Shirtless Mondays: The 2nd Olympiad

You can bet your money that I was glued to the olympics the entire weekend, screaming and jumping and crying (wish I was kidding, but I may have been tearing up just a little bit) with Michael Phelp’s mom for all the amazingness that occurred on my television screen. The talent that is Mr. Phelps, is astounding. What makes me like him even more? How cute he is about his mom. I literally gave up my friday and saturday nights for this boy. He better appreciate this! (Ok in all seriousness, i didnt plan on going out this weekend anyway) I think Brandy said it best: watching the olympics has been like swallowing a bunch of rainbows.

And then there was beach volleyball, not as nailbiting or as exciting as swimming and certainly didn’t provoke screaming and jumping–or crying, but it did provide me with a nice view of a rather attractive man to look at. He’s no Ryan Lochte but he is Phil Dalhausser, a 28 year old, SIX FOOT NINE man (le swoon!) with a nice lean body. Unfortunately he didn’t take off his shirt but upon searching for him online found a few nice images….

The stomach is DEFINITELY my favorite part on a man. And Dalhausser doesn’t disappoint.

Will you look at the hands on that man? (and the abs on the other guy?!)

And of course you can’t forget Ryan Lochte (who didn’t swim at all this weekend, which was slightly depressing.) or Michael Phelps amazingly ripped upper bodies. Lets take a moment of silence to mourn the ending of olympic swimming and hot swimmers bodies on our screen…..

Couldn’t refrain from posting this picture. Hellloooooo Lochte.

That part of the stomach right before it goes into the bathing suit. Yum.E. (seriously, Phelps wears his suit so low, its ridic. I am not complaining though. Not one bit.)

Congrats boys!! 

Outside of watching the olympics obsessively, I spent some time running in central park, upping my distance to 5 miles (and then hurting my ankles so bad I can’t run anymore. sigh. My body is SO against me working out). During my running routines I have always noticed that there are some rather hot guys running around with me. Saturday morning, with the sun blazing bright, I was running among a veritable pu-pu platter of half naked men with the best bodies I had seen up close and personal. It was all I could do to not drool all over Central Park’s outer loop. Unfortunately no pictures of these shirtless men (i think i might have gotten some weird looks had I gone all papparazzi on their asses)

Happy Shirtless Monday everyone!