Olympic-sized irony

Does anyone else find it paradoxical that so many of us are staying up late to watch Olympic athletes -- with their muscular, healthy, well-trained bodies, swimming in pools, diving off platforms, running on tracks, playing on courts or fields and flinging themselves pretzel-wise around gymnastics equipment -- while we in TV Land steadily grow more tired and draggy, with eyes that look like two holes burned in a blanket and attitudes that tend toward the sharp and snappish both before and after coffee and needful of a nap right during the time of the afternoon when we all know it is impossible to take one?

This is the first time that I've ever suspected that the Olympics could kill me if they went on longer than two weeks.