Friday, June 5, 2009
If I've learned anything about life, it's that it's not always about the FTWs.
I have admitted failure on this blog once before, and now I'll do it again. Yesterday I went to my sister's pool to ensure that I could swim the 550 continuous yards that is a prerequisite of my lifeguard course.
And well, my dear readers, I could not swim 550 continuous yards. I could not even swim 100 continuous yards.
I left the pool with crushed dreams, a deflated ego, and shin splints (which I'm told one does not normally get from swimming WTF?!)
This was a humbling experience. But the humbling did not end there, as, walking back to my sister's apartment, my mother proceeded to tell me I was "more of an intellectual than an athlete", and then guffaw at the prospects of me drowning in the process of trying to save someone in the water.
I don't know what this means for my whistle but it doesn't look good, folks. Not good at all.