Once along time ago, I was a competitive swimmer. My dad used to be a life guard part time as a hobby. He loved to swim and instilled the love of water and swimming in all his family. I was the only one though who really loved it. He wanted me to join the competitive swim club we had in our local pool. I did not want to but I did it for him. I loved the whole thing the practice, the joking around with the team. But when it came time to go to a meet, I would make myself sick with worry. What if I am last, what if the list would go on and on. I would sweat everything. Finally my dad realized how it made me feel and tried to encourage me that winning was not everything . In the end I had to quit because I just did not to compete. I only joined one other sport in my life Baton twirling and that is a whole other story.
I like your postcard. On a positive note you went out and tried the swimming...good for you:)
ReplyDeleteI saw this wonderful piece on the may journal challenge and just love the composition and your choice of colours... so thats another fact about you Lee that we didint know about....I swim like a brick!
ReplyDeleteLove your swimmers!....and the story of you and the swim team. I can't swim! Never learned how. And I'm not much for competition either.
ReplyDeleteLee, Thanks for always stopping by : ) I have never been a competive person myself. I love the book in the last post ... very nice.
ReplyDeleteI would love to do a postcard trade if you are interested.
Have a great day!