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.