I could totes be an Olympic swimmer.
I just didn’t want to get up at 5am every morning. I mean, I’ve got what it takes of course. I can eat 12 Weetbix like the rest of them. Bring it on.
But no, I’ve chosen a slightly more…. shall we say… idle path. My beastly engine is idling in the garage, you know, to give others a fighting chance at the race. Plus, I didn’t really like the idea of wearing my bathers in front of the nation, and don’t even, with that swimming cap.
There was a small moment, in my youth, when I foolishly thought I could achieve great things.
Thank goodness I learned to squash those thoughts, or at least to keep them private. It was almost as though I heard God say, I have created you for a full life, a life of wonder and passion and drive. I made that engine for a reason, so we can work together and run the race.
Who does he think he is? A performance enhancing substance?
Hard work? No thanks. As for enhancing my performance …. Could you just keep it to Sunday feelies thanks!?
So yeah, I could have.
But you know, sitting on the couch in my dressing gown watching other swimmers, shedding the odd tear, and felling proud of ‘our’ achievements is good enough for me. I don’t need any skin in the game.
In fact, I find that when you don’t take your engine for a spin, when it sits idling, you don’t need much fuel. Sweet.
I’m ultimately working towards a fueless engine, completely self-sufficient.
Whilst it’s nice to loll about watching Olympians, I’m glad it’s only every four years. I mean who wants to be reminded of the fruit of sacrifice and years of hard work, determination, commitment and perseverance? Who wants to be reminded of their potential and the value of team work and comradery? Who wants to be reminded that we are all created with spirit, passion and promise? I don’t need that in my life.
I guess I could aim for a Jesus style podium finish, although that may be too many metaphors for one blog.