I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll never be an Olympic swimmer. It’s sad, but I have realized that I’m just not cut out for it. I mean, I haven’t even swam a lap in four years! It reminds me of this time I was in a Wendy’s and this dwarf dude was sitting at his table with some buddies, whining about how they put mustard on his burger. He kept saying “Mustard?!” in this high groany voice. One of those voices that you would definitely know it was a dwarf or something, even if you weren’t looking or if you had a blindfold on, you would just know. He was getting so loud and angry that everyone was looking over at him. So then he goes back up to the front, staring way up at the teenager behind the counter and screaming about how he said that he wanted no mustard. It was sad really. I think maybe he also just knew deep down inside that he was never going to be an Olympic swimmer.
August 26, 2008
