Missed my calling?

So as I have been watching the Olympics the last couple of days, basically non-stop, I have now just questioned whether or not I have missed my calling to be an Olympic Athlete. This is why:
As a child I loved swimming, I was referred to as a fish at my swimming lessons. I loved the deep-end of the country club's pool. I liked the diving board too. Could I have been a diver? I was known to do somersaults off of it, huh. Now the swimming thing. I could do the "American crawl" with the best of them.

Other sports I feel I could have perfected are tennis (took lessons at the Club too,) I was a helluva basketball player in elementary school too. Another teammate, Karen and I, were a force to be reckoned with. I also threw the shot-put in 7th grade. I could have kicked some ass if I would have stayed with that too.

Let's see...I drove my bicycle up a curb once. That probably squashed my cycling dreams. My dad is an archer...could have tried that, but never did.

I played softball too! Though refused to slide so at some point that dream came to an end too. Though I do remember when I played 3rd base I was the only 5th grader that could throw to 1st base. Skill.

When I lived in England I took a fencing class...basically sucked at that though. The mask made my face hot and I felt claustrophobic. Wouldn't have done well.

Volleyball. I love volleyball. Though by the time I really loved it I was plenty overweight and couldn't rock out the little panty shorts. Well I could have, but it wouldn't have been good for anyone. So now I play rec. league and always wear pants.

I didn't know I liked to kayak until about 3 years ago and was too old to pursue the Olympics at that point.

So as I have described, I had a couple of opportunities I could have stuck with in order to become an Olympian. Unfortunately, I was a quitter at most activities. So with that I feel now I could receive a Gold Medal for sitting on my ass watching others pursue their dreams. Go USA.

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