When I was 14, I tried out for the swim team at my high school.
I'd been swimming since I could walk, but those try outs were nerve wracking.
And I was not a popular kid. I tried hard to be a wallflower, because to be anything else meant sticking out and getting made fun of.
So, when I made the team, I was shocked. And incredibly excited.
I remember loving the work of our swim practices. I was a good swimmer, and they were hard. And I was tired after. And they made me stretch and grow.
But I liked to forget that we were practicing towards the goal of competing.
And when I got "cast" in my first meet, I wasn't just a one-man show. I was part of a 4 person relay.
I had four other people and a whole team behind me, counting on me to not screw up.
I truly don't remember exactly how I felt in that moment, and on that day. I remember a great deal of stress.
We'd been practicing a ton.
Diving off the block.
Touching the timpad at the end of every lap to make sure our times were...