sorry for the rant, but I drank a lot of coffee before writing this

Let me preface this by saying straight up I am not the biggest fan of this blog topic. Failure is something I have never been able to accept easily. I guess I am a very optimistic person and failure definitely doesn't come easy to me. That's not to say that I don't fail, because I do... a lot.

Not to be predictable, but I'm going to talk about swimming. I remember very clearly being 10 and behind the starting blocks at the beginning of my race. Here it was, the dreaded 100 breaststroke was finally upon us. I've always hated breaststroke, not with the passion that I hat butterfly, but pretty close. I somehow manage to be moving my arms and kicking as hard as possible without going anywhere, It's a talent really. Okay sorry, I'm getting off topic. Failure, right, okay here we go... So it was race and my coach for god knows what reason had decided to put me in the 100 breaststroke. It's not that I hate this race I just don't like to lose and that's inevitably what was going to happen. I also have issues with admitting that I'm wrong and am too competitive for my own good. Okay sorry, off topic yet again... wow I fail at writing this blog (haha get it?) anyway I heard the single whistle blast, which signaled that we were supposed to step up onto the block. Like any great swimmer (sarcasm) I began to visualize my race, touching the wall with two hands, not belly flopping in the pool, DOING THE CORRECT UNDERWATER. In the midst of all this great visualization I was doing I had failed to notice the buzzer going off and didn't realize it till I heard my fellow swimmers hitting the water. Shit I was late! I dove in and began to do body dolphins (for any of you non-swimmers out there this is considered "illegal" to do when swimming breaststroke) I realized this very quickly and started doing my pull out (aka the right thing to do while swimming breaststroke). I was mortified and was convinced that everyone had notices, especially that mean official who had yelled at me earlier for getting in his way.

Following the race I climbed out of the pool, expecting to be greeted by an official who would tell me the I had been disqualified... but no one came


sorry for the rant, but I drank a lot of coffee before writing this


Here are the rules to breaststroke swimming, just fyi
http://www.fina.org/H2O/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=284:sw-7-breaststroke&Itemid=184