Pilot

I'm sitting here trying to figure out what to say while I'm watching Breaking Bad and thinking about my upcoming meet on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I know! A three-day meet! I've only done it twice as a swimmer and it was miserable. Sometimes I really wonder why I chose swimming. It's one of the hardest sports. I wonder how my life would have turned out if stuck with being a quarter back in football, or a pitcher in baseball. Those sound so much easier than working your ass off everyday in and out of the pool.  It's funny how we make these life decisions and how our paths are formed. From creating this blog to if I want to watch the next episode of Breaking Bad.  I’ve been thinking about baseball a lot lately. How I used to put it down so much of my child hood because I felt cheated. I never thought to just put those feelings aside and just keep doing what I do as a pitcher. It feels so easy to say but now it’s impossible. I will probably never be on a baseball team again. Ha-ha not to be depressing but everything has changed and my life feels over with so many years left. Ill rue the day that I anticipate death, as those will be the longest days of my life. Life is all about occupation and spending time to make us happy. How we get there is the journey.