In the spirit of the olympics, I'd like to take a moment to divulge a conversation Chuck and I were having recently. Keep in mind, this was a serious conversation.
Chuck: "What sport do you think you're good enough in to compete at an olympic level?"
Me: "Seriously? If I was good enough at anything, don't you think I'd be there this summer?"
Chuck: "You know what I mean...which one would you want to do?"
Me: "None. I don't have enough discipline to train as hard as they do. I love to watch them and admire the athletes tremendously. But I so wouldn't want to compete. I'd be so nervous I'd throw up."
Chuck: "Well...I think I could compete on an olympic level at go-kart racing. I'm that good."
Me: "Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?! The only people you've ever beat on a go-kart race track are the kids. How hard is that? It's a lawn mower engine."
Chuck: "I'm serious. It takes skill to round those corners and cut people off and shave off time as you go around the track."
Me: "I am so done with this conversation. I can't believe we're even having it."
Doesn't this make you just wish you could sit around and have lovely conversations such as these with Chuck and me?
