I imagine that it would be nice to be an athlete.
But you know what they say, we always want what we can't have. Truth is my body won't allow me to be an athlete. It refuses to cooperate, and yes I have tried asking nicely. It has rebelled against my efforts from as early as I can remember (and that is as far back as pre school eh). It only allows me to get to the point where I realize that I am good at a certain sport, then reels me in with an injury. I lack that ability to push through the pain — something an athlete must possess. As soon as something starts to hurt, my brain starts up with the paranoia and I am powerless against it. It's less painful being a sports fan, so I guess I'll have to continue to warm the bench.