Some years ago I registered with my friend Roger for a mini-triathlon. While the biking and jogging seemed doable, the swimming scared me. It felt as if I’d be attempting to cross the Grand Canyon on a pogo stick.
“It’s only a quarter of a mile,” Roger explained. “You couldn’t drown if you tried.”
“But Roger, people drown in hot tubs.”
“Sure, but that’s different. They aren’t competing.”
“Trust me it’s different.”