I've never been much of an athlete, even back in the day when I was in much better shape.  I don't really have any athletic talent and I'm not very graceful.  I don't even want to run on the treadmill in my basement because I know I look like a clodhopper and I certainly feel like one.  But this week, I realized that maybe I just hadn't found my thing.  Because look at this - I am moving faster than the camera could capture.  It turns out I just had to find my event - the optimum distance being from my martini to my mouth.


And I win!