Last week was the Olympic trials for swimming, and as much as I enjoy a nicely built man in a Speedo, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor chaps giving it their all only to have their dreams dashed as they reached the wall milliseconds behind the winner. The losers dragged their weary bodies from the water only to return to their usual lives hoping next time things would be different. As for the winners -- they prepared themselves for rigorous training and lean diets. All this competition made me realize how much we compete everyday of our lives. We dress for success, train for the job and diet to snag a partner, and as with the Olympics, some of us win and some of us don't. It makes me wonder what the point of it all is. Even if you win the gold, land the job and find the mate, you still have to return to life in progress. Now what? What do we do after we get what we've been striving for?
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