I was I guess what you might call a refusenik jock. My older brother was the true athlete, excelling at everything that required throwing, hitting, or kicking a ball. As a result, I refused––all team sports. In my teens, I gravitated toward running; running I could do on my own.

Ah, swimming! You mention swimming. Like you, I sink like a rock.

And speaking of water (I guess we're speaking of water), ocean cruises can be fun; but at the same time, I make a point of never leaning too far over the rail. I know me. I know how quickly I'll find the bottom.

Have a great day, captboat!
Ray