The other day the kids and I were joking about what Olympic sport I could possibly still have a shot to qualify for. God bless Hiroshi Hoketsu and Ian Millar; they give me hope that I'm not to old to dream about an competing in equestrian. I'd probably be better off if I stopped this jumping silliness and focused on dressage. If I use 71 (Hoketsu's age) as a benchmark, I've got roughly 30 years to practice.
Swimming is out. I'm not Dara Torres, who at age 43 attempted to qualify for the 2012 Games, which would have been her sixth Olympics. She missed her goal by nine-hundredths of a second (0.09). I was never more than adequate at the sport. If my team needed an extra body in a relay, they'd throw me in. Not really the base you want to try and build an Olympic bid on.
Long story short, I decided I might have a shot at pentathlon. I can swim, I can ride, I can shoot. I can also run. I just can't run well. I used to date a fencer. That gives me a head start on that, right??
Then I saw this video on Horse Nation this morning:
Meh. Maybe not.