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This story and all related downloads is the result of the Simathlon Contest at The Simmers Society. The idea behind the Simathlon is to create an athletic Sim, a house for him/her to stay in while visiting London and to write a story about his/her experiences leading up to and participating in the Olympics.

The first part of the Simathlon was to create an athletic Sim to end to the Olympics. Here is my Olympic hopeful, Adam David.

Adam considers himself to be very athletic based on nothing other than his bodybuilder physique. After all, he has spent an obnoxious number of hours in the gym perfecting his body. Never mind that the last actual sporting event he participated in was a sack race in high school, where he placed 5th. His best friend has convinced him that he should try out for the Olympics. Does he have what it takes to make it? What sport will he compete in?

Traits: Excitable, Party Animal, Charismatic, Athletic, Good Sense Of Humor

The second part of the Simathlon was to create a house for the Olympic hopeful to live and train in while staying in London. Here is David’s house.

• 30×30 Lot
• 2 Bedroom
• 3 Bathroom
• Laundry Room
• Cabana/Home Gym
• Pool
• 2 Car Garage

Cost: $54,996 Furnished.

   

And now part three, the story…

 

The Olympics start today. I really shouldn’t be here but I am. Others have trained longer and harder, dedicated their entire life to training for them. I ended up here by complete chance after my best friend got a crazy idea in his head after one to many drinks…

Zack, Mike and I were hanging out in a club having a few drinks and checking out the girls when out of nowhere Zack blindsided me. “Adam, you should compete in The Olympics.” Immediately I recognized that tone in his voice. Nothing was going to deter him from this train of thought.

”What are you talking about? People train for years to compete. One does not simply just enter The Olympics.” I was convinced he was kidding, but he wasn’t.

“Dude, look at you! You are totally athletic. You can do this. Trials are in a couple weeks. We just need to find a sport for you to try out for.” He then proceeded to tell half a dozen people who walked by that I was trying out for The Olympics.

“If you are so stuck on this, why don’t you try out?” I asked.

“Don’t want to. I would rather be able to tell everyone that my best friend is in the Olympics and that I knew him when he was a nobody.” That was Zack logic and there was no changing his mind once it was set.

I hoped that in the morning that he wouldn’t remember this conversation, but I wasn’t that lucky. He was over bright and early with Mike dragging me out of bed to start training…if that is what you call it. It was more like a trial of what I could and could not do.

“I looked up all the sports and made a list of things that I think you would be good at, and no, I didn’t put curling on the list. No one knows what that is. I also didn’t add table tennis. It’s fun, but it’s not a real sport. Bragging that you won a gold medal in table tennis is kind of embarrassing.” He was starting to ramble.

“Since I can’t talk you out of this insanity, where are we starting?” I asked.

“Archery. Mike has agreed to let you practice shooting apples off his head.”

“You can’t be serious!”

He was.

I ended up missing the apple entirely and shot Mike in the knee.

“Well, that was a bad idea. Why don’t we try swimming?” Zack was unfazed by the accident.

Swimming was also a huge failure as Death showed up and he had to beg for my life, explaining that I was destined to become a gold medal athlete but we just had to find my sport. Maybe Death has a sense of humor because he restored my life and wished me luck. Said he would be cheering for me.

“Zack, this isn’t working. I am not going to the Olympics.” I tried to reason with him.

“We just haven’t found your sport. Let’s try golf. Nothing bad can happen playing golf.”

Naturally, he was wrong. I ended up knocking out Mike with a golf ball.  Worse yet, he remembered after the fact that golf wasn’t a sport anyone could compete in until 2016.

I don’t even want to discuss how trying out martial arts went. I am just glad that there is no video of that because it would be up on YouTube haunting me for the rest of my life.

Next we attempted equestrian events and all I did was mount the horse backward and fall off.

Things were not looking good. No telling what other punishments Zack had waiting for me in the days to come.

The following day I tried to avoid him but he found me at the gym while I was working out. “That’s it! Adam, why didn’t we think of that! You can enter in weightlifting! You can lift more any anyone I know!”

“If I agree to try out will you leave me alone?” I asked. I really didn’t want to spend another day attempting sports that not only was I bad at, but I had no interest in.

“Yea, sure,” He paused. “But you are going to try out? Awesome!!” Zack was really beside himself that his best friend was reluctantly, against his better judgment, going to try out for The Olympics.

A few weeks later when try outs were held for the Olympic Team, Zack went with him, introducing himself as my personal trainer and grinning like the Cheshire Cat the entire time. Somehow he managed to convince everyone that I was a nationally ranked weightlifter despite my name not being on any lists. How he managed to do that I will never know.

Despite impressing the Olympic Team Committee I just missed making the team. I was relieved it was over. Zack was crestfallen.

Several hours later my cell phone rang. It was the head of the Olympic Team Committee. One of the guys who did make the team tripped over a barbell on his way out of the arena and broke his knee. He needed surgery and months of rehabilitation. A spot was now open and it was mine…