Optimism was low, panic was high.
“Prepare to enter the water!”
The 2 SEAL instructors who had just barked out this command were treading water in front of me, seconds away from tearing off my mask, tying knots in my SCUBA gear, and pummeling me under 15 feet of water.
This was "pool comp," the dreaded evolution in SEAL selection that equates to 20 minutes of simulated drowning.
It's the f#*&ing worst.
This was my final attempt and I hadn't even come close to passing in any of my other attempts.
Standing on the side of the pool I started feeling sick at the thought of having to tell my wife that I had failed again and was not going to be a SEAL after all.
Then it hit me... pool comp wasn't testing skill, it was testing commitment...
It was only hard because it tricks you into believing you're drowning.
If you can override the fear, the test becomes easy.
The sick feeling I had in my gut told me I had all the commitment I needed to pass.
Right before jumping into the pool I thought, "fine, drown me then."
I passed with ease.
Becoming a SEAL isn’t about how much physical misery and hardship you can endure.
It’s about finding the will to win under any circumstance, no matter how dire.
Key takeaway: Dig deep. Don't quit.