After Practice

I’ve always loved swimming, loved how freeing the water made me feel. Like I was flying, like nothing could keep me down. This past year I joined the swim team. I thought it would be a good fit, but everyone on the team is so serious. And I’m so not. Stressing over split times and flip turns has taken all the joy out of something I used to love. And the coach is a complete jerk. Yeah, yeah, he’s won a gold medal in Seoul in 88′. I’ve heard the story over and over again.

But did he have to chuck that kickboard at my head?

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