Swoooooosh
Humbled. I'm an okay swimmer for a hobbyist triathlete, which means at almost any health club I'm the fastest guy in the pool. Not last night.
My pool's divided into three sections - fast, faster, and insane - and the 'insane' lane is where I've made my home. 25m is just about big enough for a good workout, and I was hoving up and down quite happily until this guy - let's call him 'the Dolphin' - arrives.
He dives into the pool. My pool. And it's immediately obvious he's faster than me - not just the odd minute per km, but MUCH FASTER. 20-30% at least; in three lengths he's overtaken me and I wait for his tumbleturn before I continue in his scornful wake. Like all great swimmers, he hardly seems to be exerting any effort. But despite my waterlogged humiliation, I thank him, for he's spurred me to train harder for next year.
My pool's divided into three sections - fast, faster, and insane - and the 'insane' lane is where I've made my home. 25m is just about big enough for a good workout, and I was hoving up and down quite happily until this guy - let's call him 'the Dolphin' - arrives.
He dives into the pool. My pool. And it's immediately obvious he's faster than me - not just the odd minute per km, but MUCH FASTER. 20-30% at least; in three lengths he's overtaken me and I wait for his tumbleturn before I continue in his scornful wake. Like all great swimmers, he hardly seems to be exerting any effort. But despite my waterlogged humiliation, I thank him, for he's spurred me to train harder for next year.
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