Underwater
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3.
The rhythm of my breathing in the pool should have filled me with joy, but instead, as I tore through the hardest set of laps yet, all I felt was rage.
I had been swimming for as long as I could remember. I loved the sport and the practices so much that I began to engage competitively. Every day I was at the pool, sometimes twice a day, and with competitions on weekends, my free time was getting very limited.
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