Swimming freely
I was training for two championship swimming races and was having a harder training day than usual. I stroked up and down the fifty-meter pool in a bad mood. I was frustrated by a nagging headache, blamed the oppressive heat for my discomfort, and felt annoyed that the swimsuit I’d chosen was slowing my repeat times.
Then a question broke through the negative chatter in my head: “What are you doing?”
“Good question!” I responded.
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