I walked into the locker room, got changed, grabbed my water bottle, and lethargically made my way to the pool deck; the usual routine. I plunged myself into the pool and started warm up. My legs lazily pushed my body off of the wall to begin this dreaded practice. My legs felt like Jello as I kicked, my arms moved like wet noodles, my sprints didn’t come with speed, and I didn’t even try to hold my underwaters across the pool. Same thing, every single day, never seeming to improve, never seeming to change.
“I’m really not feeling it anymore,” I told my friend, Daniel, later that night, “it’s just getting really old and repetitive. Wake up, go to school, go to practice, go home. Everyday except for the Thursdays we have meets, which