Flashes of Panic

Maybe I should’ve guessed something was up when I saw that the swim coach had his parka on. Turns out there was an issue with the heaters. Not for the pool water, but for the airspace. The pool, as it turned out, was just fine as usual, particularly as we got warmed up.

He seems to have nothing more to add for my freestyle form, but that just establishes that there’s not much more wrong—not that there’s nothing I could make better. I’m thinking about my turns more, as well, which means I’m blowing them as often as I’m getting them right.

I know I’ve promised some longer posts, but I’m jammed with deadlines.

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