When One Door Closes... The Illness (Ch. 3)
When a 13 year old starts swimming on a team in a lane with 5 year olds, it's more than evident to them that they are starting at the very bottom. There is no escaping it, you know you are slow. Everyone my age was swimming much faster, several lanes over. This was overwhelming to me at first, because when you haven't been a competitive swimmer, you immediately see how hard it is to swim fast. It takes a tremendous amount of work. You will find yourself pushing through a lot of sensations that are not always pleasant. For months I felt like I was drowning. I remember grumbling to my father that Silver Streaks practice was really tough and he said, "Yeah, that's what boot camp was like for me, You'll get though it.". As we would swim certain freestyle sets, there was a whistle blown randomly at any point. Mr. Silverman would point at you and say, "You! What are you doing there? You should be up here! Swim faster". He was very animated ...