Masters swimming was a hoot. I can't swim the butterfly. I have never swam the butterfly....until last night. Flopping down the lane like a legless cockroach trying to escape a shoe. Backstroke would be alright if I could steer instead of veering into the wall, the lane divider, a swimmer coming the other way.
These masters swimmers are indeed swimmers. They can do all the strokes proficiently and are pretty fast. Fortunately there is a slow lane and I have staked my claim to it.
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