I knew my public swimming pool very well since I swam there five nights a week. Lap after lap, I’d slog it out until I’d done three kilometres. It had taken me a year to build up to that distance, but I had reached my goal. Now I was concentrating on getting my time down.
However, I was getting annoyed with the amount of traffic in the lanes. Being a public swimming pool, there was nothing I could do about it. I’d be trying to beat my time and someone quite obviously in the wrong lane would be plodding along in front of me. Often times I could swim around them, bypassing the offender and shooting them a dirty look as I sucked in another mouthful of air, but that didn’t help me and my quest to improve my speed.
Through necessity, I started going later and later until I was swimming in a n
