With two hands, I touched the wall and quickly lifted my head to look at the clock, smiling with delight over what I saw. I’d hit almost a split and had 18 more glorious seconds before I’d push off to swim my next butterfly sprint.
It's the little things. When I eat a strawberry (like right now), Im reminded of you. They should stop pretending to be. (Also, in case you thought you got away with it, I know you farted in the car in NZ!