I hustled my way over to the pool to perform my 200 Meter swim. And I had been practicing for months and really thought that I was going to demolish my swimming time from the year before. I jumped in the pool and immediately began to pass people, until I got behind some idiot who was doing the breast stroke.
Everyone was swimming at his pace and there was no way that I could get past the guy because his legs were continually spreading out like you would imagine a frog would in the pool of water. I kept trying to get past him and that really sapped my energy.
Zeb Race on the Base Swim
The pool that I had been training in was half the size of the pool that I competed in. I did not think it would make that much of a difference, but it did. Each lap felt so much longer than the laps I had been used to and when I sprinted the last 50 Meters in the pool, it just seemed like the end was never coming. But, eventually I made it, completed the swim and ran into my Dad, Mom, sister and Dusty. They congratulated me on a job well done, but man . . . was I tired.
Now, it was time to wait for my brother . . . who I had not seen since I pushed him at the beginning of the race.