My Sweet Addiction
Swimming makes me feel powerful. There is something about the way the water feels as it runs over your skin. Something about the way your cap squeezes your head a little too tight. Something about the way you goggles fog up and distort you vision of the world. The burn of your muscles after a particularly hard practice, or when you coach gets the great idea that they are going to take a bunch of swimmers and make them run. It is the feeling of accomplishment after a race, and the early morning practices. It's about the ever present smell or chlorine and the fact that I work three jobs that center around swimming.
Swimming is my addiction, and it makes me feel powerful.
It helps that the people I hang out with are swimmers, though they are all at least a few years older than me.
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