There are several women at my pool who are truly exceptional swimmers.
Their strokes seems effortless.
They glide across the pool unimaginably fast.
They arrive with their own apparatus, like pull buoys, swim paddles and resistance gloves.
They have clearly been swimming since high school, or even middle school, swim team.
And I can’t help but admire them.
I am nowhere near their level. And I may never be.
But seeing them, and how beautiful they are when they swim, makes me want to keep trying.