Swimmers don’t swim because it’s fun.
Ask any swimmer most of them hate it,
but they couldn’t imagine their life without it.
It’s part of the (love/hate relationship.)
It’s what they live for.
They life for practices, parties, meets, friendships, chlorine, soccer, road trips, water, Gatorade, and the coaches you hate but appreciate.
They live for the way it feels when they beat the other lane and knowing (those two extra sprints they swam in practice were worth it.)
They live for the way they become a family with their team.
They live for the countless songs they sing in their head while  (training all those hours.)
They live for the competition, the friends, the practices, the memories, the pain.
 
It’s who they are, it’s who we are.