Swim or Torture

If you scream under water does anyone hear you? NO.
Because I did and no one stopped to help me. I was going to make this entry last night but I could not raise my arms above my waist.
Rita had to spoon feed me oatmeal while I stared blankly into space.
The boys sat trembling in the corner watching their Dad, but were afraid to say anything. I am afraid of the water - very afraid. When Rita turn on the water in the kitchen I found myself cowering behind the couch. I don’ remember how I got there. A shower? Forget it. I did “gut it up” and brushed my teeth before I slithered into bed.
Almost 1000 yards as fast as I could swim. We would swim 100 and go on 2 min. If you finished in 1:45 you got 15 seconds of recovery. I now understand Einstein's Theory of Relativity”. Time in the water moves faster than time on land ie. 15 second rest after 800 yards of swimming = 2 seconds when you look at the clock on the wall. Tom (the devil) was on deck. I think that I could hear his evil cackle as I was struggling through this “workout” and every time my head popped up he seamed to be growing horns. “We’re going at the top” - “we’re going at the top” - “5,4,3,2,1 you should be off”. I began to cry for my Mommy. Finally a break - some fin and pull work.
Then the devil said “Do it again”. That’s right another 1000.
I did get in a little open water workout. They guy next to me kept swimming into my lane and bumping into me just like a “real” triathlon. I think we were both swimming like a drunken driver. Weaving in and out of lanes.
I love me some DA.