Yesterday evening I went down to the pool to swim my laps (two breast stroke, two side stroke, repeat) and found an older couple sitting near the shallow end I had never seen before. I said hello and jumped in the pool. On about the sixth turn the man called over, “Where did you swim?”
It seemed an odd question so I asked him to repeat it. “Where did you swim?” he asked. “In college? You have a beautiful stroke.”
This was all the more surprising as I was doing the side stroke at the time, not a stroke you see in competitions. I stopped my progress to thank him, and tell him I had never been on a swim team, and in my effort to stay buoyant scrapped my foot on the floor of the pool.
