I put on my water polo sweatshirt the other night and almost cried because I could smell the chlorine and I missed it so much. I miss the hours in the sun and the smell of sunscreen. I miss going out to eat after games and the long car rides home. I miss my tanned skin and my biceps and triceps. I even miss morning practices. I miss the victories, and the times we came together after losses. I miss singing the alma mater while treading water. I miss the sound of the ball hitting the back of the cage. I miss water polo and I miss swim. I miss my coaches (not all of them). Most of all, I miss my team.
I swam today..and I decided I’m not gonna stop.