I was swimming hard today. I was going to fast and focusing on keeping my chin down that I simply had no blood available to allow my eyes and brain to work together. This meant I smashed my hand into the wall and split my pinky right down the middle. I stopped and turned around. The good thing about swimming is that people can't see your tears. I'm also grateful there are no sharks in our pool, otherwise the blood from my nearly severed hand would have caused quite a frenzy.
Taunt for those who thrive swimming in the 25th percentile: I lapped a lady in the pool today about 21 times. She doesn't swim with goggles, so that might be something of a handicap, but then again I've got holes in my suit (which Ben will tell you, is a tri suit). A win is a win in my book.