Dear Guy in the other swim lane.... yes, you, guy who thinks he's stud-ly and really cool to all the little kids in the pool.
You win. Yep, you 'da man! You get the medal, trophy, or cookies...whatever you want.
At first I thought it was just a strange coincidence that you just happened to leave the wall at the same time as I pushed off from my flip turn. Until it happened several times.
Then today I noticed that you were really excited after we finished our 50 yards of "swimming" (ok, mine is swimming, yours, well yours is more like flailing.) Tonight I heard you exclaim, LOUDLY, that you "WON." I kept swimming but I wondered to myself what you could have won while in the pool? A scratch off lottery ticket? No, it would have gotten too wet.
100th visitor prize? Nope, this pool only has 7 people in it.
Then I realized you were happy because you beat ME!
The funny thing is, flailing-swimmer dude, that I was not racing you. Nope. Not at all. I was on my 80th lap of the night while you had stood in the shallow end chatting to your friend about some online role playing game. When you saw me coming, you poised yourself on the wall waiting....waiting...waiting to take off at just the exact moment so that you could "race" me. I continued swimming at my pace unknowingly.
I'm not sure how you think it was fair that I put in several thousand yards, building my endurance, while you "raced" me, not once or twice, but multiple times with lots of rest in between your races.
See, the thing about racing, is that both people should probably have the same goal... but it's cool. Feel free to build your confidence and notoriety with the kiddies in the shallow end.
Annoyed with macho meatheads who always feel the need to race the girl next to them.
PS- I could totally kick your butt if I did race you.