Despite it’s constant variation, synchro practice still managed to leave an impression of being monotonous. This day had started with that same feeling of routine.
As we walked out of the locker room, my coach gave us our warmup set: 200 yard choice kick. I exchanged a few glances with my teammates, this was unusual. I was not exactly enthusiastic about this set; kicking is not my strong suit and weight training the day before had left my legs bordering on sore. “Well at least we can do whatever kick we want,” I rationalized. I dove into the water and unexpectedly found it to be warmer than the day before. “Juna!" My coach yelled as I approached the end of my second lap, “Are you just going to let Ellie beat you like that?” Juna shrugged.
As we walked out of the locker room, my coach gave us our warmup set: 200 yard choice kick. I exchanged a few glances with my teammates, this was unusual. I was not exactly enthusiastic about this set; kicking is not my strong suit and weight training the day before had left my legs bordering on sore. “Well at least we can do whatever kick we want,” I rationalized. I dove into the water and unexpectedly found it to be warmer than the day before. “Juna!" My coach yelled as I approached the end of my second lap, “Are you just going to let Ellie beat you like that?” Juna shrugged.