Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 41

CHAPTER 42

Bryan got three days excluded from practice. That didn’t seem like enough of a punishment, but it was enough to have the other upperclassmen behave. Bryan’s right
handed guy, Chad, was actually stepping up in the lane to fill the captain role. I was amazed at what a good swimmer Chad was. With Bryan around he was always staying in
a moderate speed or average effort, but today at practice I was actually struglling to keep up with him in lane two of the A-strings. ‘Right, I forgot, I moved up another lane. I guess you could say I moved up another six spots, now I’m ranked 7th in the A-strings.’

“Okay we are going to mix things up today,” Coach bellowed over the chatter after our last set. Everyone suddenly grew quiet. “I’m only talking to Lanes one, two, and three. Coach, “He yelled down to the assistant coach, “Start those lanes on a set of your choice.” Coach turned back to us, “I want to pair you up with another teammate and you will work with that teammate on one of their weakness. Your mission in this time is to help improve your teammate. We are a team! You should always be trying to help a teammate out; up until, of course, you step on the blocks. Okay now,” Coach glanced down at his clipboard, “Harvey with Jackson, Kyle with Xavior, Manny with David,…” Coach continued to pair people together until he said what I had expected, “Chad with George.”

‘I knew it.‘ I looked at Chad and he didn’t show any emotion. I ducked under the lane line and treaded water just next to where he sat on the wall.

“Okay, now that you have your assigned teammates spread out and discuss your problems,” Coach walked away, back to his chair.

Neither Chad or I moved. I grabbed hold of the wall and hoisted myself up. “So…are you going to start or shall I?”

Chad glanced towards me. Then to Coach, then returned his stare to me. I still saw nothing in his face. But he sighed and shook his head, “Sure. What would you say is
your weeakness? Coach is watching, otherwise I would not be talking to you.”

‘Fair. I didn’t really want to talk to Chad either, but I would show respect.’ “I would say mine would be lung compassity. I’ve had a couple of incidents of passing out after a race.” I saw a flash of surprise on Chad’s face, but it quickly vanished. “What would yours be?”

“I don’t really think I have a weakness. Coach has been telling me to correct my stroke as I sprint, but I’ve yet to figure out what is so wrong,” Chad shrugged.

‘At first I thought he was going to say he didn’t have a weakness because he was perfect. Haha.’ “Okay, climb up on the blocks and sprint a twenty-five,” I stood up
on the deck.

“What? Why?” Chad questioned me, but he still got up and started walking to the blocks.

“You said you don’t know what’s wrong. Let’s see if I can see it. I’ve never been able to correct my swimming when Coach Jones says to figure it out; I always end up
having to ask him what it is,” pulled my cap and goggles off my face. ‘I need to be serious.’

Chad looked at me, but he still climbed the blocks ready for my start.

“Take your mark. Go!”

Chad had a awesome start. He threw his head forward which helped him leaped about one foot farther than I could ever. He was flying. I didn’t know I had such a fast
teammate. His head was positioned correctly, his arms were straight just like how I swim, he had a steady constant kick…what was wrong? But Chad was done with the twenty-five before I could figure it out. I walked over the the panting Chad.

“So?…What do…you…think?” Chad manage to get out.

‘Be honest.’ “I wasn’t able to tell. You swam too quickly for me to figure it out, could you go again?”

Chad pulled himself out of the pool and walked over to where I was standing, “You being smart with me? Are you just going to have me keep swimming as a punishment
for what Bryan did? Huh!?!”

“No. That was not my intention. I just couldn’t see what was wrong in that short amount of time. If you could just swim again I should be able to catch it,” I understood
why he might think that way, but I actually wanted to help him out.

“Whatever,” Chad started to walk away, but stopped dead in his tracks

“So George, did you discover his weakness?” Coach Jones had snuck up behind me. “I saw it once again in that twenty-five.”

“See, I knew you weren’t watching. Just tell me Coach,” Chad was fuming.

“No. I’m sure with one more twenty-five George should be able to discover what you are doing wrong. Tell me George, what did you see?”

“Chad was able to do the head throwing in his start that I’ve been struggling to do these last two years. His arms were straight and look strong as he pulled himself through the water. He had a strong steady kick throughout. But I couldn’t find anything wrong?” It was bugging me that I missed something. ‘What was it?’

Chad had turned towards me. I could see surprise but also, maybe slight approval.

“Those are all good to see, but those are not the culprit. I will give a small hint. It is not in his techniques,” Coach started to walk away. He called over his shoulder, “It’s just a habit.”

‘A habit? Hmmm…’ I looked at Chad. The only way to figure this out would be for him to back up on the blocks.”Come on Chad. Get back up on the blocks,” I started to walk back to the other end. Much to my surprise, Chad passed by me and once again took his stance on the block. “Last one, Chad. Take your marks. Go!” Again he was off.