Lovely pear

In a moment of epiphany I realised the irritating bastards (it's nearly always men) that push off right in front of me, and the ones that never let me past, are awesome swim trainers. I'm a lazy bastard and I'd never get out of breath if not for constantly having to sprint past them. There were at least three in today so I did some good work. Especially since that type will invariably try and race you rather than let you go past.

Still got past em. So long, mofos

And thanks!