I am gonna die.
You are not gonna die.
I can’t breathe.
You can breathe You are just tired and out of shape.
No, I can’t breathe. I think the pool water-boarded me. I am going to drown.
You are holding onto the side of the pool, standing in 4 feet of water. You are not going to drown.
Michael Phelps is not human.
That is true, but don’t change the subject. You have 14 more laps to do. Now get on it, Chubby.
I see the hand of God reaching down from Heaven, hearkening me onward.
No you don’t. Stop making stuff up, you have 8 more laps. Get on it.
This sucks. Who chooses to do this? At least with running, I know that I won’t die…being in the pool is bringing death upon me. My lungs are filling with water. It is over for me. I hope Claire knows that I thought of her in my last moments.
You are not going to die. Will you knock it off? Just get those last laps done…there is no shame in doggie paddling the last little bit.
I don’t think I can ever do this again!
How are you going to do the triathlon if you can’t swim a mile?
I don’t like your logic right now.
Cause you know I’m right. My half of the brain is always right.
Shut up. Emotions need to be coddled right now. I think I might still die. Only a big hoagie and some chocolate chip cookies will make me feel better.