“When was the last time you trained?” he asks, his tone curious with no judgment. I glance up to him carefully before I shrug. “Five years.” His eyebrows knit together. “You haven’t swam in five years?” “No, I have,” I say. “Just not in a serious sense. Not outside of doing laps in my friend’s pool.” “Well, shit. With a time like that and virtually no training in over five years, that’s impressive.” “Really?” I ask. “What are your other girls’ times?”
