“Anyway, it was really hard, and I was…” He lets his right hand float on top of the water. “I couldn’t keep going. It was hard enough to just survive, let alone practice twenty hours a week on top of four classes per semester.” His fingers create ripples between us, and I stare at them. “I ended up going to therapy, and I was medicated for a long time. I got through it, but by then, I wasn’t on the team anymore and I didn’t feel like I could handle that kind of pressure anyway.”
