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Lucy strapped on her new swim suite, pulled on her extra stretchy swim cap, and her favorite pair of goggles, all matching in a dark, midnight-purple color. She walked out of the locker room after placing her things in a locker and locking it with her personal combo lock. Smelling the alchohol-like smell of chlorine made her smile. that smell was very familiar to her. She didn't see anyone in the water, or around for that matter, as she walked over to the end of the pool with the blocks. She got to lane closest to the open swim area and climbed up on the block, the number 4 marked in bold black.

Lucy readied herself to submerge into cold water and immediately start stroking the water out of her way and fluiently making her way to the other end. And then she dove and made the thought a reality. Except the water wasn't cold, but that was a-okay because it made her go faster. She was graceful as she did a forward stroke and hit the wall, flipping and going into a back stroke, once again hitting the wall, flipping off and going into a breast stroke, hitting a wall and going to the butterfly. The butterfly had always slowed her down a bit, it was the hardest of all strokes. It was the one she worked on most though, so she wasn't too bad at it. And when she hit the wall this time she bounced off and started the cuircut again with a forward stroke. She would have been smiling but she couldn't do that while trying to make her breathing even and syncronized in a split second.