Attend AM Swim Practice and Hang with Drew

Joel was all business. He went over your AM training regime for the week; it sounded brutal. You would be at the pool at 5 am and practice at least 4 hours daily, not including your evening practices with Trent. Joel emailed you a copy of the schedule and several videos you were to watch before tomorrow.

Homework?

He played the video of your IM from the other day.

"Your primary problem is with your breaststroke. Your rhythm is off. In this video, I have overlayed your breaststroke with your roommate Jake's."

Joel put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. It felt good, you leaned into him.

"Notice how Jake's drives forward after the breath, it maintains his forward momentum. Now, look at you. See that. Watch again. See right there. There is plenty of power in your stroke, but you halt the forward motion of your stroke right ... there and again. Now watch Jake's timing again. "

He looped the video, and you viewed it several times. You spent the practice running breaststroke drills under Joel's constant supervision. He worked you hard.

After practice you confirmed that Drew still wanted to do breakfast.

You and Drew changed in the locker room and headed out to the nearest dining hall. It was still very early, so the dining hall was mostly empty.

Drew loaded up on eggs, sausages, and breakfast burritos. You planned to stick with your usual oatmeal, eggs, and fruit, but after you finished, you found you were still hungry. You swiped a few sausages off Drew's plate. Drew stood up, angrily knocking his chair to the ground.

"Hey Adam, let's get something straight right now. You come for my sausages, you better come with everything you got. Because I defend my breakfast meat..."

He stabbed his knife into one of his burritos.

"to the ****."

He sat down and resumed eating. You liked Drew. Before everything went sour, college had been fun; Drew reminded you of those times. You might even be into Drew. You just weren't sure if he was into you.