Speed. That's all that mattered right now.
Hit the wall, turn, push off, go go go.
Breathe, stroke, breathe, stroke.
A whistle barely heard above the splashing of water finally snapped Pierce out of his mantra, forcing him to tread water as he looked up at his times on the scoreboard.
"Yes!" He said, pumping his fist victoriously. He'd shaved another three seconds off of his time, something he'd been chasing for weeks now.
"Nice work, Lachapelle." His coach said, smiling down at him. "Alright boys, hit the showers. We're done for the day."
The rest of the team pulled themselves from the water, the loud sounds of splashing following their exit.
"Good work today, man. I just couldn't keep up." Mike said, standing in front of Pierce as he pulled himself out of the water. He was his co-captain, and the only other guy on the team that ever had a chance of keeping up with him. He had short brown hair and deep gray eyes, ones that most could get lost in if they looked for long enough.