Summer Boys: After Summer
Beth lined up her bare toes along the edge of the platform and arched her body forward, extending her arms over the still, blue water. After a deep breath, sh sparng into the air so gracefully, she felt as if she might actually take flight.
But a second later, she sliced through the surface of the cool water. It felt smooth and clean. And for that first, breathless moment, Beth almost believed she was out in the ocean, swimming beyond the moorings in the bay at Pebble Beach, instead of in the over-chlorinated YMCA pool back home in Martin, Massachusetts.
She almost believed it was still summer.
She pulled long, effective strokes down the lane, racing to the far edge of the pool. Beth heaved her body against the water and imagined herself lengthening with every stroke. Faster, she thought. I have to be faster.
She smacked her hand at the end of the lane and popped up to the surface, gasping for air. She stood, the water coursing from her, and peeled her goggles back from her face.
"Best time yet!" her boyfriend, George, cheered, glancing at the stopwatch he held in his hands. He sat on a stack of kickboards, basking in the greenish glow of the fluorescent lights. "I'm pretty sure next time you may break the sound barrier."