I pity you

People ask why I swim. Why do you spend so much time swimming in the same pool, in the same lane, hopelessly swimming back and forth? How do you exert yourself past pure exhaustion, just to go one one hundredth of a second faster? How do you wake up at 4 every morning, and don't you ever get sick of it? What if i told you i have no clue? But what if I also told you I pity the people who don't swim. They'll never know the feeling of water engulfing their body as it slides past and hugs every curve present. They'll never have the feeling of empowerment as their hand pushes the mountain of water past them, thrusting them forward and toward their ending goal. They'll never experience the moment of exhilaration as they thrust their fingers to the wall with every ounce of their being. They'll never remember the moment of pure bliss as they whirl their head around to see a number one next to their lane. They will also never gain the comradery, character, athleticism, and life lessons only gained from a life full of swimming. I swim because I don't know how to stop. It is the one thing I feel completely comfortable having an uncurable addiction to, and I wouldn't have it any other way. So if you don't swim, please don't pity me, but instead envy the love and dedication I have to something I truly care about.