Some people swim like dolphins. They glide past me in the water, hardly making a splash. Their heads are steady, taking deep strokes with slow and methodical kicking. There’s no energy wastage or thrash, everything is channeled into moving forward and maximizing velocity.
I’ve encountered thrashers. I sometimes even hear them coming. Their arms are all over the place, their bodies sway from side to side with every stroke. They are the opposite of the dolphins. I’m amazed they finish the swim without exhausting themselves.
But everyone finishes the swim, and most of them are smiling with that pumped up, endorphin rush look on their faces. I’m reminded that there’s more than one way to skin a cat.