As I hauled myself out of the pool I grumbled to no one in particular "So much for tapering, that was the worst practice we've had in at least a month." "Actually I believe that yesterday was worse, it was backstroke and butterfly. Butterfly is really tiring and backstroke is my worst stroke, but I'm pretty good at it in meets. I think Santiago is my closest backstroke competition though because..." It was just my friend, Jacob Diantonio. Jacob was 12, average height, with blonde, short cut hair. He had, a goofy smile, an almost squashed looking face, and is a bit on the chubby side. He had just joined the Chargers, the swim team we were on, about 4-5 months ago. While he can be a BIT annoying and never knows when to close his big mouth, which often ends up making him enemies, he is good-natured and gives all he has to what he does. Or... at least in terms of eating, being annoying, being lazy, playing video games, and racing competitively.
I was already beginning to tune him out as Carl DeMencha walked over from his lane. Jacob and I were still gathering our swim supplies because our coach, Coach Henry , made our set longer than the rest of the groups was, as usual. Carl was about 5ft 1in, a little on the short and skinny side. But because he was, so skinny all he is is skin, bone, and muscle. He had blonde hair like Jacob's except shorter, and and his hair was kinda sandy blonde. He tended not to smile a lot and is usually quiet but as for anybody, put him with his friends and he can be as loud as the next guy over.