I really hate it when I go to swim practice, and some new macho guy in my lane assumes that he's faster than me ('cause I'm y'know, a feeble girl) and goes ahead of me the ENTIRE WORKOUT. Meanwhile, I'm nipping at his toes, while he's making me MISS MY INTERVAL. Grrrrr. I was grousing about this to Zack, who quite sweetly and reasonably replied, "Not everything is a competition honey." Yes baby, but swimming is.