At diving tonight Ricardo (my crazy Mexican ex-olympic coach) asked me to do something he called "overtaking". Now, he made this sound like a perfectly fine and normal thing to do to your fellow divers waiting patiently for their turn to do their next dive, but this is what we would call 'cutting'. Yes, thats right I was asked to cut in line. After every one of my dives, I was supposed to go after the next two people in line after me no matter how many more people there were to go. Hmm, I had two feelings going on while I was overtaking. The first one was, oh geez, are all these divers going to end up hating me!? and the second was: feeling like a little kid in a candy shop without adults around, just being given unlimited access to something I know I shouldn't be allowed to get away with. My devil horns definitely came out and my diving seemed to show it. Everything was higher, faster and better. Oh, and Ricardo never explained why he had me do this, and really, I'd rather not know exactly what is going on in that head of his.
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That's really cool. Totally psychological competition. I love it!
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