The game is done, I have won.

     Well, almost two months later I have won the battle. I'm gonna swim. I'm not gonna let some stubborn,asshole,senior hick stop me from doing what I love. It took me awhile to realize this but, if I don't swim He has won. They have won. I wanna win. I have won.
     I'm not gonna lie and say that next season, or even club season, will be easy. It's gonna be hard, it's gonna take a toll on me. But I've gotta push through. I've my got my friends to help through the season, they will save me and keep me sane.
     I guess my biggest question that I pose to my failed-enemies is: Why does it matter exactly?
     So I'm gonna stop regretting this decision and overthinking it. I'm just going to remember this: 

I have a job to do, just like you. I come in swim and go home,just like you. Why should it matter what I do after practice? I will always walk in and do my job, I can only hope you will do the same.