One day, a few years ago, I was rushing from the pool dripping wet when a man with a Russian accent stopped me and said, “You must come to svim with the team.” I was in my early 50s — too old for swim team, I thought. But the coach — Igor was his name — persisted: “I see you are good svimmer.”
Read more: https://www.nytimes.com/2019/07/27/opinion/sunday/swimming-happiness.html?source=Snapzu
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