While in St. George, my brother, who lives down in Dixie, came over to swim with us. He used to do a lot of triathlons, and at one point during this visit, started swimming laps. It was then I asked him if he wanted to race. I was yet to have gotten in the pool by this point, and was not even planning on it. Steve was sick of me talking smack, and made me race. We determined the race would consist of four laps.
Notice the cheering crowd on each side of the pool. Neither was cheering for me. In fact no one was even excited that I beat my brother. But I was!
