Each and every day you know that somewhere in that evening's main set, he (pain personified) will be waiting for you--looming. Go after him. Look him right in the eyes, and don't back down. Do not be fooled by the look on his face that he has your number--it's a façade. He's a paper tiger. Blow right through him. You'll find that within 150 to 300 yards you've driven through to the other side for that day, and will finish your set with a great second wind and an awesome feeling found in that unique setting. He'll be waiting for you tomorrow. You'll have to call his bluff again, but it gets easier and easier every day, as long as it's in succession. Eventually it will become a habit, a way of life, to where it is so second-nature that you don't think about it in school, or driving to workout, or in the kick set. That is when you will be a champion--when you've conquered yourself to that degree.
--Tim Shaw, one of a handful of US men's distance swimmers shooting for gold in 1976 "Four Champions, One Gold Medal"
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