Blasted coach.

We got a new coach at the pool today. Man, it sucks. He's the "Masters" coach (well, he was). He had us do the stroke everyone hated: backstroke. Now, normally I wouldn't mind that so much, but what got me was that he never told us when we could stop (except perhaps 5 minutes before the end of practice). Seriously, I'd just like to know when we can get a break (which was to say, never).

Also, I haven't heard from Kyle in a while... in dog years, anyway. =D Where the f**k are you, Kyle, damn you! =P

BTW, don't click on the "sucks" link if you're squeamish...