When I spotted three of the wild boys, I groaned inwardly which was quickly followed by
They have a right to be here and They could be doing something less productive.
The wild boys make earthquake after earthquake until there's a tsunami. Two older swimmers made the mistake of getting in the lane with them but they quickly got out.
The wild boys swim hard and if you get next to them, you just might drown.
I resorted to the front crawl because, with my head underwater, I didn't have to worry about swallowing water displaced by the seven of them.
With my shoulders so tense, I wondered if it was a good idea to swim but I also knew that there was nothing, mechanically, wrong with my shoulders and, even with the wild boys in the pool, swimming was extremely beneficial. Some of the weight has been lifted off my shoulders and, today, I feel lighter and more energetic.