It is actually pretty amazing there is not more former Olympic swimmers snorting coke and ice and Stilnox because if there is a sport tailor-made for producing sociopaths and depressives, it has got to be swimming.
Imagine spending endless hours staring at the bottom of a pool, gulping chlorinated water, churning out 20 kilometres while you obsess about the shitty comment your girlfriend made the night before and the fact every person your age’s idea of a good time doesn’t involve a stopwatch and Laurie Lawrence.
Then you get up the next day at 4am and do it all again. For decades.
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