Jerry had a little trouble seeing who was ahead. Wayne and Lars, swimming in lanes next to one another, were at least three feet ahead of the others. At first, it looked as if Wayne had the lead. His muscular arms worked furiously, his shoulders knotted with exertion, dragging his body forward by their sheer power. But, then, Lars slipped ahead. His long arms parted the water in front of him in clean, regular strokes. As they started the fourth and final lap, they were side by side, so close it was impossible for Jerry to see who was ahead. It really didn't matter. He just wanted one of them, clearly the two best swimmers in the pool, to be the winner. “Come on, Lars! Come on, Wayne!” He found himself shouting and cheering along with the other spectator swimmers. People must think I'm nuts, he figured. I don't care. I just want to see the best one win!
What do You think about The Winning Stroke (2009)?
