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Coach Rod and his assistants had a rotating series of visiting coaches lined up to provide diverse points of view and constructive assistance, and Grace was sure -- she'd counted -- there were more coaches than swimmers. Not only had she survived, that month had transformed Grace into one of the better swimmers on the team. She'd won several events in subsequent meets, but mostly it was her improved physical fitness that impressed Grace. She felt it when she bounced out of bed, felt it when she still had energy at the end of the day, and felt it when men's eyes followed her across campus. So Grace had kept swimming, even in the frozen depths of winter, and her name had been first on Coach Rod's signup list that spring. Armed with an idea of what to expect and better conditioning, it had been a joy and Grace wasn't looking forward to going back to school. The best part was that it didn't even cost anything, since she was on the swim team. 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