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“Flags,” Jamie said, pointing above the undulating water of the pool.
“Pennants, actually,” Clement replied. “On backstrokes, swimmers use them to know their location.”
“Huh. So there’s four different swimming events, right?” Clement nodded. “And those flags are only used for one of them — the slowest one.”
“I assume your observation is more than just an arrangement of words.”
“Doesn’t it strike you as odd, to let people know where they are when they’re moving backwards, and there’s a better way to get where you’re going?”
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It was when I was doing the backstroke that I had my first episode of vertigo. No fun at all. The ceiling kept shifting, and the flags made me nauseated. I don’t do that any more.
Thanks you for sharing that. I’ll have to work that anecdote into one of my stories.
I didn’t know what it was at the time, just chalked it up to being dizzy. But it became recurrent. Yucky.