Every time I travel a trail they are always a few months apart what I always do is a sport to help me prepare for the long hike. From my experiences I could be called athletic, but from my point of view I am not and may never be. But that is besides the point, so this is how I got into my first sport which also changed my life, it was swimming the reason why I started in the first place was because of my sister. You see when I was about like 7 or 8 I always was determined to be like my sister, I know it may sound weird but kids always see their older siblings as a example in their life. But I am starting to digress, anyway the reason why swimming changed my life was because it help me make new friends and be more active. And maybe because
It was sometime around 6:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in the middle of January 2016. There was a swim meet going on and it was just about to start. The teams were warming up and getting ready for the meet that was due to start in the coming hour. I was warmed up and concentrating on the race listening to music in my newly acquired platinum studio beats. The music was loud and the nerves were setting as I walked into the locker room with my friend and teammate. As we passed I said good luck to our teammate who I was racing against in the 200 free style. Then out of know were he pulled my friend to the side and whispered something in his ear. I didn’t hear what was said as I had continued to walk. My friend came over to me and I asked what he had said and he told me. He told me
“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” Hearing the whistle, I immediately dove into the water. It was just a typical afternoon swim practice and the regional swim meet was almost here. We’ve been training and practicing all season for this event. Every afternoon after school we would go to the YMCA pool to practice. I’ve been working on long distance swimming, such as the freestyle 200 and 500. The night before the regional swim meet arrived, and I happened to get sick. I felt weak, stiff, and exhausted. There was no way I could do well in any event that was going to occur the next day. I took some medicine and had some tea to try and feel better. Nothing really helped. All there was to do was hope. The next day arrived… feeling sick
During the swim season of my sophomore year I was at the peak of my swimming career. I was swimming great times and had a very successful season. Prior to the regional swim meet I was qualified and all I had to do was swim my qualifying times to advance to the 1A/2A state swim meet. Exactly one week before the regional meet I broke my foot in two places. I was heartbroken because for a swimmer this is what you train for all year long. I felt like all my hard work and hours in the pool were for nothing. I immediately began physical therapy and told my parents I wanted to try and swim the following Saturday at regionals. My foot was not in a cast, but in a boot. My physical therapist even told me there was no way I would be able to swim at regionals.
I am the most competitive person you will ever meet. I hate to lose. In everything I do, from swim meets, to track meets, to academic competitions, my goal and my intent is to win. I want to win! Though I don’t necessarily have the great ability to perform like a winner. I’ve had to accept, that maybe, just maybe, I can’t excel at everything. One night, after a particularly devastating swim meet, I sat down and had to think about why I had lost. Maybe my goggles were on too tight! Yes! That had to be it. Or maybe my competitor cheated and just didn’t get caught! All these thoughts were racing through my head, yet the most obvious one never seemed to cross it. Maybe, after all, I just wasn’t as good as he was. No, that wasn’t possible! He and I looked exactly alike! We acted the same! We had nearly the same techniques!
When I first learned how to swim, I was 5 years old. My family and I were outside by the pool and I was on a float in the water. My brother and dad were in the water while my mom and sister were tanning on the deck. My mom got hot and started to get in the water. My dad came behind me and flipped me. I really didn't know how to swim so i was drowning. I was trying to push myself up when my mom grabbed me and picked me up. I went to go lay down by my mom when my dad picked me up again. My dad started to fake throw me in. My mom, brother, and sister all went inside. When they got insdie, my dad grabbed me and threw me in again. I thought I was gonna die but then I started to doggy pattel. My mom came outside and started to freak out. I told
“Run, run, run!” I yelled to my teammate as we ran on our tippy toes to get to the tents. It was freezing outside, so we bundled up in jackets and blankets as soon as we sat down. I;ve been swimming most of my life, but this was one of my first year round swim meets. I had just swam a 50 free (freestyle) and only had one event lift…..the 500 meter freestyle. I was nervous and I couldn’t eat, so I went to swim on an empty stomach.
I am watching the Rio Olympics freestyle finals for women. My eyes are glued to the screen, and I can not seem to take them off. Of who? I do not know, but she is way ahead of the others. I wait until the race is over, and she wins. But, who is she?
It all began at East Ridge high, I was a junior at the time just trying to get by and ready for school to end long before it even started. The strange things began happening randomly, the first occurrence was in my swim class, I had always preferred swimming, the feeling of the water running across my skin and the waves created a rythmic motion that was very calming; I was super pysched they offered it as an alternative to gym class. One day during swim class I was practicing a technique called the butterfly stroke. I started slow and as I got the hang of it my speed built thats when it started to happen, with every stroke of my arms the water came to life and started creating waves that grew larger I hadn't notice until I had reached the wall
The skies were clear and the waters were calm when we dove into the warm waters of the Gulf. We should’ve stopped at the surf shop; it would’ve avoided this whole mess. The strong currents are tossing my body around like a rag doll. I’m trying to keep my eyes on Taylor’s bright red hair, because at this point, losing Taylor means I have zero chances of survival, and no friend to work with. The waves finally seem to have calmed down enough for me to swim to the surface to get some much-needed air. I’m looking for a certain redhead, but I can’t find her. I’m starting to panic.
Riding a battery operated ride on jeep, while holding on to the leash of a dog, is a tremendous way to ramp yourself into a pool. It happened when I was 6 years old, and I thought I was going to be the next great stuntmen like Evel Knievel. On a hot summer 2007 July day where you could smell fresh cut grass and the sun was shining like a new Lonnie from the bank. I was at my grandparents above ground pool at their old house on Shell and Cambie road. It wasn't just those average size rubber above ground pools that you can buy from Walmart. It was a huge hand-built pool that was half the size of a hockey rink that my grandpa had built for the whole family to enjoy, and to get out of the hot summer sun. The pool was about 30ft deep and was connected to a big long deck, almost as long as the red carpet that was
I was tired, sore, angry, and anxious. As thoughts ran through our heads we slowly lost hope in ourselves. This was our final time to shine, but could we live up to the expectation. I never thought that we were going to get the state cut.
"Kerry! You have to try again. You got this, Come on!", Wendy exclaimed as she tugged on my arm at the edge of the swimming pool. Even though I knew I needed to pass this swim test in order to race at regattas, I also knew there was no way I would pass this fourth time after failing the last three attempts. I dread the taste of chlorine and the weight of the entire pool on my head dragging me down. “Whoo, Good job!”, the girls on my team congratulated yet another teammate that successfully completed the four laps and four minutes of treading. That’s when I realize my teammates’ hard work would go to waste without a coxswain in their boat; my teammates are counting on me. “I’ll go next!”, I boasted before anyone else can come forward. I just
A bit chilly at the lake's edge under the night sky, but I like the sound, water splashing against the formation of boulders. I like the universe the stars and galaxies. A dark open sky above the water illuminated by the millions of stars. The mountains display an appearance of watching over the lake. That's why I love it here at the loading docks at water's edge and the parking lot where the ravens fly by. Although evil has settled in here, and under the waters. Gazing up at the night sky, and watching spacecraft travel their routine, one of the probes I assumed didn't correspond because he traveled off course is going the wrong