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Swimming to Antarctica is a story about how Lynne Cox attempt to complete the grueling swim. Lynne’s goal to finish the swim is motivated by her effort, determination and bravery. Can Lynne overcome her difficulties and finish the swim, or will she let it all slip away?

So Fernanda jumped and “pencil dived” to grab Roene, and it worked! But when Fernanda was grabbing Roene, she dropped the rope and hatchet. When Nathan and I were landing in the water, we had to loosen the chest strap before we landed. Once we landed we had to take it off carefully and let the parachute sink. Roene and Fernanda wanted to save the parachute, for supplies. So before they hit the water, Fernanda dropped Roene into the water, Roene swam away a little. While Fernanda was still in the air she loosened the chest strap and when she landed she took it off. Meanwhile, Roene quickly grabbed the parachute and successfully saved it. We swam towards each other while Nathan inflated the dinghy. We were about a three-minute swim away from each other, but there were some pretty big waves. When we noticed that there were sharks! While the rest of us were panicking, Fernanda discovered that they were whale sharks! She told us that whale sharks don’t eat humans! We were so relieved. While we were paddling to shore, Roene hit Nathan in the head with her oar! Nathan got a concussion, but he was okay since he just lay on the bottom of the dinghy. We were a six-hour paddle

You’re lining up now!” You turn and look at the whiteboard, and sure enough, a big 19 is spread across the top. Although it pains you to do it, you remove your heated, comfy layer of sweats, exposing your newly formed goosebumps, and head down to the pool. When you arrive at the table, a woman checks off your name and tells you to sit in the fourth chair down. It’s only been an hour, and the woman looks as though she has been working for three days straight. You don’t recognize either of the girls sitting next to you. It turns out that the girl to your right is from Watertown, and the girl to your left is from Cortland. You strike up a conversation with the girl from Watertown, and it turns out that you have a lot in common. Gradually, the line would inch forward, and you would be stuck sitting in someone else's chair, in which they had left a pool of water in, so you resort to sitting on the very edge of the chair. About two races before your own, your coach walks by, and starts talking to you, knowing that you are very nervous. “Don’t worry about it, you will do fine! Just remember, the faster you swim, the faster you’ll be able to dry off and get warm again.” You nod and laugh shyly and continue to anxiously wait for your race.

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

I heard the announcer on his microphone call you for ages 14 to 15 reps in 45 minutes I went down to the water to see what I really got myself into and surprisingly it was not too cold but it definitely woke me up. 20 minutes I heard him call out but then people started grouting around the water 10 minutes he started the race in knee-deep water the countdown has begun 5958 57 my heart beaded faster and faster my knees were shaking people were cheering 10 98 I put my hate hands out ready to dive 4321 and I went went reaching my arms as far as they can get kicking my feet with power. When I turn my head to breathe you could hear people's cheering and screaming around that the Bewley I went falling behind a kid as I was reading the sand I pulled myself as hard as I could to the beach and ran to the transition station my body Felt like rapper I was so cold as it was changing my shoes as best as I could grab some water and I was off rating my bike out on the road my mom screaming is all I heard passing my family with

“Well, I have a tale I will gladly tell.” said the swimmer”It’s sad but, joyous! Brave but, cowardly! Now gather ‘round and listen close for this is my tale!”

Even though summer is officially over, this doesn't mean you can't still spend time in the water. In fact, many areas are just beginning to become popular locations for kayaking and canoeing. The best thing about these types of activities is that you can have as much adventure as you like. Whether you are looking for a leisure float down the river or an aggressive one through rapids, you will be able to find exactly what you are looking for.

My head raced as adrenaline rushed through my veins, I could feel fear. As I forced myself to jump, my feet lifted off the ground and the rocks from under me disappeared from under my feet and it seemed as if splash… My frail kind of chubby body hit the water and sent ripples through the water, as my head was swallowed whole by the water. My feet hit the slimy ground as it seemed to wrap around my feet attempting to trap me underwater . Franticly I kicked until I could breath again. I surfaced as my brother floated on the water “you're still a pussy”, he said in the bickering way brothers

He rolled over on his side, unclipped the clips that strapped his bag, and dropped the pack on the dry dirt around him. The snow that was on his belongings slowly melted into water, and it seeped down into the ground. He lifted the boots off his feet, and a sigh of relief came shortly after. He tried to wriggle his toes, but they hardly moved despite his best effort. They were indeed cold, but they weren’t wet, which was actually better to his knowledge. Only his ankles and heels felt

The diving board took a little more time, but after two weeks Sammy and I negotiated a deal. She would go off the board if I went in the water and caught her. So I found myself cheering her on as I treaded water beside the board. She carefully walked across as I reached my arms towards her and asked “ready”? Sammy replied with a nod of her head. As I enthusiastically shouted “3,2,1, Jump!” Sammy leaped off the diving board and into my arms, a huge smile spreading across her face. Wiping water from her eyes she yelled, “I'm going to jump off the board a million more times!” A smile spread across my face too. The Sammy that begged me to keep the pool open an extra hour was

Kayaking is a modern way to enjoy a traditional mode of Native American transportation. The traditional kayak was born in the Arctic regions of North America, where native tribes such as the Inuit (or Eskimos) used the kayak to get from place to place over water. Kayaks have a characteristically open body, allowing one to three paddlers full ability to sit in the kayak and immerse themselves in the kayak body, or cockpit. To protect the cockpit from filling up with water, Native Americans stretched waterproof fabrics over it, so that rolling the kayak in the water did not let the kayak fill with water and sink, or expel its paddlers.

After a few hours of padding around the lake I came up on the campsite where I will be staying. I paddle

On a humid, winter day in Hawaii, Matt decided to hit the road in his 2017 Lexus RS with his friend Felix. Felix is sixteen and Matt is eighteen. Matt took Felix to Flyin Hawaiian very early in the morning, they tried to beats a record of going on 42 rollercoasters in one day. Felix went to the Screaming Splash first because that was his favorite ride “ Oh boy, this will be great.” said Matt. The line was long but they were prepared. They’d bought fast passes. They precisely watched the first row go up and drop into the water. Splashh! The two boys were eager to go on the ride. “ Line a, you may take the raft, and always remember to get wet.” Normally that’s not the rule, it’s stay safe. Felix and Matt took the third row. The ride was slowly getting slower.

Honestly, I never thought it would come to this day, jumping into a body of water. Seems pretty pointless, if you ask me. Now, what am I doing? I struggled to gain consciousness. I strained to lift my head. In its pointlessness, my eyelids flew open. I didn't panic, I didn't struggle to breathe. I calmly floated, my body unable to move. Is this what it's like to be at peace? No, it was emptiness. I knew I had to get away from death. How? I tried focusing my eyesight, no light. I felt as if my chest were being ripped apart. I drew in a breath, no good. Water filled my lungs, I kicked and twisted, my body, begging for air. My eyes burned, and I made a last cry; as loud as I could muster, I cried out. Not a word, but a cry. A cry for life;