Personal Narrative: My Favorite Four Words

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My Favorite four words are “ Welcome too the grind”. The Grind you may hear many modern day athletic say this. The Grind refers to a person that pushes himself or herself to attain a goal. As a Athlete I know how important it is set goal for a sport because many major league coaches say one key ingredient to reach a high level in your sport is goal setting. And at first i didn’t believe it, i thought the only way to get better is just by training. Well i was clearly wrong when i didn’t make state the state cut, When the next season started, and when i walked on the pool deck on the whiteboard there were four simple words, “ Welcome to the Grind”.
This was a cold monday morning it was 4.30 in the morning, Today was the first day of practice.
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This the time where I need to relax, as I get ready I can hear the loud splash that the swimmers are making as they jump into the water with all their might, and the loud cheering from the stadium. And also the loud thundering noise of coaches and team members screaming go faster. As make way to my coach a tall, strong, and ex-Olympian swimmer for a final piece of advice. The only thing my coach told me was to “Jump in and swim as if it was the Olympics”. As I began the 10 foot walk to my lane which felt like 10 miles to me. When I reached my lane I began my stretching to loosen up my muscle in order to avoid injury. As I am one minute away from my event, I only focused. I focused so hard that it felt like someone turned a switch that turned the world off. As it comes to my event, I put on my goggles which stick to my eyes like someone glued them onto my face. As the meet official whistles came to life the stadium became quite like an empty room. As I stood on the tall blue blocks, Then came the official again, “swimmers take your mark” as this point I am in curl position almost like a human ball. I was eye to eye with my opponent, the only thing in my way from wining the water. Then the final whistle noise, hit my ear and boom I jump with all my might and I hit the water the ice cold water hard. While I jumped I said to myself “it’s ShowTime”. Then I started swimming I could feel my hand and legs moving across the water violently. The only thing I could hear was the loud and deadly sound of my kicking. Then come the flip best place to screw up if you don’t hit it correctly. When I hit the wall I could feel the energy in my leg and the energy leaving when I pushed off the wall. As I make my way back, I am telling myself not to look at my opponents. Then as I am 5 feet away, I gave a giant push and hit the wall hard. That’s it’s the race is over. As I Make way out of the pool my legs are acting like they just can’t work

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