Now in days everyone is a “winner” every one gets to go home with a trophy even if they didn’t even win. They have always been praised for just being there, even if they don’t try. If someone tells you that you’re a winner, then you automatically just are. Winning is never giving up even after you have lost.
It was the most basic of mornings that I woke up to. The sun was not yet shining its warmth on my pint-sized world, however I still dragged myself out of my warm consuming bed, leaving it and my dream Mister Sandman had given me, behind. I swung on my Gator shirt and jet black shorts without even having to think, still mentally dragging myself away from slumber. The only reason I awoken this early or would ever awake this early is for …show more content…
Soon Mister Sandman blessed me with the sweetest of dreams. After awakening that morning, I repeated my morning ritual before rushing to the Liberty pool to rally with Grace for a heat sheet, so I could comprehend my event. Just as coach previously shouted, I stood in the 15-18-year-old heat for 50 yards of freestyle. As I studied my opponent’s times I concurred that I had one creature to compete alongside. This creatures label was Rebecca Granman and her time was .43 seconds superior to my own. As I rested at the clerk of course I thought about in a way winning was not everything. As I awaited, I iced my shoulder, yearning and praying it wouldn’t fail. Time flew like a bird from the night, and I was on the block arranged to dive. My whole body roared with adrenaline and panic, I could sense my heart beat through each inch of by body 10,001 thoughts and uncertainties looped in my brain. The buzzer went off and I was away. I was submerged in the water, that’s all there was then, me and the water. No thoughts, just water. It cuddled me and fixed into action to do what I had done millions of times before, just swim. All I could grasp was the black line that was leading me to the wall. Just swim. I swam tough and sturdy, imbedding a silent rhythm of my drum in my head. As I saw the dark line expire, I …show more content…
I did not go through my customary morning routine. I had gotten up premature to eat a giant breakfast, we were now on our way to our pool where an epic rematch was about to go down. When we finally got there I high fived Grace and she presented me the heat sheet like a trophy. I rummaged for my name until I found it. It was right next to the creature, Rebecca Granman. The creature who shattered me by .2 seconds. I was equipped to stand off with it. I was game to beat it. The meet flew by to my event and I scurried over to the clerk of course. I looked over to see Rebecca sitting there, all chill like it expected another win. She saw me staring at her and knew who I was, and what I desired to take from her. She gave a thin sneer and
It was the most basic of mornings that I woke up to. The sun was not yet shining its warmth on my pint-sized world, however I still dragged myself out of my warm consuming bed, leaving it and my dream Mister Sandman had given me, behind. I swung on my Gator shirt and jet black shorts without even having to think, still mentally dragging myself away from slumber. The only reason I awoken this early or would ever awake this early is for …show more content…
Soon Mister Sandman blessed me with the sweetest of dreams. After awakening that morning, I repeated my morning ritual before rushing to the Liberty pool to rally with Grace for a heat sheet, so I could comprehend my event. Just as coach previously shouted, I stood in the 15-18-year-old heat for 50 yards of freestyle. As I studied my opponent’s times I concurred that I had one creature to compete alongside. This creatures label was Rebecca Granman and her time was .43 seconds superior to my own. As I rested at the clerk of course I thought about in a way winning was not everything. As I awaited, I iced my shoulder, yearning and praying it wouldn’t fail. Time flew like a bird from the night, and I was on the block arranged to dive. My whole body roared with adrenaline and panic, I could sense my heart beat through each inch of by body 10,001 thoughts and uncertainties looped in my brain. The buzzer went off and I was away. I was submerged in the water, that’s all there was then, me and the water. No thoughts, just water. It cuddled me and fixed into action to do what I had done millions of times before, just swim. All I could grasp was the black line that was leading me to the wall. Just swim. I swam tough and sturdy, imbedding a silent rhythm of my drum in my head. As I saw the dark line expire, I …show more content…
I did not go through my customary morning routine. I had gotten up premature to eat a giant breakfast, we were now on our way to our pool where an epic rematch was about to go down. When we finally got there I high fived Grace and she presented me the heat sheet like a trophy. I rummaged for my name until I found it. It was right next to the creature, Rebecca Granman. The creature who shattered me by .2 seconds. I was equipped to stand off with it. I was game to beat it. The meet flew by to my event and I scurried over to the clerk of course. I looked over to see Rebecca sitting there, all chill like it expected another win. She saw me staring at her and knew who I was, and what I desired to take from her. She gave a thin sneer and