Next up Sid diving 101c front dive tuck 1.2,” the voices echoed throughout the pool deck. I got up on the board, there were eyes glued on me watching and waiting for me to fail. This dive was easy, I didn’t even need to think, start with an easy dive end with an easy dive. I began to walk…. 1, 2, 3, 4 then hurdle. My approach was flawless, I remembered my arms and everything. I tucked then in less than a second I kicked out, but it felt like an eternity. As I kicked off the bottom I reflected on the dive “Was that good enough? What will the judges think?” When I came up there was a roar of applause and the announcer “judges score …. 3s across the board,” he spoke. “BINGO,” the team screamed. I couldn't believe it, my first dive, I just completed
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When I swam out I saw on the scoreboard 3.5, 3.5, 4.0, “ I GOT A 4!!” I mouthed to one of our captains, he nodded back. The next one was dreadful it was my front somersault half twist. As I walked down the board I thought “ I just learned this the other day,” and it showed on my score 1, 1, 2.
I easily recovered after the next few dives and came to my last dive, my favorite dive. The announcer spoke “Next up Sid diving 301 C reverse dive tuck 1.6,” it echoed again and again. I got up on the board and just talked myself through it, “4 steps, hurdle, arms, tuck, grab, and kick,” it all flowed perfectly I was getting another …show more content…
As I sunk to the bottom I wasn't sure what hurt more, My back? Or was it the fact that I just failed my favorite dive? Or possibly the thought that I just let down my team. When I came up I learned that I did not fail the dive, but I was too disappointed to care about my score.
After the meet ended, I had talked to my sister, who was also a diver at the time, “if you held on a little bit longer the kicked you would have dropped it in,” she told, but I wasn’t in the mood to listen.
The practices following that meet I only did my reverse dive hoping it would turn out better. I started counting my tuck “hold 1, hold 2 KICK,” I would tell myself and it worked. I was ready for the next meet, when it came time I told myself again “hold 1, hold 2 KICK,” BOOM I did it “4s across the board,” the announcer said and in response, the team shouted
When I swam out I saw on the scoreboard 3.5, 3.5, 4.0, “ I GOT A 4!!” I mouthed to one of our captains, he nodded back. The next one was dreadful it was my front somersault half twist. As I walked down the board I thought “ I just learned this the other day,” and it showed on my score 1, 1, 2.
I easily recovered after the next few dives and came to my last dive, my favorite dive. The announcer spoke “Next up Sid diving 301 C reverse dive tuck 1.6,” it echoed again and again. I got up on the board and just talked myself through it, “4 steps, hurdle, arms, tuck, grab, and kick,” it all flowed perfectly I was getting another …show more content…
As I sunk to the bottom I wasn't sure what hurt more, My back? Or was it the fact that I just failed my favorite dive? Or possibly the thought that I just let down my team. When I came up I learned that I did not fail the dive, but I was too disappointed to care about my score.
After the meet ended, I had talked to my sister, who was also a diver at the time, “if you held on a little bit longer the kicked you would have dropped it in,” she told, but I wasn’t in the mood to listen.
The practices following that meet I only did my reverse dive hoping it would turn out better. I started counting my tuck “hold 1, hold 2 KICK,” I would tell myself and it worked. I was ready for the next meet, when it came time I told myself again “hold 1, hold 2 KICK,” BOOM I did it “4s across the board,” the announcer said and in response, the team shouted