Personal Narrative Essay: It Is The Part Of My Life

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This is it, the part of my day that I half dread, half look forward to all day long. The point where I take a leap and let the stress of the school day fall behind me. The dread comes from knowing how hard my next two hours are going to be and calculating how many miles I’ll be swimming today. But there’s nothing in my life comparable to the joy I get when I slip into the chlorinated water of San Jose Pool every day. Six lanes, plus a diving well, hold all of my secrets, hopes, worries, and goals. Every afternoon I enter and feel nothing but love from my second home. The seconds before diving into the water are filled with anticipation and restlessness. It’s just before five in the afternoon, late in a September Tuesday, and the sun hangs …show more content…
My swim cap, still slightly damp from yesterday’s practice, is draped over my hair to keep me moving through the water efficiently. My sleek speedo goggles, which were a birthday gift from my favorite sister, are suctioned to my eyes. Per my coach’s crazy methods, I’m wearing two swimsuits and bear unshaven legs, both to create more drag in the water. It’s as if an extra millimeter of leg hair shaved off at the end of the season will shave off a second of time. Thinking about my leg hair reminds me how gross the concept actually seems to everyone who’s not a swimmer and who doesn’t play the mental game of being smoother than a dolphin at the end of the season to save time in a race. I am sporting two of my favorite swimsuits, the bottom being last year’s blue and gold team suit, and the top being a worn out purple and black one that I’ve owned for years. My pull buoy, kickboard, fins, and paddles, equipment I’ll use for various sets throughout the evening, rest against the wall behind my lane for the season, lane 1. My kickboard sits on a special shelf in the equipment room, one for the boards that have been signed and passed down through the years. To own the special signed board. I had to become friends with an upperclassman when I was a freshman. My upperclassmen pal was Delaney Bounds, hers was Sarah Vandermillen, hers was Caroline Ott, and hers was Megan Whiteman all the way back in 2010. Whomever I pass my bright yellow board onto …show more content…
Today the water temperature has dipped to a cool 67 degrees, and while that may sound chilly, it feels nice and refreshing when I’m in the midst of a hard workout. No swimmer wants to swim in bath temperature water. I often wonder if the water could actually talk what it would say. Would it express complaints of its contents? Because after all, it’s unimaginable how much spit, snot, urine, sweat, and any other disgusting bodily fluids roam the chlorinated tank. Would it communicate phrases of encouragement? I know I could use some when my muscles are singing a song of exhaustion. At the bottom of each and every lane, lies a black line that ends in a ‘T’ on both ends. The line aims to keep swimmers straight and on one side to avoid painful collisions between athletes. A certain amount of insanity rests somewhere inside every swimmer. It takes a pretty high amount of insanity to commit to staring at the same black line every day for 120 minutes. The line tells no stories and sings no catchy songs. The line is mute; it lets me do the talking. I speak to the line like I’m talking to a friend, except without ever moving my mouth in the interest of not wanting my teammates thinking I’m

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