When I was about ten years old I was on a swim team. On the team, I was the worst swimmer because of how bad my stamina and technique was, making it impossible for me finish in the top three. During the shortest of races, I would stop a quarter of the way through, and start frantically catching my breath, like a dog panting after running for a while. When the final race of the season came around, it was time to hear if I would be eligible to compete in the summer races. I had trained extraordinarily hard so I wouldn’t be left behind; I practice for weeks on my technique to perfect the skill of taking breaths during strokes to make me more efficient, but sadly during the last race of the season I finished last.
During the drive back home I sat in the back of the car irritated by the fact that none of my hard work had paid off. I was so distraught I murmured out of the blue, “I don’t want to swim anymore” and although he was supportive, he advised me “Not to let one race get me down” but I just disregarded it. …show more content…
I tried to entertain myself with video games, television, and movies, but I kept on feeling like something was missing. I talked with my dad about how I felt and he suggested swimming again because it was my favorite activity. So, to test if the strange emptiness in my summer came from my lack of swimming, I went to the pool the following week. This was the first time since my race that I was getting back in the water and upon entering the pool, not only was I rushed with a stream of water from underneath, but also rushed with my good memories of swimming and at that moment I realized I truly did enjoy swimming and that it was something I didn’t want to give
During the drive back home I sat in the back of the car irritated by the fact that none of my hard work had paid off. I was so distraught I murmured out of the blue, “I don’t want to swim anymore” and although he was supportive, he advised me “Not to let one race get me down” but I just disregarded it. …show more content…
I tried to entertain myself with video games, television, and movies, but I kept on feeling like something was missing. I talked with my dad about how I felt and he suggested swimming again because it was my favorite activity. So, to test if the strange emptiness in my summer came from my lack of swimming, I went to the pool the following week. This was the first time since my race that I was getting back in the water and upon entering the pool, not only was I rushed with a stream of water from underneath, but also rushed with my good memories of swimming and at that moment I realized I truly did enjoy swimming and that it was something I didn’t want to give