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 little 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 black shorts without even having to think, still mentally dragging myself out of sleep. The only reason I got up this early or would ever get up this early is for what I truly …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 meet grace for a heat sheet so I could see my event. Just as coach previously said, I was in the 15-18year old heat for 50 yards of freestyle. As I studied my opponent’s times I saw I had one person to compete against. Her name was Rebecca Granman and her time was .43 seconds better than mine. As I sat at the clerk of course I thought about how winning was not everything. As I waited, I iced my shoulder, hoping and praying it wouldn’t give out. Time flew like a bird from the night and I was on the block ready to dive. My whole body rushed with adrenaline and fear, I could feel my heart beat though every inch of by body 10,001 thoughts and worries looped in my brain. The buzzer went off and I was gone. I was submerged in the water that’s all there was then, me and the water, no thoughts just water. It hugged me and set into action to do what I had done millions of times before, just swim. All I could see was the black line that was leading me to the wall. Just swim. I swam hard and long imbedding a silent beat of my drum in my head.as I saw the black line end, I knew where I was and what to do right then. Now flip. As I turned I shot off the wall like a bullet …show more content…
I waited patiently for it, in my not-so-inviting bed, empty, and in a daze, still feeling the sting I felt when I gazed up at the scoreboard. All night I lay there and iced my shoulder until my alarm told me it was time to squeeze into my swimsuit. I pulled on my green gator shirt and black shorts and before I knew it I was at practice. I saw grace and gave a nod. I didn’t feel like talking or interacting with anyone. Coach new what had happened, so he put me into an empty lane away from everyone to practice. He gave me endless rolling IM’s that seemed like they would never end. I thought at first he was punishing me for loosing, then I realized that he was training me harder. I was sad that I wasn’t good enough, so he was going to make me better, and I was more than okay with that. I knew a loss was only a loss if you let it be. I pushed myself so hard by the end of practice, I could barely get out of the pool. I could feel every fiber in my body ripping and burning. I didn’t care, I needed to win. I pushed myself for 2 hours all for .2 seconds. That’s all I needed to shave off, .2 seconds. When I got out of the pool I lay there for about a minute like a beached whale making dying cow sounds until grace decided to stop laughing at me and help me up. When I went to listen to the announcement to see who our next meet was against I almost screamed. On the board it explained the fact that due to our opponent’s pool having a
It was the most basic of mornings that I woke up to. The sun was not yet shining its warmth on my little 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 black shorts without even having to think, still mentally dragging myself out of sleep. The only reason I got up this early or would ever get up this early is for what I truly …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 meet grace for a heat sheet so I could see my event. Just as coach previously said, I was in the 15-18year old heat for 50 yards of freestyle. As I studied my opponent’s times I saw I had one person to compete against. Her name was Rebecca Granman and her time was .43 seconds better than mine. As I sat at the clerk of course I thought about how winning was not everything. As I waited, I iced my shoulder, hoping and praying it wouldn’t give out. Time flew like a bird from the night and I was on the block ready to dive. My whole body rushed with adrenaline and fear, I could feel my heart beat though every inch of by body 10,001 thoughts and worries looped in my brain. The buzzer went off and I was gone. I was submerged in the water that’s all there was then, me and the water, no thoughts just water. It hugged me and set into action to do what I had done millions of times before, just swim. All I could see was the black line that was leading me to the wall. Just swim. I swam hard and long imbedding a silent beat of my drum in my head.as I saw the black line end, I knew where I was and what to do right then. Now flip. As I turned I shot off the wall like a bullet …show more content…
I waited patiently for it, in my not-so-inviting bed, empty, and in a daze, still feeling the sting I felt when I gazed up at the scoreboard. All night I lay there and iced my shoulder until my alarm told me it was time to squeeze into my swimsuit. I pulled on my green gator shirt and black shorts and before I knew it I was at practice. I saw grace and gave a nod. I didn’t feel like talking or interacting with anyone. Coach new what had happened, so he put me into an empty lane away from everyone to practice. He gave me endless rolling IM’s that seemed like they would never end. I thought at first he was punishing me for loosing, then I realized that he was training me harder. I was sad that I wasn’t good enough, so he was going to make me better, and I was more than okay with that. I knew a loss was only a loss if you let it be. I pushed myself so hard by the end of practice, I could barely get out of the pool. I could feel every fiber in my body ripping and burning. I didn’t care, I needed to win. I pushed myself for 2 hours all for .2 seconds. That’s all I needed to shave off, .2 seconds. When I got out of the pool I lay there for about a minute like a beached whale making dying cow sounds until grace decided to stop laughing at me and help me up. When I went to listen to the announcement to see who our next meet was against I almost screamed. On the board it explained the fact that due to our opponent’s pool having a