My Best Race

October 13, 2010
By ConnorM. SILVER, Brighton, Michigan
ConnorM. SILVER, Brighton, Michigan
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The cold metal of the bench stings my skin as I look from side to side sizing up my opponents. When the Marshal gives us our swim lanes, I stand up, holding myself tall, proud, and determined, trying to make the other kids see that I am going to beat them. We step up to the blocks. “Good luck!” my dad calls. I give him a thumbs up. I give my card to the Timer, and than turn around as Coach Andrew walks up.
“Connor, what are you going to do today?” he asks me.
“I’m aiming for a forty-one,” I reply.
“Get thirty-nine,” he tells me.
“But I don’t think I can do that,” I argue.
“Connor,” he says with smirk, “you can do it.”
“Alright,” I say, giving in. “I’ll try to get thirty-nine.” He really thinks I’m that good!
When the girls’ race is finally over, the Official calls: “Swimmers in event thirty-six, boys fifty freestyle, step up on your blocks.” I tighten my goggles, then clamber up the ladder. My feet grip the rough-as-sandpaper, cloud-white block.
The Official says into the microphone, “Swimmers, take your marks…” Then the horn blares. I throw my body forward and my feet behind me, soaring gracefully into the cool sheet of water, bubbles streaming out behind me. I feel a rush of adrenaline as I pump my legs.
As I started to surface, my eyes darted from side to side, judging how far my start placed me. Yes! I was at least a body length in front of the other swimmers. As my body comes out of the water, I take a stroke. Then another. And another, until I was going faster than I ever had. Soon I got into a rhythm: stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breath, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breath.
As I flew past the flags, I took one more breath, then flung my head down and my legs up, pulling myself into a flip turn. I blasted past the flags again, seeing that most of the others weren’t even coming into the wall yet. I can do this! I’ve won already! I flew past the flags at the end of the pool, and practically slam into the wall. I glance at the other lanes, seeing that the other guys never had a chance. I pull myself out of the pool and gasp: “How fast?”
“Thirty-nine,” Coach tells me, “Told you-you could do it.”
“I did!” I grin as the lady hands me my heat winner ribbon. YES! I did do it, and I had gotten three seconds better than my best. I had really done it.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Oct. 25 2010 at 7:05 am
ConnorM. SILVER, Brighton, Michigan
7 articles 0 photos 27 comments
Thank you, I will.

R. Moxie said...
on Oct. 19 2010 at 7:24 pm
Awesome job :) keep it up!


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