Descriptive Essay About Competition

Early one July morning, it was the last day of a three-day competition; the most dreaded and hated by all of my breed. It was a three-day swim meet, also coupled with the fact that it was a prelim/final type competition. I was first met with the ear piercing blare of my phone at the crack of dawn. It was the last day of the competition, meaning that the end was near, and the promise of sleep to be had shone like a light at the end of a tunnel. I felt groggy, more groggy and tired than the past two days of the competition. I headed down the creaky stairs at five in the morning and looked out the window and saw only darkness. I had the standard morning meal that I usually consume on days where I have a competition: oatmeal and some milk. The

It felt like the entire weight of the world was put on my shoulders as the entirety of my team depended on me. And there I was again, a familiar place: behind the starting blocks getting ready to race an event that I was so heavily favored to win. I just sat there, anxiety levels through the roof, until the moment came. The starter blew the whistle once, and then again. And then it came, “Swimmers, take your mark”. Then there it was, the buzzer. I exploded off the starting block just like an entire megaton of TNT would. One powerful stroke after another, another after another. I turned at the wall and expected to connect with the wall, all was going so well, or so I thought. I had missed the wall, instantly being robbed of all of my momentum and race strategy. All of a sudden, a race that I had believed was my prerogative to win became an impossible feat. I touched the wall in eighth place, with a time of 25.91 seconds, almost two seconds slower than what I easily could have swam. I instantly saw the expressions on the face of my coach and teammates, and knew that I had let everyone down. I walked up to my coach, wary of the impending