It was mid season, I had just made section time in the 100 backstroke a week ago. I was on my way to being top four on the Sartell swim team, and making the state team. Then one day during the beginning of practice I came above the surface of the water but something was off. I looked around and everyone was looking at me. I thought I just went fast or made a weird noise, but I was wrong. The coach came over and told me to go to the showers. I was concerned because the workout was not over yet. I went to the showers and rinsed off, I still did not know what was wrong. Then I looked in the mirror. My face was a bumpy, gross tomato.
This did not make any sense. I just looked in the mirror before practice. I thought my faced looked a little red but not anything like this. I mean maybe I just didn’t realize my face was a nasty looking ball. After staring at myself for a couple seconds I went back to the pool. I got back in, finished my …show more content…
I tried everything from showering before to rubbing Vaseline on my face, but nothing worked. I could not swim on my team anymore. During that time I would sometimes just go to swim practice and sit on the side, pretending I was in the water. That wasn’t even the worst part either. The worst part was that everywhere I looked my peers, teachers, and friends were staring at me. One day it got so bad I went to the nurse and asked to go home because my rash hurt so bad. It didn’t even hurt, I just couldn’t be stared at any longer. The next day was my choir concert. The whole choir rehearsed before school. It was an embarrassment, from the “what happened to your face” to the “you look like a tomato”. I just could not take it. I had to finally say to everyone “Don’t look at me”. That was probably the worst week of high school ever for me. I was a freshman and everyone who I passed in the hallway stared at me. How much worse could it
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Ian enjoyed swimming but was no child prodigy at the time. Ironically, Ian was allergic to chlorine when he was young. He later started swimming with his head out of the water, which enabled his allergic reaction to subside overtime. Ian Thorpe did not swim in his first race until a school carnival at the age of seven. The allergy forced Thorpe, swam with his head out of the water; despite this awkward technique, he won the race, primarily because of his significant size advantage.
I was sitting on the bench in the last inning of our fourth game wondering if I was ever going to get to play when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see my coach gazing down at me. He gave me a sly grin and said, "get a helmet, you 're on deck. " I had to swallow my shock. I jumped up and hurried over to the on deck circle.
My First Time Tubing Behind A Speedboat The fear of falling was overpowering, it made me feel weak and scared. One Saturday my father, stepmother, little sister and I were headed out to our family's Cabin to go tubing behind Russ` speedboat on Lake May. The ride there was pretty long, but it was fine, we were talking about being behind a speedboat I was honestly very scared about it.
I felt useless and unwanted, like the scum on the bottom of his shoe. I gave up. The worst part of this was the fact that my coach did not even realize that his words and actions were destroying me. I felt embarrassed for something that I should have been proud of, because it was a great accomplishment to make Varsity.
It was a cold and cloudy day after school. I was in the stands waiting for baseball tryouts to start. The coach came and talked to us and said “There are only 20 spots on the team.” I looked around and there were more than 40 people trying out. So I had to try my best in order to make it.
A warm morning, sun shining with a slight breeze, and calm waters; the perfect day to learn how to water ski. I had never been water skiing before, I barely knew what it was, I was anxious to say in the least. I stood on the dock as my parents maneuvered the boat into the water, I’ve never been so uncertain. My family reassured me that everything would be okay as I was strapped up my life jacket. I stood on the edge of the boat, apprehensive, but I had to jump in the water, it was now or never.
My nerves from the first class unexpectedly came rushing back. These students grew into great swimmers, but I knew that the depth of the water could petrify them. The first few students were able to swim back up with little to no effort, but the last girl lost her footing and slipped into the pool and couldn 't resurface. I froze as I saw her struggling to swim and breathe. My mind quickly flashed back to the time I jumped out of my tube and almost drowned.
My heart was beating so quickly I could feel it in my throat, sweat was running down my face and all I could see is the stadium full of people clapping some with smiles and others with straight faces and then I remember looking at the judges table and felt like my blood has somehow run cold and my heart seemed to still increase with speed. I glanced at the judge's face for one second because we were not allowed to look at them but there faces were embrained in me even if I just glanced at them for a second. They had the straightest faces no response, no satisfaction, almost like they were bored. This competition is what I lived for what I waited for and what I worked so hard for and in the end I fell apart on the most important day of my
When I was six years old, I would not let go of my dad when we first entered the pool for the fear that I would drown. Now I am seven-teen years old and I fear not being fast enough. Swimming is my passion, and my life, but this wasn’t always the case. Since my high school doesn’t offer a swim team, I sought a team outside of my school district. After finding that Banning High school offered an after school swim team, I joined their swim team around the age of twelve.
Three hundred and fifty children under the age of five drown in pools each year nationwide. Two thousand and six hundred children are treated in hospital emergency rooms for near-drowning incidents. These statistics can bring chills down one’s spine. With drowning being such a threat, it is surprising how many guardians of young children dismiss the importance of their child learning how to swim. Survival swim lessons gives infants and toddlers the skills they need to move through the water independently while incorporating being able to breath when needed.
When we all got out of the pool to shake their hands, I couldn't walk straight and I felt like I had to vomit. That is when my parents and coaches realized that I needed medical attention. I was taken to the emergency room and I didn't leave until 5 o'clock the next morning. My hopes of making varsity as a sophomore were crushed that day.
When I stepped up to the block, I saw a few swimmers with the same striking blue and red swim caps as me at the other end of the pool, but didn’t think anything of it. During the race, I could feel my limbs growing sore and my lungs aching to breathe normally again. Above the deafening splashes of water around me, I picked up a different sound: cheers. “Go! Go!”
I felt that I was the worst on the team and that because I was so terrible, no one would like me. After only one practice I was ready to give up. I did not want to put in the effort. Fortunately, my parents forced me to continue with the team. I arrived the next day with an intense