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 My Story I run through the field, narrowly avoiding every hand that tries to tag me. One foot in front of the other, running as fast as I could, until I hit the pavement at the end of the field. The only person already there is Nora, my best friend. “Our winners are Lauryn and Nora for this round!” my coach announces from the other end of the field. “Now go change and hit the pool!” We do as we’re told, otherwise we might have to do flutter kicks again. Again, Nora and I are the first to reach the pool, and we both hop into the icy cold water. It’s dark; I can barely see the few rays of sun that dance on the water. There isn’t a lot of sun at 8:30 in the morning. We break the surface, pulling on our swim caps and goggles. The frozen breath that was trapped in my lungs escapes. We swim to the lanes with everyone else to practice. Tonight is the final meet of the season, which we are hoping to win. Well, I am hoping to win my event, the 50 breastroke, and Nora is trying to win every one of her events. The cold water flies by me as I swim gracefully through the water. With every stroke, I warm up and go faster until I touch the wall and break the surface into the cold air. The sun begins to rise as we swim, the rays shimmer on the surface of the water and glare on our goggles lenses. It feels good when we hop out, instead of being in the freezing cold. When the whistle blows twice…I step up…. One long one, be ready…and the loud beep. Go! I push off the blocks with all my might and dive into the water headfirst. It feels like home in the water, and I stay under until I am done with my pullout, and then break the calm surface, creating a vast circle of rippled water around me. Swim…. with every stroke I push harder and harder... Out of the corner of my eye, I see my opponent. I need to push harder. I pull more water behind me, more and more each time. The wall is close…I must reach it… And then my fingers gently touch the granite wall. The race is over, and my coach is shouting, “Lauryn has won!” I feel happy, and go back under the water to cool me off (you sweat more than any other sport in swimming), and break the surface again. The wind blows on my skin, making me chilly. I reach across to my opponent and shake her hand. Sports are more fun with good sportsmanship. Article posted September 9, 2011 at 09:02 AM • comment (4) • Reads 988 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments  I really enjoyed reading your blog. I love how described how it felt outside and what it looked like. The only thing is I would have added more detail in the beginning about what game you were playing.
Comment Posted on September 14, 2011 at 05:34 PM by
RW7I really enjoyed reading your blog. I love how described how it felt outside and what it looked like. The only thing is I would have added more detail in the beginning about what game you were playing.
Comment Posted on September 14, 2011 at 05:31 PM by
RW7That was great. i liked the dialogue in the story.
Comment Posted on September 13, 2011 at 05:35 PM by
SS7I love how you describe the temperature of the water and the outside. This was very fun to read! Maybe you should not put you and your friend's names in it.... Tons of people read this. Definitely not the last names! you did not do that, that is good. This was really interesting. Please do more stuff like this!
Comment Posted on September 13, 2011 at 11:53 AM by
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