Personal Narrative: The Art Of Quitting
Four a.m. Eyes are hazy. My cap and goggles hang loosely in my hands. Walking up to the board, my thoughts lingered, “Why?” Summer had just begun and what better way to celebrate the break than morning practice. The thought of quitting came as quickly as it went away, because I knew it was going to be worth it in the end.
Although swim season was four months away, as Captain, I felt obligated to lead by example, even when nobody is watching. To give my teammates my all would not have been enough without changing my mindset–to continue to push when the going gets tough. Through our team’s deep bond, I knew that my efforts would motivate others to do the same. Our collective understanding of “swimmer’s problems” pushed us to continue to improve
Although swim season was four months away, as Captain, I felt obligated to lead by example, even when nobody is watching. To give my teammates my all would not have been enough without changing my mindset–to continue to push when the going gets tough. Through our team’s deep bond, I knew that my efforts would motivate others to do the same. Our collective understanding of “swimmer’s problems” pushed us to continue to improve