Stroke Monologue
Be aggressive out of your dive, think of every stroke as a reach toward to the wall, don’t pull yourself high on your turns, keep foot flexed and knees together for the kick…
My inner monologue continues as I run every detail of my race through my head. Adrenaline pumps through my body, following the beat of the music pulsing in my ears. I had prepared for this moment all season… Scratch that, I didn’t even think I’d get here. I was just waiting and watching, dreading every second the clock brought. The music lulled me into a distant world and the noise of spectators cheering slowed.
Faces drift by as I walk towards the seeding area, my zombie like pose moving with the crowd. My mother hides behind her lens near the pool and my father …show more content…
I lower my head for the start and then…. Eeeeert!!!! The buzzer sounds and I throw myself into the water. Four laps, it's only four laps, I tell myself. I see the girl next to me pull ahead and I throw myself into every stroke. Lunge, lunge, lunge….the rhythmic motion propels me forward. The girl is still ahead and I terrified I will let my coach down. I hear the familiar screaming of my friends and coach with each stroke “GO... GO... GO... GO…”
I feel my legs tighten and the familiar ache enters my body. I push through it, terrified for the results. I see the wall, one second, two seconds…. CRASH! I attempt to look at the board but it is obscured my waiting swimmers, coaches and officials. My coaches are screaming and holding up four fingers. I can’t believe it, I dropped four seconds. I beat out the girl on the opposite side of the pool by 0.10 seconds. I pull myself from the pool, my hands shaking and my knees weak and run to my friends as I get hugged, slapped on the back. I felt my dreams and hopes swell at the moment. If I could drop this much time and place 5th in the district, then the next meet I could try and make States. I could…. I could… I could
My inner monologue continues as I run every detail of my race through my head. Adrenaline pumps through my body, following the beat of the music pulsing in my ears. I had prepared for this moment all season… Scratch that, I didn’t even think I’d get here. I was just waiting and watching, dreading every second the clock brought. The music lulled me into a distant world and the noise of spectators cheering slowed.
Faces drift by as I walk towards the seeding area, my zombie like pose moving with the crowd. My mother hides behind her lens near the pool and my father …show more content…
I lower my head for the start and then…. Eeeeert!!!! The buzzer sounds and I throw myself into the water. Four laps, it's only four laps, I tell myself. I see the girl next to me pull ahead and I throw myself into every stroke. Lunge, lunge, lunge….the rhythmic motion propels me forward. The girl is still ahead and I terrified I will let my coach down. I hear the familiar screaming of my friends and coach with each stroke “GO... GO... GO... GO…”
I feel my legs tighten and the familiar ache enters my body. I push through it, terrified for the results. I see the wall, one second, two seconds…. CRASH! I attempt to look at the board but it is obscured my waiting swimmers, coaches and officials. My coaches are screaming and holding up four fingers. I can’t believe it, I dropped four seconds. I beat out the girl on the opposite side of the pool by 0.10 seconds. I pull myself from the pool, my hands shaking and my knees weak and run to my friends as I get hugged, slapped on the back. I felt my dreams and hopes swell at the moment. If I could drop this much time and place 5th in the district, then the next meet I could try and make States. I could…. I could… I could