Linking up with The Gypsy Mama and her meme
Five Minute Friday
On your mark, Get set… GO:
Coach Mu said 100, ONE HUNDRED! I turned away, fear rose in me, tears filled my eyes. No way, could I do a whole 100. Impossible. I didn’t even know how many times down and back the pool that was.
I hid in the locker room crying. Not even sure when my event was. Not knowing how this think I loved to do every summer could make me so terrified!
I dry my face and go find Mu.
“How long is 100?”
“Can I dive from the edge?”
“Do I have to do flipturns?”
We practice every day for two hours. Why was this so scary?
4 times: down, back, down, back.
My turn was up. I find my lane.
The MIDDLE lane… What?! That’s supposed to be for the fast swimmers. The gun goes off, the water is cold. I manage to not loose my goggles. I make it to the other end. No flip. I stop and rest. I wasn’t even tired. Just terrified I still had to swim 3 more lengths.
I don’t remember much of the rest of the race. I don’t know what place I finished. But I know I finished and survived, despite my original thoughts. It was still many many more years before I ever could admit that I liked to race more than practice.
Eleven years later I stand on the starting blocks, that aren’t so high anymore. In a natatorium much larger, many more spectators. A different emotion fills me this time. The sheer terror is gone. I’m not crying.
Wow. I thought I might be able to get more of my story out in 5 minutes. I may have to continue this another day. Thanks Lisa-Jo! This is such a fun post to write!