Swimming Manawatu opens

My hands clutch the grippy surface of the white blocks,

Take your marks…

My heart starts going at one million miles per hour,

Boop!

Quickly I dive into the ice  cold water. I do four butterfly kicks by pushing my belly to the bottom of the pool and my butt to to the surface. It propels me just about two or three metres past the flags which is five metres out from the wall. As soon as I come up I pace myself  for the frantic fifty metre sprint. My arms are going like windmills and my legs are doing powerfully freestyle kicks and making tall white fountains of foam.  My lungs burn as I swim but I “just keep swimming” ( Dory’s quote he he he) The only thing I think about is beating my pb (personal best) which is forty- two seconds. Out of the corner of my eye I can see other swimmers swimming faces red with determined expressions on. Suddenly i spy the a black line. That must mean I have one more metre to go! I slam into the wall and stand up while ripping my cap and goggles off. About a second later I hear two whistles which is the sign that I have to get out of the pool because another race is about to start. I go up to three timekeepers who are clutching clipboards and comparing times. “Time?” I ask. “37.43” they reply.                   

Later that day at the prize giving I hear the announcer call two other names for my event. Eventually he has called one person for bronze, the other for silver, who was getting gold? Suddenly the loud speaker went: Tom Brown from dannevirke swimming club. I went up stepped onto the podium and leaned down so an old guy could put a medal around my neck.

                                       The End