I stand on the starting block.
My whole body seems to lock.
I watch the water as I wait for the whistle
that means to get ready for what I find unblissful.
My goggles are ready and my cap is on tight
I hug onto the board like the board is my life.
With everyone watching me racing alone
I close my eyes and wait to dive into the cold water below.
With a deap breathe, I pludge into the water
the cold takes me aback but I push on even harder.
I swim knowing that my chances of winning weren't likely
but I know someday I will become better and get to say "finally."
I finish the race and see I got last
yet my teamates didn't make fun of me, they cheered for me and laughed.
I may have been embaressed to have lost once again
but I know that no matter my race, my team mates will always be my friend.