something new may not be the most thrilling thing ever. Sports are one of the things in life that I enjoy and take pleasure in doing and swimming was one of them. When I was really young, I would see my dad swim in the Persian Gulf and I envied him because I didn’t know how to swim. I wanted to learn swimming, but when it was time to actually swim, it wasn’t as simple as I expected.
After school finished and it was summer, my parents signed me up for swimming lessons. My eagerness blew through the roof and when the time came to start the lesson, my friends and I loaded up the bus to go to the pool. We arrived at this massive peach colored building in the shape of a pentagon and went inside. It was all blue inside, the walls, the pool, everything. You’d look to your left and see 2 medium sized diver boards and one extremely tall one. We went straight to the locker rooms to change. Our mentor instructed us to leap into the pool and right then my confidence began to shake down. “Going into the water is a terrible idea”, I told myself. Seeing my peers, half of them wore blue shorts and the others wore red. As they jumped into this colossal blue pool my anxiety increased because of how deep and vast it was.
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My coach didn't notice me, so I went to the shallowest part of the pool, which was close to the locker rooms.
The urge to swim disappeared as a result of how fearful I was. Sitting on the edge of the pool and doing nothing and at long last the lesson ended. I was truly happy that I didn't have to deal with this. Thinking about not swimming anymore, I exited the building and went home. My mother asked how swimming was and I told her that I didn't swim. She asked me for what reason and I just couldn't answer her. She let me know that I must not be frightened of water because it’s simply water. She believed in me and I couldn’t let her
down. The next day my friends and I proceeded back to the pool and I pondered to myself that I would not escape from this fear anymore. So we went back to the enormous blue pool and we started practicing the breaststrokes. We were advised to grab on the edge of the pool and we commenced practice by kicking the water. It was really difficult because of how tiring it was. Every time we would practice, I would stop right after like a minute because of the stress on my legs. It took more than 3 lessons of kicking and stopping and kicking and stopping to finally get the technique right and move on to arm strokes. Every time I would go home I would feel like I couldn’t walk because of the pain in my legs. Nevertheless, now I have to concentrate on my arms and legs. It was grueling, my mind said continue while my body wanted to stop. When I finally got the hang of it, I was flying. I’d swim from one side of the pool to the other, take a break and then do it once more. It was a very pleasurable feeling, the feeling of setting a goal and then achieving what you set out to do. Now that I have vanquished one of the things that made my confidence collapse, nothing can quiver it down once more. Overcoming a challenge is tremendous and now I’m not so troubled about coming across new things anymore.
I approach the rugged mountain, shielding my body from the nasty frost nipping at my exposed skin. The sun ever so lightly peeks over the horizon as I strap on my skis, lightly dusted with a thin layer of fresh snow. Although my body shivers unceasingly, I feel comforted by the surges of adrenaline pumping through my body. I skate briskly toward the ski lift to secure my place as the first person in line. On the slippery leather seats of the lift my mind races, contemplating the many combinations of runs I can chain together before I reach the bottom of the hill. I arrive at the peak of the mountain and begin building up speed. Floating on the soft snow, weaving through the trees and soaring over rocks, I feel as if I am flying. The rush of adrenaline excites me. I feed on it. I thrive on it. I am ski; I live for speed; I am an evolving technique and I hold a firm edge.
Just last weekend the June water was cold enough that my muscles tensed up so much that I had to stop swimming. Also even though I’m on the swim team… well I ain’t the best let’s just put it that way. I was really bugging out about the swim. I forgot to talk to my mom so I took out the phone and dialed the number. Told her about all the people who already failed and how now the competition is smaller. And told her how nervous I was about the swim, she told me you need to get past that mental block and I promise you’ll be fine. Well at that time the last person came in from the row, and now that means it is almost time for the swim. “Alright! Here’s the deal!” Lt. Wagner explained, “You run down to that lifeguard stand and into the water, swim out to the flag, come back to that stand, and run back here.” My heart is racing already. I’m not even in the water yet. Denis comes over and says “You’re not getting last, ‘cause that place is mine.” Summer chimed in trying to raise my spirits, “I won’t be that far ahead of him so you bound to not get last or second to
In Nicaragua, we used to have a class trip at the end of the school year. When I was 12 years old, the teachers decided to go to a wonderful beach, San Juan del Sur. A lot of tourists go there for surfing. It was an amazing trip. My classmates and I decided to go deep into the ocean. Catch the waves, that shouldn't be an issue if you know how to swim, which I didn't. Needless to say, I got caught by a second wave I didn't see coming, and I started to drown. I remember the darkness, despair, and hopelessness of sinking. Amazingly seconds felt like minutes. Thankfully someone came and pulled me out. Unfortunately, that has not been the only time that I
Swimming, more than any other sports, involves a lot of technicalities and strategies. Expert swimmers, having their way through the waters for years now, are aware of the difficulty level of swimming. In fact, swimming is one sport that is as much fun as it is challenging. It is not without reason that many people, in spite of being willing to learn swimming, give up because of certain problems. And one such problem, which is serious enough to make people scared, is breathing. Yes, breathing is difficult when you are in the waters because your head and face remains immersed in the water and you get only a few seconds to pop up your head in the middle of the swim and breathe. The situation gets worse when you commit some common mistakes and end up swallowing water. On the contrary, if you
I remember plunging into the water, the sounds and colors of the world growing mute and subdued. I remember it being calm and peaceful underwater until my body seemed to remember that I needed to breathe; with this reminder, I began to panic at the burning sensation in my lungs. I kicked wildly without any sort of coordination, propelling myself to the surface only to be submerged once more when I grew tired. I remember crying for my dad and everyone in the pool staring at me as I made a commotion. In the end, my dad had to carry me back to the shallow end, where I promptly got out of the water and refused to get back in.
Over the span of the sixteen years which I have been alive , I have managed to accomplish many things. From taking my first steps as a baby to learning how to drive today. Yet, one of my greatest accomplishments would have to be learning how to swim. When I was eight years old my father decided to put me into swimming lessons. He believed that swimming would be advantageous towards my health and act as a fun sport that I could partake in. At the time, I thought this was a horrible idea because I had a huge fear of swimming as I wasn’t a very adventurous person. Though, by taking swimming classes I learnt to overcome my fear, I realized swimming wasn’t as scary as I thought, infact it turned out be quite fun and easy. In addition to overcoming
The room started spinning, the walls closed in, and my vision went fuzzy. I saw stars everywhere I looked. My palms tingled. My fingers went numb. I felt as if my throat was closing up, and that I couldn’t breathe. If I had to sit in class one moment longer, I was sure I was going to pass out. I was having a panic attack. The first time I had a panic attack, was the beginning of freshman year after my dad had lost his job for the fourteenth time.
There was a club nearby and I thought it would be a fun thing to try over the summer. I had had no experience whatsoever playing the sport, but I was a strong swimmer, so I thought it couldn’t be
That made him even more determined to swim. Before you can get in the pool, I told him, we will go over the basics about swimming. Telling him how to a stroke your arms,and putting his fingers together, so the water will not go through them was a great help.. If your fingers are tightened into a scoop then you will have more push. I also explained to him that he had to kick his feet while he swam. If he didn’t kick his feet, he would have to depend on his arms, and they will surely give out quick. The last thing I told him before he got in was that he had to breathe while he was swimming. In between stroking his arms, I explained to him, you will have to breath when your face doesn’t have water on it. This will be the key thing for you to swim. After he told me he understood all the basics about swimming, I told him to stand on the edge of the deep end of the pool. He then asked me why he had to stand there. As he was saying those words I quickly shoved him in. That was the tricky move that I had up my sleeve. I know it could have been dangerous, but I had lifeguard lessons just in case I needed them. At first he flailed his arms and was panicking for his life. I screamed, “ Don’t panic! Just swim! Either you swim or you drown because I am not jumping in to save you.” As I screamed these words, he suddenly started to swim to the shallow end. He was actually swimming! I knew that if I just threw him in he would eventually start to realize that he could swim all this
Swimming is one of the few sports that can start at a very young age and can continue to do well into there 60s. When learning how to swim at a young age, it can look very overwhelming but as for every sport, the more practices the child gets the better they will become. Learning how to swim is a long process and it’s even longer on when teaching a child how to swim. Children at a young age are very afraid to get into water and even more afraid to get there head wet. Children fully don’t understand that swimming in a swimming pool is closely related to taking a shower.
Throughout my childhood, I lived with many difficult struggles that not many children experience such as my parents divorce and growing up unsure if there was going to be food on the table each night. During these struggles, I found peace and control through swimming. Swimming has always played a large part in my life and has taught me many vital lessons. For me, swimming has been my safe haven, where I have learned how to depend on myself and how to follow through on my commitments. Through swimming, I have learned I must be self-reliant; I cannot expect my coach, teammates, or family to get in the water and swim for me.
This past summer, I spent a couple hours a day at my local YMCA teaching children from the ages of 3-5 how to swim. I taught them how to get used to the water and use their arms to float and to swim. Although some children did not advance to the next level, it was a joy to see how these children began to become more comfortable with the
At the early age of 9, I began swimming as a way of exercise. While I did this initially to meet new friends and have fun, I continued to swim because I not just enjoyed the feeling of water, but also the opportunity that came with it.
Therefore, I dove into the water and swam hard. While under water you cannot really hear very well, but when I swam that lap, the entire place was cheering me on to finish my race. That feeling made me want to swim harder, faster. It took me from wanting to quit swimming to wanting to get better at it.