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Supraventricular tachycardia, a rapid heartbeat that develops when the normal electrical impulses of the heart are disrupted. This condition is also known as SVT and it affects thousands of people. It’s also very common for teens to experience SVT, yet the way I discover this condition may have been different from others. Before, I had never heard of this condition until my sophomore year of high school, however I experienced SVT since I was in middle school. I never knew anything was wrong and I lived my life normally without a care in the world.
September 2012, it was the beginning of my second year swimming for Wawasee High School. It was a Saturday practice, which meant that it was going to be an easier one. I remember feeling the funny
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feeling in my chest that would flutter for a few minutes and disappear. I thought to myself, it’s probably just because I’m swimming and working hard, yet the longer it stayed the more I questioned my theory. In the middle of practice the feeling had yet to cease, so I called the assistant coach over to my lane, “ Hey Cheryl, I’m not feeling too well, my heart rate has been acting funny all practice.” With a sarcastic look Cheryl looked to me and knowingly replied, “Caitlin, you're swimming. You’re heart rate is going to be up. This set isn’t hard compared to last night, you're fine.” She spoke truth in that, this was the easiest set we have had all week, so I replied with a smile, slipped my googles back over my eyes and slid back into the water ready to finish the rest of the set. By the end of set following into the cool down, the uneasy feeling in my stomach was still there and my heart rate was still up, even when I knew it should have eased by then. I didn’t think twice about it, I talked to the coaches, chatted with my teammates and headed in to the locker room to change. Reaching for the cliff bar I stored in my bag for after practice protein, I tore it open and took a nice bite. The taste of that cliff bar felt electric, since it was an early morning practice I had yet to eat my breakfast and after any practice my stomach churned for something to fill it up. Chewing the glorious piece of food in my mouth I began to change into my clothes for the weather outside that awaited me. Every chew I took became slower and it became hard to swallow for some reason. The faster my heart raced, the more harder it became to breathe normally. A fellow teammate turned to me, “Caitlin, you're looking really pale all of a sudden, are you okay?” I had no words, I couldn’t speak, my throat felt as if someone had tightened a collar around it and was pulling me away in a different direction. As the whole locker room quieted, all eyes turned to me in complete shock. I could see terrified eyes behind every girl on in that room. My captain looked to me and said, “It’s gonna be okay, I’ll get Julie. Julie, the amazing head coach of WHS, she was a certified EMT at the time and the thought of her aiding to my assist eased my heart… at least I thought.The EMT’s arrived and assisted me into a gurney. They checked my heart rate as we headed in to the ambulance, and at that time it was 240 bpm, 260 bpm is a heart attack for a 60 year old man. In the ambulance I was given a drug that stops and restarts my heart, it’s called Adenonsine. After this experience, I was schedule to have a surgery that would cure my heart condition in January 2013, so I had my surgery and my journey of recovery followed.
The time between September and January, I had to learn to push myself when I felt scared. For a few months, anytime I would go to practice I would try and complete the assigned practice but I always backed out when things got too tough. One day my hesitations of pushing myself became obvious to my coach so she pulled me aside and gave my a great lecture that influenced how I view my life today. I wish I could have recorded her talk with me, but the gist of our talk left me the greatest lesson of my life. When I am faced with trial and turmoil in my life, there are choices left for me to take. I either have to choose to fight, fit, or to fade. To fight, I have to push myself further than my own limitations. I have to look past my mind’s limit and succeed further than I thought ever possible. To fit, is choosing to stay in comfort, never changing, or to play it safe. To fade, is to give up on trying, forget motivation and to just curl into a ball of self pity and fade away. I choose to fight, I fought through my fear of working hard and pushing my heart rate higher than I felt comfortable. I continue choosing to fight everyday, I challenge myself from being comfortable. I chose my life to be lived this way because I decided that living comfortably would not give me growth or fading away would not give me life. I choose my life to be this way not because I had the will power to do so, but because I had the love and encouragement and great people around me. I was not alone during this hard time in my life, I had friends, coaches, family and God to give me guidance. Not a day goes by that I don’t look back at this time in my life with a smile. I am only thankful for everything that happened to me then and grateful for everything that followed after that time. My plan is to continue to fight and live my life
as it should be lived.
The way I can use his example to inspire me is by doing things even though my first thoughts are “no” or “don’t”. I need to step up my game. Although doing physical training outside of work isn’t something I do often nor is it something I’m completely afraid of I need to step it up. I want to hang with the big boys and by that I mean lift what my body build should be able to life. I am afraid of lifting something to heavy or with the wrong form. To show my personal courage I need to face my fear with just education. Some of the medics wouldn’t mind putting me under their wing and helping me with my form and I would be able to improve in that area of physical training.
Success is not given, it is earned. Waking up for a 5am skating practice is nobody’s ideal Wednesday morning, especially for a hormonal teenager like myself. However, satisfaction of landing a new jump or learning a new spin does not come from letting our ‘wants’ buyout our dreams. “By the time we’d finished, we were amazed at how much the book had taught us: about ourselves.” I don’t always succeed, nor do I always expect to. Throughout all the morning practices and late night workouts, failure is something I have learned from. I remember giving up on myself countless times after falling on a jump or not turning my edges properly, as if I had ‘writer's-block,’ feeling completely numb. Nevertheless, succeeding was the easy part, it was learning to grow into the 6 year old singing, confident, child again, and defeating the numbness. I have learned, along the way, people are going to try to undercut your success or take credit for your hard work. However, it is the end product that matters. It will be I who knows how to complete a program, or I who knows how to work hard. Staying focused as the athlete I am, not letting people side track me, builds the confidence to know ‘I finished the
I have been swimming year-round on a club team since the age of six and when I was younger improving came relatively easily. However, around age 13, I hit a training plateau despite having the same work ethic and focus that I had previously had. I grew to despise swimming and at points I wanted to quit. However, unlike Junior, I had role models and mentors who were positive influences on me and who helped me to overcome this challenge. Primarily, I had several of my best friends on the team who convinced me to keep persevering and to not simply quit the sport that I loved so much just because I was no longer dropping time. For example, every day I watch my close friends Lizanne and Cate come to practice and give it their all, regardless of the numerous injuries and medical issues that plagued their swimming career; their positive outlook and dedication motivated me to try even harder than I had before. Moreover, I had by parents, something that Junior did not have; my parents were always there to support me after yet another disappointing meet reminding me that “you get five minutes for a win and five minutes for a lost”. My parents where my voice of reason as I tried to work through my issues; they were always there to encourage me, but also were very honest with me
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The most meaningful and challenging experiences in my life have been through sports and the 4-H club. They have instilled the values of perseverance, confidence, and teamwork within me. I feel that my peers and others could learn valuable life lessons through participating in these organizations. They are not just clubs, but a guiding light for life. For example in sports I have had the opportunity to play on both losing and winning teams. This has given me a different perspective of looking at things. I now realize that even if you fail or lose that is no reason to give up, you still have to get right back up. Just realize your mistakes and errors. Then come back the next time, mentally and physically, ready to meet the challenge. To often in life youth and adults alike fail at something and automatically think that they cannot do it, and give up. Instead of just pushing themselves to run another lap, lift another set, study for another hour, or learn another theorem. Imagine a world if the early American settlers had given in to the British, if the North had given in to the South after the first loss of the civil war, or if Michael Jordan had given up after being cut from the team in high school. People just need to learn to have perseverance and believe in themselves. 4-H has been a series of stepping-stones for me. When I first started out at age four I was shy and afraid to do things that I had not done before, but now I have blossomed into a confident and outgoing young man. I no longer fear getting up in front of large groups and speaking because of the experiences I've had in public speaking events. In addition, 4-H has given me the chance to develop myself as a leader. Over the years I have held various leadership positions on the club, county, and district levels. Also, 4-H has given me the chance to go into the community and help people by leading youth in workshops, assisting the handicap and elderly, and also learn from what others have to teach. In both of these organizations I learned the need for teamwork. For example last year my football team went 0-11 and the main reason because of that was we were not a team.
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