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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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
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.
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
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
The first practice was at 5 a.m. and the night before I couldn't sleep. My mind would keep wondering what would happen, was I supposed to be wearing my bathing suit, what were my teammates going to be like. When it came time to go to practice I was shaking the whole way. Soon after I learned that my fears should have not been focused on such silly things now. If anything swim really helped me face them head on. With so much change going with swim I got used to this fear. My family and friends were also a great succor. Even though they probably didn't know that it was helping me. I'm very grateful to my father supporting anything I wanted to
Have you ever had a moment in time that seems like minutes or hours even though it was only a few seconds? Have you ever seen everything before you play out in slow motion, where you are aware of everything around you, yet not knowing what was going on? I have, and as I look back on it, I feel very blessed and protected. On March 21, 1987, I decided to take a little swim in our swimming pool and almost drowned.
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
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
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.
On that hot, summer August day, my mothers came up with the idea that I was going to teach my little brother to swim. She must have been abducted by aliens to come up with that idea. The thought of me teaching my little brother to swim was alien enough to me. I rolled my eyes and sighed because I do not want to teach him how to swim. After picturing this disaster in my mind, I finally decided that this could be a challenge that
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
It was finally time to swim. I finally came up with a plan and decided to swim in the deep side of the pool even though I didn’t know how to swim. I knew it would work but I was also scared. As I walked to the swimming pool, everyone laughed at me again for wearing a speedo. I dived into the deep side of the pool and noticed everyone was staring at me in amazement. Then I swam up and hung onto the side of the pool. Everyone was shocked and puzzled. Even the girl I liked looked surprised.
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
We got into the pool, and the teacher had us put on brightly colored water wings to help us stay afloat. One of the other students, May, had already taken the beginning class once before, so she took a kickboard and went splashing off by herself. The other student, Jerry, and I were told to hold on to the side of the pool and shown how to kick for the breaststroke. One by one, the teacher had us hold on to a kickboard while she pulled it through the water and we kicked. Pretty soon Jerry was off doing this by himself, traveling at a fast clip across the short end of the pool.
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.