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iving up my week and weekend nights for swim practice was something I was used to by the time I started high school. Swimming, was my calling, and with that came many sacrifices. Practices were everyday, Monday through Friday and sometimes on Saturdays, and consisted of countless sets of sprinting, kicking and pulling. The only thing that kept us stable during practice was counting down the time on the clock, “Just thirty more minutes, and I can relax for another twenty hours.” From there I would go home in time to shower and finish homework. Finishing what I needed to do before midnight was considered luck. The cycle repeated itself as I would get up the next day and do it again. However, there are many other aspects to this sport besides
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
With winter closing in Thomas Jefferson can expect winter sports to be rushing in. With another new coach and a fresh year, many things are expected for this year’s swimming season; let’s dive in!
Swimming is an activity that’s been around for a long time. Some of its first forms have been in ancient caves that have illustrations of people swimming. Some others include in the Greek epic poems “The Illiad” and “The Odyssey.” During the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, swimming began to be a structured activity and later on in history became a popular sport. In 1896, it was a portion of the Olympics in Athens, Greece and it continues to be part of the summer Olympics. Currently, swimming is the second most popular exercise in the United States with millions of people partaking in it.
I walked towards the gym red nosed and puffy eyed. My tears had finally subsided, but they would return. I accepted that once I left Oakland Gymnastics that day, I would never return. I knew in my mind that this day would come, but I hadn’t expected it to be so soon. I wanted to move on and try new things, but the thought of leaving the place I spent the last 12 years of my life made my heart shatter. However, I finally made the decision that I was going to quit club gymnastics, but continue on as a high school gymnast.
I have been competitively swimming for twelve years now. I started swim lessons at six months and as a kindergartener my mother signed me up for my local team because “It was the only sport that tired me out enough to keep me good in school.” Neither of parents had swam in high school, my mother was a runner and my father was a hockey player. Even though their reasoning might have been a lot different from that of many other athletes, I am forever grateful for that decision.
Imagine that it’s the closest swim meet of the season, and your team is losing by a mere two points. You know that your race could pull your team ahead, but you’re starting to doubt yourself. As the starting signal goes off, you dive in and hear your team explode into cheers. This gives you a boost of confidence and you pull ahead, slamming into the finish and out touching your opponents. With a smile on your face, you proudly turn to your teammates who are all screaming and jumping around. Joining a summer swim team ensures a summer filled with fun, and being with a community of supportive and happy people every day. Swim practice is also an amazing workout with serious health benefits, and can even help lower the risk of heart disease. Many people may be afraid of the commitment of practices and meets, but in reality, practices are not mandatory and are actually very fun, and meets are optional.
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
The final days of my senior year are quickly passing by, which means my high school athletics are also coming to a close. Four years of practice, competition, and offseason work will all finally be over. Over these four years, parents and fans alike can see the progressive change in not only me, but my teammates as well. We walked onto the field as boys, and we will soon be walking off the field as men. Sports play a special role in countless people’s lives, but especially mine. Sports have helped make me into the young man I am today.
Imagine diving into a refreshing, cool pool, rushing with adrenaline, and racing your heart out to beat the older girl or boy next to you. You come up off of the second wall with the best turn in your life. Next, You try your absolute hardest without taking a single breath. Then, you hit the wall like it is a punching bag, only to look up and see that you broke your record by three seconds! You hop out of the pool and are congratulated by our great friends and coach, knowing for a fact that you will never forget this experience. I have had this fantastic experience before, which is why swimming is my natural high.
It was a foggy early morning. As I jogged around the high school track, I was thinking of how hard it would be playing on a high school soccer team. It was my first year in high school, and I had been confident of making the Varsity team.
Practice started and everything went downhill from there. With no surprise, I struggled with everything. From flips to turns, from backstrokes to freestyle, I couldn't even swim. I was that one kid who would always go last and would always finish last on the team. At this point, I began to question and doubt myself. It's no use to even join swim. I'll never get any better, so why even try?
Freshman year would start off with me being in the class and afraid to be out. My parents had alway said that if "you like just girls, we know something bad happened to you", luckily they changed their mind when I came out in March of 2013 as gay. This would not be the last time I would have to come out, but coming out the first time would start my leadership in the LGBTQIA+ community.
My family is from Plainfield, New Jersey. During the summer we would frequent the public pools in our community. For as long as I could remember I have always loved the water. As a child, I would often jump in the water with no resistance or fear, and would have to be rescued by a family member. These near drowning experiences never place fear into my heart because I would immediately return to the water. In middle school, I decided to join the swim team. After all the years I spent jumping in the pool with no inhibitions, I had never learned how to swim. I spent a good portion of the swim season learning the basics: breathing under water, breathing techniques, kicking and proper stroking. By mid season my coaches were confident enough in my swimming abilities for me to swim in the 25 meter races. And by this time I recognized swimming lack it’s original zing, as an organized sport. By ninth grade I
The pool quickly became my second home, and has been ever since. From the time when I was five, there hasn’t been many days that I was not in or within a close proximity of a chlorine-infused pool. I started my swimming career as a summer team swimmer at the Hasbrouck Heights Swim Club, after many torturous swim lessons at my local YMCA. After my first year on the summer team, my coach had spoken to my mom about wanting me join a local club swim team. At first, my mom was very hesitant, as she was a swimmer herself and knew exactly what she would be getting both of us into. Even knowing that she would need to wake up at the crack of dawn to drive me to practice, spend countless of hours a day in a pool, and watch me race for as little as twenty-one seconds, she signed me
I leveraged every possible knowledge of wisdom available on the internet and books to understand the right technique of Breaststroke. But without practice, gained knowledge is of no use, so I started practicing 2 hours every day to rectify my problem and improve my stroke. I had to keep my grades intact because my parents never allowed me to falter at school, and also overcome my battle against my swimming nightmare. It took me a while to be fully confident, but I never lost the hope of getting better and kept practicing until I was ready to show my skills to my