Whenever I ponder on my experience learning how to swim, I️ am reminded that persistence is essential in almost everything. My odd venture began when I almost drowned in the ocean. My near-death was because, even though I was already eight-years-old, I had yet learned how to swim. Thus, my mother insisted that I take swimming lessons. My experience learning how to swim has taught me to make a habit of seeing things through completely and being persistent in all endeavors.
And once I received the rest I needed, I kept on swimming, all the way to the qualifying meet. The qualifying meet that took place a few weeks before the championship meet was imperative to my journey. In... ... middle of paper ... ...he middle of the pool deck for hours, until I finally heard Koppi shout in joy, followed by Thomas. Opening my eyes, I looked with anxiety to the scoreboard and saw that we had indeed won the race, and had gone a 1:52.78, breaking the National Age Group record by .49 seconds. When my team and I had finally reached our Ithica, I expected to feel fulfilled, and ready for a rest.
Life skills that swimmers learn can include many things, but learning how to swim and take instructions remain the most important out of all of them. About ten years ago my family had taken a vacation. While we stayed at the hotel, we had jumped into the pool with my five-year-old cousin. We played for an hour or so and most of us had climbed out, but my older sister Savanna had just so happened to glance at the covered balcony to see people pointing back into the pool. She turned around and sure enough our little cousin had drifted off to where she slowly struggled to return to the surface of the water.
Coaches spend hours in specialized clinics, analyze the latest research on training technique, and experiment with workout schedules in an attempt to defeat time. Yet there are no shortcuts to winning, and workouts are agonizing. I took part in my first swimming race when I was ten years old. My parents, fearing injury, directed my athletic interests away from ice hockey and into the pool. Three weeks into my new swimming endeavor, I somehow persuaded my coach to let me enter the annual age group meet.
Just keep swimming: I started swimming competitively at the age of five. I started swimming for a summer league team call the Mission Valley Barracudas. Once I turned seven years old, I started swimming with the older kids, which were technically categorized as the faster kids. My coaches wanted me to swim with the older group, which consisted with junior high, and high school aged kids because swimming with my age group bracket was no longer challenging. Swimming was my favorite thing to do and still is.
1993, this was the very first year that the Worland High School Swimming and Diving Men’s program won state as a team. It all started when the pool was first built in the late 1970’s. This is where most of the young children learned how to swim and or became competitive swimmers in middle and high school. Creating basic building blocks for essential survival skill, this was a key essential for most children; from learning butterfly, breaststroke, backstroke, freestyle, elementary backstroke, side stroke to our floats. From our old dome, we have created a new home.
My junior year of high school was an eye opener for me. I was at practice, doing a warm up drill with the rest of my teammates. I was the last one to finish because defense was not my specialty, and my coach wanted to make it known to everyone that I had to perform my best. She hit ball, after ball, after ball at me. It felt longer and longer each time I had to dive to get each ball.
Four years ago during the summer before my first year of high school, I started volunteering as coach of a fourth grade cheer squad with three of my friends. We needed to teach twenty-eight girls a one-minute dance and a hello cheer before their first game. I went into that first practice very naive, believing the girls would listen and do as I say. That practice turned out to be a complete mess. The kids jumped all over me, would not pay attention for more than three motions, and repeatedly asked me random questions about the things I liked.
On February 8, 1990, Bethany Hamilton was born in Hanalei, Hawaii. Bethany Hamilton became hero to many persons in the world, but most notably physically handicapped people. She changed the surfing world and how people viewed physically handicapped people by not letting the loss of her arm stop her from surfing. Her parents say that she has saltwater in her veins and has been surfing since she was five years old. Because this of saltwater in her veins there was no way that she would let the loss of a limb stop her from getting back on the waves.
“Look for fun family places to go,” he told me I pulled my phone out and found a place called Blue Hole, it was a blue lake where we could go scuba diving and swim. Everyone was stoked to go swimming because it was so hot and us kids were super bored. My dad drove an hour or so to get to this lake, when we got there everyone was super nice and greeting to us. Hours later after left. We were finally ready to drive home.