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“Take your mark.” said one of the announcers.
“BEEP!” the buzzer goes off. We were off like cheetahs after prey into the water. All the thoughts that are coming to my mind as a swim through the crystal blue water are, what will happen to me if I don’t take enough breaths and pass out? What will happen if I miss the wall and end up getting disqualified? What if I choke on water and get last, what if I get last? As were swimming everytime that I took a breath, I can hear the crowd cheering as loud as lions.
As soon as I touched the wall I can hear my family and my friends yelling,
“Go Alex, you’re in first GO!” as soon as I heard it, the only thing I focused on, was me, my stokes and the wall. The crowd was cheering as loud as the Olympic stadium

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