On Saturday night, it was a night I was nervous about, and pumped about. It was the night of the 1650. The night of the living 1650 I tell you!!!! Hehe I just wanted to make it sound spooky. Anyways, I was the third heat, right after the boys. I went up to the blocks and got ready when they were on lap 45. It was my time to shine! The starter blew his whistle and we stepped up on the blocks. Then, he started the race. It was 66 laps and my dad would look at my splits and tell me if I needed to pick it up or keep it where I was. When I finished I was out of breath but I looked at the clock right away. I dropped 2 minutes! My final time was 21 minutes and 36 seconds. Just to tell ya, I didn't have 23 minutes 36 seconds to start out with, I had like 23 minutes and something seconds. Just making that clear because some people like to get smart with me.... Anyway, the mile is a really hard race. You have to have endurance, or you DIE. And I mean like DIE in the race, like just swim horrible. It's 66 laps in a 25 yard pool, and that equals a mile. I sometimes hate it, if I am really tired, but when I'm done I know I accomplished something lots of swimmers can't do. Other times I love swimming it, because I'm not tired at all, but really really pumped for it. That's all I have to say for the mile, other than I LOVE SWIMMING IT!
Long distance girl,
Splash
4 comments:
good job!
make a new blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
alright! thanks!
you smell bad
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