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Saturday, 10 November 2012

The Time Trial



For English we had to write a piece from our own perspective than from another perspective who is in your piece! Here is my work, hope you enjoy it!

The Time Trials!
In the busy neighborhood there was a square brick building. A boring building it was, brick after brick after brick. But the Inside the square brick building was another world. It had a white barrier in the middle, splitting the fifty meter pool into two twenty five meter pools. The sun shining through the tall windows making the clear, light blue water sparkle like diamonds. The sun made the stuffy hot pool so bright there was no need for lights. The ceiling was endlessly high. With the long blue, red and white lane ropes pulled tight, the pool was empty, waiting for the races to begin.
I am wearing my black speedo knee-length racing suit with my dirty blond hair in a bun, I started jumping up and down on the spot trying to warm myself up I look around at the people I am racing against, to my left is Jackie Douglas, she is wearing her black-knee length racing suit, her shiny blond hair pulled into a bun. Her deep blue eyes staring into the pool. Jackie is one of the fastest distance swimmer I know. I turn and look straight ahead and put my oversized black speedo goggles on.I start stretching preparing for the long race ahead of me. The whistle blows, I move towards the old white starting block.

After hearing the buzzer, I dove into the cool water of the pool thinking that I had to go as hard as I could from start, I had to hold my pace throughout the entire race. Pulling and kicking fast, trying to get ahead. Listening to the beat of my kick as I go into the wall. Spinning as fast I can, I push off hard and dolphin as far as I can, until I almost run out air. I hear the splashing of the water as I breathe. I try not to look at the people around me. Focusing on the bottom of the pool. It’s me against against the clock.

In my race is a fifteen year old boy. My dad told me to keep up with him throughout the entire race! At the beginning I thought that was going to be impossible. But during the race I occasionally turned my head as I breathed looking at him to see how far ahead of me he was. He looked like a giant in the water making bubbles fly as he pulled incredibly fast, his long legs kicking making the water white with bubbles which made it hard to see. I kick harder not wanting him to get too far ahead so I wouldn’t be able to catch him. Further into the race I noticed he was slowing down and I was catching up.

At around the third or fourth hundred mark I passed him, not slowing down afraid I would lose my pace I decide my new goal was to stay ahead of him for the rest of the race! When turning my head to breath I saw my coach telling me to speed up. Looking at the bottom of the pool to take my mind off the pain I notice the patterns of the tiles on the bottom of the pool, white, blue, white, blue, and as you reach the end of the lap a light blue “T” is formed. I pushed and pushed moving my arms and legs faster as the race progressed, my arms and legs aching the faster I went. My goggles fogging up the further I went, making it harder to see.

Through the fog in my goggles I could see my dad, tall, broad with black-grey hair he was wearing a thin tee shirt, shorts, his sunglasses on his head and his brown sandles, he had his hands clenched to his ipad which was timing my race. His arms were signaling for me to move my arms faster. He was taking long strides walking my pace following me, his low voice screaming “GO.” His face was filled with excitement and anxiousness. I tried to concentrate on my breathing. My face felt like it was burning as it does when you try hard after exercise. When I turned from the wall to look at my coach, I saw she had a big smile and thumbs up. I knew I had made it. I finished first in my race.

This was an amazing moment, my coach was hard to impress and I had finally done it.  Her midnight black silky hair was pulled tight into a ponytail. She was wearing all black, running shoes and had very professional glasses on and looked like a giant standing next to all of the little kids on the side of the pool. Smiling like crazy she put two thumbs up in the air. She was proud of me. This is the moment that reminds me why I do swimming. To make other people proud of me and to feel proud about myself. All of the hard trainings and meets had finally paid off. Happiness swelled through my body. I did it, She did it, we both had reached our goals, hers to turn me into a distance swimmer, mine to make the 1500 meter time so I could participate in the Canadian Nationals. I got out of the pool and all of my family and friends and were telling me good job! My dad was ecstatic. He was so happy, I swear his smile reached his ears. When you put all your effort into your training and races it pays of and you get good results, what you put into it, is what you get out.

OTHER POV

In busy neighborhood there was a square brick building. A boring building it was, brick after brick after brick. But the inside of the square brick building was another world. It had a white barrier in the middle, spitting the fifty meter pool into two twenty five meter pools. The sun shining through the tall windows making the clear, light blue water sparkle like diamonds. The sun made the stuffy hot pool so bright there was no need for lights.The ceiling was endlessly high. With the long blue, red and white lane ropes pulled tight, the pool was empty, waiting for the races to begin.

Warm up is over and the races are about to begin I feel a rush of excitement and adrenaline, India is swimming her 1500 today. She must make a certain time to be able to swim in the Canadian National Championship. India and I have talked through her strategy over and over again. I fully believe that she will make the time. The pool is crowded as it usually is when there is a time trial. The tiled floor is wet and slippery. I make sure to catch India’s eye before the whistle is blown! I make the motion kick fast with my fingers, she rolls her eyes, but quickly before I lose her attention I mouth the words “Good luck! You can do this!” she smiles in return, before getting back to warming up for the race. The whistle is blown and all the swimmers make there way to the starting blocks for a long race ahead of them.

The buzzer goes off and the swimmers dive in the water. I can tell right from when India popped up from her underwater kicks she was trying to get ahead, she was pulling and kicking at a relatively good rate.When she went into the wall there was no slowing down she just flipped perfectly going into her few dolphin kicks. She took one stroke, then breathed before she got back into her rhythm.

There is a boy in India’s heat who is very fast. I told India to keep up with him during the race, I know that if she did keeps up with him and eventually pass him she would be on track to make her time. When India flipped into the wall and breathed in my direction I put my thumbs up. We had decided that if she was on track that I would put my thumbs up when she breathed in my direction, if she was not on track a thumbs down and a whole lot of encouragement would be signaled.

Close to the halfway mark India passes the boy in her heat and was well ahead of everybody else. She has a steady rhythm, her arms moving fast with a decent kick. I could tell she was trying not to slow down, she wants to win. I look across the pool at Sabrina, India’s swimming coach. She is the best swimming coach India will ever have. She turned India into a distance swimmer. I watch as her long black thick hair sways as she motions for India to move faster. She is wearing all black as usual. I look back down at my ipad checking if India is on track, with no surprise she is ahead of where she need to be.

When the race is coming to an end I am running up and down the sides at India’s pace cheering her on. I am hyperventilating by her last 200 meters. I know that India will make the time, but I just want her to finish. She is increasing her speed each fifty. I can tell she wants it.
Within the last 100 meters she is exhausted. I see some of the other swimmer catching up. I go crazy with the arms and leg signals, trying to motivate her.

She is kicking her legs faster than ever on the last 50 meters and within the last 25 meters she takes one last breath and does an olympic finish to the wall. She brings her head up and takes her cap off. She looks like a tomato her face so red. She looks over at Sabrina where Sabrina but two thumbs up signaling to India that she made. I was sad at this moment but happy at the same time. I wanted to be the one to to break the news to her, but I couldn’t be sad when she turned to me with a big smile on her face I could see the happiness in her deep blue eyes.

When she is out of the pool she runs straight to Sabrina for her splits and advice for next time. When Sabrina is done, she gives India a big high five. She runs towards us with a big smile on her face. I grab her in for a hug and whisper in her ear “Great job I knew you could do it”. 
By India

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