A TRUE SWIMMING STORY! it happened this weekend.

Splash! I dove into the ice cold water the second I heard the "Go" horn make that low beep kind of sound. It was a 100 Freestyle and I was Kicking as hard as I could. A tight streamline, a strong kick. I knew I wasn't the last person in the race. About a minuet had elapsed and I was on my last 50 in the hundred. Huffing and puffing in my mind,(Because it isn't that easy to do underwater.) I took my last breathe before my flipturn. WHOOSH! I dove under the water in a weak streamline. I came up as fast as I could. I took a long breathe. I forgot to keep my air in after the flipturn! I was as out of breathe more than I could ever explain. I proceeded to go on with a stroke that probably put me behind a few places. I took another breathe and saw the flags out of the corner of my eye. I swam as fast as I ever did. SPLASH! I hit the wall! I've done it! I've finished my first 100! I turned to see what my time was. A 1.39! And I got 3rd place! I smiled o the inside. I hopped out of the pool and grabbed my towel. As I rapped it around me, I huffed and puffed. This time, it was out loud!