Yes I am actully a swimmer this is kinda based off mine a few other people experience I will put thier intials so they get credit for their deeds in this sport.
T.K, M.L, K.C, G.F, T.Y and W.O

ok here is the story.
500 Freestyle
I sighed and felt the sun’s rays on my back; I knew I was most likely going to get burned but I was too drained to get up. Even a few hours after my last race I was still exhausted…I knew doing a 200 backstroke was a mistake. I could hear swimmers chatter and I could smell the chlorine that wafted up my nose.

I groaned when I felt a foot nudge me. I rolled onto my back and sighed.

“Back up…” I cracked an eyelid, “Gerbil I swear what do you want?”

“The heat and lanes are up for the 500 freestyle…I still can’t believe you’re doing a 500…that’s 20 laps straight!” I stared at her, blinking trying to comprehend what she was
saying.

“According to Aaron Jon, Tuffy and Rob I have the stamina and skill to be a distance swimmer…otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this.” I rolled back over onto my stomach closing my
eyes.

“Yea yea…come on…” she rolled me onto my back and pulled me up, “Sophia come on!”

“Gerbil…” I said with a groan trying to push her away.

“Stop calling me that!” she cried grabbing my hands and hauling me to my feet.

“Yea whatever-” I yawned I stood up stretching out my shoulders. We walked over to the sheet that was taped up that would show what heat and lane you were in.

“Heat 1 lane 7,”I muttered to myself, “Why is it I always get that lane?”

“It's your lucky number!”

“…Wow…” I sighed, “Come on I gotta talk to Aaron Jon and Tuffy.”

“Yeah huh…let’s go…” she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the coaches table. I could see the trade mark shocking white hair that belonged to our coach, Tuffy.

“Tuffster!” I called; I leaned over my coach’s chair and saw on the table my first time that made a B time in my meet in bright neon green sharpie written in a child’s messy handwriting.

“Hey Sophia! You ready?” said our old weathered coach, the lines around his face creasing as he smiled at me his twinkling eyes narrowed from the sun glare.

“No…I’m still tired from my 200 Back.”

“Well you sprinted the entire thing. Why you would sprint 8 laps is beyond me, but you did and it was a dumb move.” said Aaron Jon not looking from the race in front of us. He jotted down a few notes on what to tell our swimmers when they got out of the water. I shivered I knew I was going to be one of them in a few ticks of the clock.

“I know that was stupid but my time was good!” I argued.

“Well now you’re exhausted…but this time pace yourself!” he warned he suddenly jumped up as he screamed unintelligible words to encourage one of our swimmers. To me it sounded like caveman talk.

“I know that!”

“This isn’t some 50 or 100 freestyle that you can sprint don’t you know why we think you can do better than two or four laps. You will have to pace yourself…you have good stamina and I want to see how you would do. This is a 500!” I tuned out after he began to repeat himself. I blinked the sun my eyes. All I heard him say was ‘yada yada yada…’

“Look, Aaron! I know ok! I’ll pace myself and everything! Now I’m heading over to my lane to wait.” I turned on my heel and left my coach to shout some more of our swimmers.I stood by the chairs. I smiled at swimmers from other teams telling them that they did well. It was common courtesy at meets. I heard the last whistle for the last heat before my race. I pulled off my sweats and rolled back my shoulders. I asked one of the other girls from the other team to help ‘cap’ me. She happily obliged as long as I’d do the same for her. I pulled on my goggles over my forehead tightening them as much as I could.

I heard the swimmers get out of the water…I was next.

I gave my name to the timer and stood by the block. The whistle called for us to get on the block. I clapped my hands together along with a few other swimmers…we did it to get rid of pre-swim jitters. I pulled my goggle over my eyes tightening them more and tucking the stings into my cap. I rolled back my shoulders and I could hear some of my friends calling out my
name and cheering for me. I smiled and breathed in and out trying to calm down. I heard the tell-tale whistle and the familiar ‘Take your mark’ from one of the timers…I heard the buzzer and I was gone. I tried to pace myself but it was all a blur.

I just remember going at my usual medium pace and slowly speeding up…and slowing down then speeding up and slowing down. I did my flip turns but I could feel myself tiring and the muscle I had pulled the day before was beginning to ache again. I stopped doing my flip turns and my breath
became shallower and more frequent. I could hear my barely audible coach’s screams at me, all I could hear was the pounding blood in my head and the rushing water splashing and gurgling
from my violent kicking and arm movements.

At the edge of my vision I could see swimmers I had lapped early on beginning to speed up. I pushed and went nearly an entire 50 meters without breathing. I could feel my chest and lungs on fire my leg beginning to burn. My arms pulled me through almost the entire race like a
super charged windmill. I saw each number count go by; 12, 14, 16, 18 finally when that number I started sprinting.

I did the entire last 50, 2 laps, without breathing once doing my last flip turn perfectly. I grabbed the wall at the end and leaned on it breathing hard. I saw one girl finishing up and I knew I wasn’t the last. I looked to the score board and saw my time… 5:30…it took my five minutes and thirty seconds on the dot to finish the entire swim…those were the longest five minutes and thirty seconds of my life.

I got out of the pool my leg wobbling from exhaustion. I shook hands with the other swimmers in my heat and congratulated them on their times and how well they did. I dragged myself over to my coaches table where I promptly took Aarons seat.

“How…was…that?” I managed to gasp, clutching my calf with one hand and looking up at my coaches through my wet curtain of my dark hair.

“You tried and did well for your very first 500 freestyle. You did well kid.” Aaron then grabbed his char and tipped me out of it. I laughed and took my usual seat under the table. I watched the rest of the swims. I smiled when I saw the last race of the day; I knew that in the next meet to come I was going to do better than I did before.