Splash! Go Sophia, Go!

“Take your marks.”

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Splash!“Go Sophia go！ Qualify for WOSA.” (Western Ontario Swimming Association)

The cheering lingers in my head, although it took place more than a month ago in the March break, where I took part in the Guelph Invitational. At the end of the event, I achieved two of my goals: a WOSA qualification as well as a bronze medal. I was also chosen as the swimmer of the meet. Surprised as I was, I felt excited and proud.

I recalled my first year of training. As a beginner in the swimming pool, I was forced into the water almost every time. At the age of seven, I hated the freezing freezing water, the tedious practice, and the stern coach. I can’t remember how many tears I shed; how many times the coach scolded me, and how many times I wanted to give up. Then I saw myself at the age of eight when one day I found myself being the only one in the team who could meet the coach’s requirements for the drills. I suddenly like felt swimming was not as torturous as I had imagined, and I did have the potential. Miraculously, from that day on, I fell in love with swimming. I enjoyed it when the water smashed against my face as I dived into the pool. I am fond of the smoothness and speed when I did the breaststroke kick. I appreciated the coach’s smile whenever I did a perfect flip turn.

Now that I have been swimming for more than three years, it is the sport for me. What I have achieved is far more than some medals or titles. It taught me to never give up, always try my best and not to be a sore winner or loser. I owe many thanks to the seven-year-old little girl, the encouraging mom of mine and the strict but kind coach. Swimming has made me a healthier and happier person. I will keep on swimming to be faster and stronger both in the pool and in my life.