the poet and the swimmer

Samantha recently tried to move up to the next group (The Silver Squad) on her swim team. She didn't make it - she had to be able to complete a series of trials, one of which was 10 100 yard free style swims on the 1:45. (It takes me over 2 minutes to do 1). She made 8/10, so was close, but not quite there.

She has really struggled with acceptance, but shared with me a poem she wrote about the experience. I love this girl. She has more heart and drive than anyone I can think of.

Silver Tryouts - Samantha (age 11)

I slice through the water

My face getting hot

I really want to quit

But I know I must not

My arms feel numb

My legs start to ache

I glance at the clock

I want a break

I get a burst of speed

but not for long

I feel weak

I know that I"m strong

I've got to pull through

I can't give up now

I know I can do this

I know I know how

My whole body is throbbing

My heart's beating fast

My lungs want some air

How will I last

As I arrive

I look at my coach

His expression is solemn

He starts to approach

He told me the truth

I did not make it

I was very close

Just missed by a bit

I wanted to cry

but I kept my cool

There were more chances I told myself

As I climbed out of the pool