As I stand on the starting block,
Waiting for the whistle to be blown
I am focused on only my goal, my destination.
That 50 metre swim;
To the end and back.
I am feeling tense.
I hear the word "ready" being called out
And grab onto the front of the block with both hands,
Not too tightly,
Not too loosely.
My feet are side by side on the front of the block.
My toes touch the palms of my hands.
I begin to sweat a nervous sweat.
I know that whistle blow is coming
Any second now.
All that is in my mind
Is waiting for the sounding of the whistle
And the dive.
I am prepared for that long, shallow dive.
The one that lets me either win or lose the race.
The more I think, the more pressure I feel.
I clear my mind of negativity,
Fill my mind with positive thoughts.
Not mainly of winning
Just of making it back
The fastest I can.
Then the whistle blows
And I am immersed in water.