Race Day

Dead last, not even close to anyone. It just turns out that swimming is not my cup of tea. My friends and family said “Noah you did great you didn't come in last.” No disrespect mom, dad and everybody else but I got last. Out of about thirty swimmers last was my position. It all started at 6:00. I got up and was ready, swimsuit on and goggles applied. I was able to see the waves from our rooftop breakfast. The balloons and buoys were set up in the water. I was ready to win.

I had been checking the surf report for 24 hours. I would be ready for anything. After a great breakfast we watch Hanna O'Neil in the very first race of the day. After a long race Hanna ties for fourth place. She can swim better than I can, am I'm not trying being nice. As I make my way to the line, I find myself out of place. Half of these kids have six packs and small swimsuits. As for me I have a flabby belly and an over sized suit. The cold hard cement and the cold wind on my bare stomach. As I make my way down to the beach, with a terrible feeling in my stomach and a sore foot I was more unprepared than I thought. I jumped into the freezing water and swam off.

From the moment I hit the water I knew it would be a bad swim. The salt water gets in my mouth and eyes. The cold water underneath me is frightening. 29 swimmers speed in front of me, as I lag behind. I was just taking the swim slowly. As I SLOWLY make it to shore the seaweed and water get caught up in my swimsuit. Just hoping that I make it out alive I am swallowed by a huge wave. Tossing and turning every witch way I plant my feet in the sand. I walk out of the water with my hand in the air and dancing.

I did it as my medal says, “ Survivor”


Noah Reynolds