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Everybody has a moment when you are proud of an accomplishment or moment. At first, on the way to that moment or accopmlishment, everything seems to go in slow motion or in fast foward. It varies from person to person. Mine is a mixture of both. It starts off in slow motion then as time passes by, each minute seems to go by faster and faster.

That's what was exactly happening to me as i waited, dreaded, the moment that was about to happen. Let's start at the beginning. It all started when our coach told us our events. When she told me my events, my heart dropped. I had one of the most dreaded events, the 500 freestyle. The 500 freestyle consisted of 20 consecutive laps without any rests. I never thought the moment i got assigned to the 500 freestyle would ever happen, especially with championships just around the corner. But me, being so lucky, was of course chosen. I tried to get out of that event but everything I suggested to coach was denied. I was just going to have to suck it up and deal with it.

All the swimming events before mine seemed to pass in a blur, just like in a movie when the main actor watches everything around them going in fast foward. My heart was bound to break from the speed it was beating. As I got ready behind the block, putting on my cap and goggles, I felt as if I just knew I was bound to stop halfway through the 500 freestyle. Luckily I had teammates beside me who encouraged me and told me that I would be able to do it. Of course, at the time I did not believe them.

It was my turn, my event, the event I was so afraid of. I felt queasy in my stomach as the speakers instructed me and the other swimmers to mount the block and then to take our mark. Next thing I knew the whistle blew, telling us to dive in. I dove into the pool, the cool relief of water rushing over me. Everything seemed to be happening in milla-seconds. After a few laps I found a rythem but by half way, everything was so slow it was excrutinating. Watching the other swimmers in the other lanes overlaping me two times. My lungs burned for air. I was tired, and already felt defeated. The only that kept me going was my teammates at the other end of the pool cheering me on. Everytime I got a breath of air I could hear them cheering for me. It finally came down to the last set of 50 freestyle, two laps, then it would all be over. I looked to the other lanes and saw that two other people were left. I forced all of my energy, which was not very much, into those last laps to beat one of the girls next to me who I was almost neck to neck with. I couldn't believe it when I finished. I made it through the 500 freestyle. Who cares if I was second to last? Not me, just finishing was more then i expected. That moment had to be once of my proudest moments ever.