This morning is the start of one of the biggest swim meets of the year, the West Virginia High School State Championships in Morgantown, WV. As I gather my clothes and leave the hotel, a blast of cold February air hits me. Walking to the car in the crisp white snow makes my toes freeze. The car warms us up immediately as we head to the natatorium. Throughout the trip I think about my competition and winning the state championships four years in a row. We met up with the rest of the team as we huddled together on the pool deck. In a few moments I will be swimming for my team to win the most important meet of the season. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essay Warm up is about to start so my parka comes off making the hairs on my arms stand up since it was cold. My clothes are quickly stuffed into the bag while I grab my cap and glasses. Having not worn my GWHS beanie in two months, I had to take my time opening it since the latex had been stuck together for so long. I wrapped the cap around my head and strapped on the goggles. I slip into the pool and embrace the even colder water. Since I have to go in feet first, the cold water flows from my toes to the top of my head. I push myself off the wall and start swimming freestyle. With each pull you feel the resistance of the water on your forearm trying to push it back to where it was before. While still swimming, I catch up with the person in front of me seeing the bubbles and splashes of white water he is making with his feet. Once I'm done warming up, I get out of the pool and climb onto the block to start diving. Leaning slowly with one foot forward as I wrap my fingers around the shiny red plinth, I wait for the officer to sound the buzzer. I stand up from the block with my foot in front of me and launch myself into the pool. My arms, in a streamlined position near my ears and above my head, enter the water first, breaking the surface. Running to the other end, I jump out and walk across the slick, wet floors to sit and wait for the first event. The 100 meter butterfly is the starting event. I take my hat and my foggy glasses and approach the block. Watching the girl in front of me swim against the wall, I start jumping and dancing to loosen up my muscles before the race. I eagerly climb onto the block and get into position. Diving in, I immediately feel the cold, chlorinated water engulfing my body. My body emerges from the surface of the water and I begin to swim as fast as I can. Throughout my 100 Butterfly I feel my shoulders rotate so they can bring my arms out of the water and then pull them behind my body. As I run towards the finish line, my arms reach out to hit the timer. I pull myself together and look at the blaring red clock showing our times. Red flashes before my eyes where it reads "1:03.94"; my best time so far. As I congratulate the swimmers next to me, I struggle to get out of the pool. I try to catch my breath because I'm panting like a dog from the heat. I am greeted by my coach and closest friends who face me with hugs. I look around and see parents cheering in the crowd and younger swimmers marveling at us older kids. To them we look like Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps or Katie Ledecky. Remember: this is just an example. Get a custom paper from our expert writers now. Get a custom essay As I go to pack my bags and put on.