I used to swim six sessions a week, each lasting two hours, under the guidance of my club team coaches. I swam simply because I loved it, and when I worked on improving my times, it was always for myself. My times were really improving, and I was constantly competing with myself—but back then, I didn’t give swimming the weight it seems to hold for me now. Swimming was my passion, my escape, and my challenge.
It’s been a year since I stepped away, for reasons I prefer to keep private. Watching my teammates achieve incredible results has filled me with admiration—and reignited a spark of determination and competitiveness inside me. Still, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve missed my chance to reach the same level, especially since I won’t be able to return for at least five more months.
I’m 17, and my love for swimming hasn’t faded. Thank you for reading this, and I apologize for the long message.
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