You bring out the swimmer in me.
The chlorine filled pools.
The floating red and white lane lines on top of the water.
The dives and jumps we make off the edge of the pool.
Into the cold sometimes heated warm water with steam rising up during cold nights.
The daily practice of strokes and drills.
Repeating itself again and again day by day.
You bring out the racer in me.
The competitive spirit that hates to lose.
The quick start of a race when you dive off the block.
Curving your body into a beautiful arc in the air.
Right before you cut through the water like a fish in the sea.
Then swimming soundlessly beneath the surface until you need air.
And until you do, your stroke starts and then ends when you reach the wall.
Do a flip and push off the wall.
Until you were where you started once again.
The race soon ends and your time is known.
1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, or 6th.
You’ll soon know your place.
When the race is done.