Hi, guys! If you haven’t already noticed by the title, I decided to post something a little different than what I normally do. I’ve been doing a lot of writing in the past few months, and I figured it was a good idea to post some of it to get, so you’ll probably see a lot of posts in the near future that deal with a similar concept as the following writing snippet. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
It was a windy afternoon on the ocean; much chillier than I expected it to be. The wind whipped at my hair as I secured it into a tight ponytail. Sea spray splashed up on me, making a shiver go down my spine. I looked out at the ocean with a grin. The sea drew me to itself like a magnet, beckoning to me with its white-tipped fingertips. It was the day I had been looking forward to for months, and one I had no intention of forgetting anytime soon: the Boat To Beach Swim of 2015.
I reached down to grab my cap and goggles from the plastic bag I had brought on the boat, a huge grin still plastered on my face. It was a grin that I doubted would be going away anytime soon, even during the race itself. I was known for having such a huge love of ocean swimming that you could see me smiling every breath during the end of each race. The thought just made my smile widen even more.
As I reached up to cap myself with my new, barely-used silicone swim cap, I felt a harsh snap against my hands and forehead. An overwhelming sense of dread filled the pit of my stomach. This couldn’t possibly be happening. Not before an event I had been looking forward to for so long, not without an extra caps or friends and family to comfort me.
Another snap. Somehow, by some stroke of horrible luck, my goggles had broken as well. I felt my eyes fill with tears.
No, Paige, I told myself. Pull yourself together. Right now, right here. You can’t ruin an event you’ve been looking forward to for so long just because of a stupid cap and goggle mishap. You’ve had your goggles fall off plenty of times before in the pool, and what do you do? You just keep swimming. That’s it. Just keep swimming.
And so, with the help from that particular quote from Finding Nemo, I forced myself to jump into the ocean a mile out from shore wearing nothing but a swimsuit and a once-tight ponytail that now had stray locks sticking out every which way. I closed my eyes, feeling the harsh cold as the water enveloped me.
I opened my eyes and looked all around me. Looked at the stray tendrils of seagrass twined around my ankle. Just keep swimming. Looked around at the other swimmers, egg beating furiously to try and stay warm. Just keep swimming. Looked at the way the sun shone through the water, piercing the deep green tint of the ocean with a bright white light. Just keep swimming.
Underwater, I smiled.