I stand by the block, I’m ready to race.
Thinking, what could I do to pick up the pace.
My heart’s beating fast, I’m ready to go.
I shake my body and wait for the whistle to blow.

I’m now on the block, ready to dive.
I feel right at home, like a bee in its hive.
There is an eerie silence while we wait for the beep
Adrenaline rushes through me, as I dive into the deep.

It’s my favourite race, 800 free.
I wonder if I’ll get, below 11:03?
I fly through the water, fast as a fish,
I imagine this is the olympics, that’s my biggest wish.

I need to pace myself, so my muscles don’t tire.
There’s no one ahead of me, my stroke is on fire.
We’re on the final length, I now need to sprint.
I pull my arms faster and my legs get the hint.

Can’t breathe in the red zone, I want a personal best,
I reach for the wall, I can finally rest.
I look up at the screen to see my time,
I’m absolutely ecstatic, I got 10.49