Breath. All I have to do is breath. But I can’t. I’m trying to recount every last thing I’ve ever been taught. I try to remember every last training session; the hours, the lonely nights, the pushing through of the pain barrier in the pool. All for this one moment, this one opportunity; to show them that it was all worth it, I am somebody. I look up at the stands. They’re all watching. Expecting. Yarning for something special. I look back at the other swimmers. Tall, learn, better trained than me. Oh god his gun is raising. It’s show time.