The Journey

I feel a tear trickle down my left cheek as I approach the stadium, the stadium where the Olympic games are being held. Finally after all these years I have managed to arrive at the Olympics. Not as a spectator, no, but as an athlete. Getting this far wasn't easy, but when I say, "I am going to be a champion I am going to the champion."

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Five years ago, I was a dedicated swimmer. I swam at least four hours a day and that was only the warm up, but something horrific happened as time passed by. I became egoistic, lazy and my commitment decreased. Then to make matters worse, I stopped following my usual healthy diet; I ate whatever, whenever. I grew fat. My weight tripled in one month and by the time I was prepared to swim again, I couldn't. Other than the reason that I looked hideous in a swimming costume, I was also embarrassed. I stopped swimming altogether. I took up different activities to occupy my mind but nothing was ever the same, nothing was like swimming.
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Previously swimming to me had been life. Every time I touched the water, my heartbeat would race, and as I slowly glided through the water, I felt as though I was floating through air. I had been very passionate about my swimming that I decided to give up my studies just to focus on my passion, I had never regretted making that choice, until I rebelled and grew fat. My father saw my sadness, in fact he saw right through me. He then wisely asked, " Do you want to be a spectator, or do you want to ...

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