The Cocky shark 2

     It's finally morning. I couldn't sleep well all night, lots of calculations in my mind lost of thinking about the competition and how well it's going to be, because from the day that I've met Maggy till today I'm putting down all my coaching experience to help her swim better, since I believe in her abilities. I had my coffee, watched some sport news till it's time to wake Maggy up so she gets ready for the final championship, 1oom freestyle.

     I went to her room and knocked on her door softly couple times but there is no answer. KNOCK-KNOCK! I wait impatiently, putting my hands in my pocket, staring at the door and saying “She'll get it now.” Still no answer, I panicked. The moment that you think of fifty possible things at the same time, you know; she's not hearing it, she ran away, still sleeping, didn't sleep in her room, etc...“Oh this girl” I said, and ran to the cafeteria to check her there.

     Luckily I see her sitting in the corner beside the window having her cup in both hands and staring out. I threw my self on the chair next to her and smack-dab I said “Big day today huh?” I scared the hell of her. She freaks out; almost spill her drink over, then gives me a faint look and says “Yeah”.
     I thought she will be all excited about today but she didn't say much. I could tell from her eyes that she didn't get enough sleep, I knew that she hung out with the other swimmers without even asking one question. I 'm so pissed off, I couldn't calm my self down. I told her with kind of aggressive voice that what she's doing is wrong, and she should be more responsible of her acts. I mean who does that before an important day like this! This girl is going to put my effort in trash, she never listens. I left her alone because I could yell at her face all day. I told her that warming up starts in one hour, I'll meet her there, and she better be ready for that.

     I took off to the pool right away so I can see the schedule and double check everything. I met with the lady responsible of the program, we had a small talk ;she is damn hot and smart too. I wish I got her number. Well, I somehow tried to “Nice talking to you hope to see you next year.”she answered with her soft calm sound. Anyways, everything is right and ready for Maggy.

I still have couple minutes before the event starts, so I compared the numbers again with the other competitors scores. My expectation is that she has a chance to be in first place, because she has a better time in trainings than the one she got in trails. All she has to do, is to put all what she got in this one.

I want to talk to Maggy again before the race, since I said many things that she gets bother off at breakfast. I'm sure she's annoyed and stressed about it. I understand that those competitions are great opportunity to meet with the other swimmers, I've been there too. Yet I couldn't stay silence, since I know exactly how it feels in the water when you don't get enough sleep, it's like you have an extra five pounds on each leg and arm.

     I see that she's ready now, she's all wormed up and doing stretches. I rush to her, start helping with some stretch moves and encouraging her. I know her ego wont let her to come and apologize from me for such an irresponsible behavior, so I act like everything is cool and all it matters now is to do the best of her best. They called her event, I said good luck to her tapping on her shoulder. Well, I did my job to get her here. Now it's her part to finish this show.

     I stand up idly by the crowd holding my papers with one hand, excited for the results and nervous, it's like I'm the one who's going to race. She stands up on the block, I shouted my last cheering words putting my hands on my mouth-to make it louder- “lets go girl” I'm sure she will recognize my voice. She starts first 25 m behind, there was four swimmers before her but she turns the second 50m with the first swimmer. “She's the first” I yelled and started jumping around, then they touch the finish wall. “Damn, third”and I threw my papers on the ground.

     This race should have been hers. She had better number in training for god sake! First place was going to open lots of opportunities to a higher swimming competitions. She lost It all as a result of her irresponsibility, irregular exercises, and pointless absence. She has the passion to swim but she needs extra concern for her goals, so she can get to better opportunities. I think now, after this disappointment she understands to be more thoughtful and responsible, however she's paying it off her success. Maybe next year she will be more prepared and yeah maybe I'll get that lady’s number too, who knows.