MAKING IT
By
Louis Stevens
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Making It
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.
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MAKING IT
Drew was finding it difficult to concentrate. He knew the moment he hit the water, life would be bearable again. Everything made more sense off-land than it did on solid ground - life always did. He could still hear the crowd going wild, but it wasn’t right. They didn’t cheer for him. He could hear the quiet through the loud cheers. He knew that within the roaring crowd hid a few occupied chairs, people who didn’t get up and cheer with the rest of the crowd, sitting quietly, motionless, as his dreams were shed to tethers.
Before he allowed his mind to drift back to that day, he ran the short way to the edge of the pool and made the jump. All the bad memories faded as water soon engulfed his being. He was home. Pushing his lungs to the limit, he stayed under for as long as his burning lungs would allow him. He forced his head to the surface out of pure need for oxygen. Drew made a satisfying gasp for fresh air before noticing his ASCA coach standing at the edge of the pool. Coach’s arms were crossed across his swimmer-chest as usual, the omniscient scowl of disapproval peering at him from behind his black shades.
“Got that out of your system today?” said James.
Drew ignored him and dipped his head backwards, letting the water run through his hair again before making his way over to his coach. He took the swimming cap and goggles from James, trying not to notice the thin trunks stretched over his coach’s bulky thighs. He instead, expertly put on the gear before shooting back into the pool.
“You know me, I’m always happiest inside the pool.”
“Get it out of your system, we have work to do,” James said.
His coach’s all-business approach was one of the things he appreciated most of him, most of the time. Sometimes, though, like today, it got on his nerves, and not in a good way.
“Did you do your drylands?”
“Did you get out of bed this morning?”
“Well, if you’re making quips already then you’re half way out of your funk.”
“Who said anything about a funk?” Drew said as started his usual warm up routine.
“Get on with it,” James said and blew his whistle a few seconds longer than usual, for extra emphasis it seemed.
Drew didn’t need to be told twice. He got to work on his warm up routine and got blissfully lost in the monotonous exercises he’d been doing for years and had been doing in his sleep for almost longer.
He was called out of his reverie by the shrill of his coach’s loud whistle and finished his lap before taking off the goggles and catching his breath.
“Once you’re done with the easy stuff, we can get started on the routine,” his coach said.
Drew had gotten caught up in his warm ups and knew he would probably have spent the entire practice session keeping to the easy stuff if he didn’t have his coach to drill him. But he still didn’t look forward to practicing his fly.
“Get on with it,” James said impatiently.
Drew shot back into the pool and started working on his butterfly stroke.
“I’m still not happy,” James said as Drew made his way to the showers.
Practice was finished for the day but his time with coach wasn’t done yet. It was time to rehash the day’s practice, work on pointers, strategize, emphasize his weak points and work on a way to improve, develop, advance and finally place on the team.
“You and I both,”
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