Swim team.

I like the feeling of basically killing myself to catch up to the ones who are faster than me. I like the feeling of almost bursting into tears because I just can't make it. I like the feeling of pushing myself harder and harder, tearing away all the stress and madness as I struggle through each stroke, sprinting.... sprinting.... finally getting to the end, a good deed done, the weight lifted off my shoulders. I feel the strength. I feel my pulse. I feel my lungs, ready to explode. I feel the burn, the fire, the heat escaping through my skin, flushing my face with a bright red. I can feel the determination to win. You wouldn't even imagine.