My heat was up. I'd been through this process so many times before. The whistle tweeted four times, short and sharp.
Yeah I know it's probably different but I don't count them when I step up.
I took a beep breath and flexed my strong shoulders.
"Take your marks..."
Pull up.
A very loud blare.
As pushed off the wall, all that mattered was getting a good time and getting in the top eight. Swimming fast. I felt all the nerves leave me as I began pumping my arms as fast as I could. Breath. I felt the water splashing in my face. I flipped and turned on the wall, shoving off and fly kicking under water. As I broke the surface I kept my pace, waiting for the next wall. I flipped and shoved off again. When I broke the surface I upped my tempo, spinning my arms faster. I saw the girl in the lane next to me gaining. I was build for 100s though. I flipped for the last time and gave it all I had. I spun my arms faster and faster. My hand hit the wall with a splash. I ripped off my goggles and looked at the results. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Lane 3 - 1 - Heart Rowen - 50.26
I was in first
I'd set a new record for the 100 meter backstroke
I was going to the finals.
I was on top
That was good
But also bad
I was starting out on top
Meaning I had everything to loose if I screwed this up.