Joining the Summer Swim Team

This summer I joined the neighborhood swim team for the first time. Our coach is strict but funny, and she makes us do ten laps before breakfast.

At first my arms ached every afternoon. I thought about quitting on day three. My mom just handed me a banana and said to try one more day.

By our first meet, I finished the backstroke race in second place! Coach hugged me and said my technique was the most improved all month.