As the last race concludes, she shifts her weight back and forth in anticipation. The shrill of a whistle pierces her concentration as she’s splashed with water from the previous contender exiting the pool. She hears the call to marks, and ascends her block. Atop her mantle, she looks to each of her competitors; little are they aware of what is to come. Her gaze turns out across the water. A sigh escapes her and she shivers, the last of her nerves twitching away and confidence steeling over. With the call to set she coils her body and stills. She is pure potential energy in perfect poise, awaiting the electronic buzzer to sound and call forth her power. There it is! She’s off.

With grace, she dives beneath the surface, emitting but a gentle ripple among the chaotic splash of her opponents. With strong, rhythmic kicks she propels diagonally through the water, embracing the surface as she breaks and takes her first breath of what will prove a short race. Arm over arm she goes, churning the water behind her, fanning her legs in short strokes. Her body forms a slit along the pool as she cuts her way towards the far side. Sounds are distant echoes, awash in the ebb and flow of her head as she twists side to side. She glimpses the approaching wall and prepares her turn. With a quick tuck and twist, she’s heading home.