The most unbelievable event occurred in my life just a
couple of weeks ago, when I was a part of the number one relay in Delaware, and
in St. Mark’s history. My relay
consisted of Sean Baker, Bryan Pannacione, his brother Connor Pannacione, and
me. In that relay I was the anchor and
the pressure was on. Our main competition
was Sallies and Charter, who had previously beaten us, not only in the regular
season, but in prelims a couple days before as well. We entered in on Saturday seeded at fourth,
but luckily we had a lane right next to Charter. The relay was the second event of the meet
and the first event seemed like an eternity.
Finally, the official blew the whistle that indicted Bryan to get in the
water. He got the relay off to a great
start gaining a superb lead over everyone, he later went on to win his
individual in the backstroke and missed the state record by two tenths of a
second. Sean Baker was next and he flew off
the block, unfortunately for him he was racing against the fastest breastroker
in the state, and but he maintained the lead.
Baker finished strong and Connor had a great start, at this time I was
stepping up on the block and my knees would not stop knocking. Connor came in tied with Charter and Sallies
hot on our trail when I dove in. As soon
as I hit the water all I was thinking to myself was DO NOT BREATHE. After I
flipped and burst off the wall, I saw out of my peripherals that I had gained a minuscule lead, and after that I just began to kick like I never had
before. I finished my last 10 meters and
slammed into the wall, not knowing the result of the race. As soon as I finished my head whipped over to
the scoreboard and, I could hear everyone cheering and I looked at St. Marks
with the number one spot as all of my teammates were jumping up and down, going
insane.
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