Throughout my childhood I
participated in triathlons hosted by the Mansfield Community Center. Like all triathlons, this one contained a
swimming portion. This was the first section
of the competition. Another kid, Bryce,
was very talented at swimming and I knew he would be my most threatening
competitor if I wanted to win the entire triathlon. The race was four lengths of the pool and I
was extremely nervous. When the gun went
off Bryce jumped out into the lead immediately, I was not far behind. The first length was down and Bryce only
opened up the gap between us a smidge.
Unfortunately for me, not being in the greatest swimming shape, I
cramped and Bryce left me in the dust.
He beat me by a tremendous amount of time (at least ten seconds) and I
knew I had to blow away the entire field of competitors of I wanted to
win. Fortunately I placed first in the
one mile run and bike ride.
During the award ceremony I was
still a little unsure whether or not I had secure my first place position. Everybody receives a bronze participation
medal except for the top 3 athletes.
After the last participation medal was handed out only Jonas, one of my
friends, Bryce, and I didn’t have one.
Bryce and I knew that Jonas was receiving the third place medal so we
waited to find out who would be crowned the champion.
“In second place!” the announcer shouted, “Jared
Taintor!” I was furious. I quickly stood up, claimed my prize and
medal, and sat back down.
Soon after that I learned that I
only lost to Bryce by less than a few points and I would have won if I didn't
cramp during the swimming. The swimming
aspect of the triathlon destroyed my dreams (only for that day though) of
claiming a first place medal.