It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t smooth. It felt like a constant effort to hold everything together — kicks, strokes, breathing — and the synchronization just didn’t flow. But I did it. I reached the other side. On my own.
Even with the struggle, that one lap means everything. Because I’m not just trying anymore — I’m doing it. And I believe I’ll get better by doing it my way, through practice, persistence, and patience.
