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cool treadings by drew duckett Lockport township high school Illinois

 

There must be something wrong with me.

I hear the alarm. Why am I waking up? It’s too dark to see. The alarm is on the radio setting, but all the sounds blur together. Without opening my eyes, I swing my arm over and hit the off button.

The numbers on the screen are bright blue, and I’m still trying to figure out what is going on. Finally, it registers in my mind. It’s five-thirty in the morning. It’s Saturday and I’m awake. There must be something wrong with me.

Going downstairs, I see that the sun is still sleeping, and I envy it. After a healthy breakfast of Pop Tarts, I get in my car and head to the school. I see one other car on the road. I know they are thinking the same thing I am, nothing. It’s too early to think, my body just drives.

There is one light on at the school. It’s always on, just taunting me. One Saturday night I drove by the school while trying to make my midnight curfew. The light was still on even though there were no cars in the parking lot. There are slightly more cars there now, maybe two or three.

 

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When it is this early, I’m always a little cold, not because it’s cold outside, but just because I’m tired. The school is dimly lit and eerily quiet. I walk toward the school, hoping the door is locked. It’s not. I walk to the locker room, again hoping it is not open. It is. The locker room is always quiet in the morning except for the occasional slamming of a locker door. After getting changed, I walk out on deck. It’s five fifty-eight, two minutes early.

After I do a quick stretch, Lew announces we have over unders today. Almost everyone groans. The ones who don’t, have no idea what’s going on because they’re still half asleep.

We put on our goggles as the timer gets set to forty seconds. I dive in at the beep. The water is cold and does its best to wake me up. It does a pretty good job. My group has unders first. We swim across the pool underwater, taking no breaths as the group from the other side of the pool swims above us. Time slows down when I’m underwater.

 I find myself thinking about completely random information. As I kick today, I find myself thinking again. There must be something wrong with me. Why do I put myself through this?

Before I can find an answer, I’m at the opposite end of the pool getting out. When the beep sounds at forty, we all dive in again. Overs on the way back. Sometimes we call them butterflies, or Larrys. There is not much time to think now because my body is constantly thrashing about while trying to escape from the Kraken. Larrys would probably be easier if I knew how to do them properly. At the other side, I get out and do ten pushups before the timer beeps again. There is always a hope in the back of my head that we will do less today even though there is no good reason to decrease the amount. Today is no different, ten overs and ten unders. I’m already tired when Lew pulls out the chairs.

Treading chairs means more time to think. Today I think I would like to personally thank whoever thought of treading water while holding a chair above his head. And of course by thank, I mean hold under the water for a very long time. I don’t necessarily want to drown him, just hold him under long enough so he begins to wonder if I’m really going to do it. While underwater, he’ll have time to realize how much pain he has caused.

After drills for about an hour, it’s time to scrimmage. It’s at this time, every Saturday morning, that I realize the answer to my question of why I am here and the disproval of my presumption that there must be something wrong with me.

I don’t care about the over unders or the chairs, but I do them because it’s one of the only ways I get a chance to experience pure happiness. Sunlight now shines through the windows, and I’m treading in the water, with friends, playing a challenging but fun game. And this realization will satisfy me until next Saturday at five thirty in the morning, when my mind will need to be refreshed.

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