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Aidan
“Can I train with the varsity swimmers today?” The day after meeting the swim coach, this was the question that I asked him. To most, asking such a blunt question would seem absurd, but in the mind of a freshman who was determined to improve, this was the perfectly logical response after concluding that the JV practices were not going to be challenging enough. I did not ask to, nor expect to, race as a varsity swimmer right away, but I knew from my heart that I needed to give myself the opportunity to succeed. Regardless of my intentions, though, I certainly made a name for myself: determined.
Maybe this comes from my true name. Aidan: The Fiery One. Fire, the symbol for dedication, definitely seems to fit. Faced with challenges, I often use the spark inside of me to overcome and conquer obstacles. This spark is not extinguished by water but is rather nurtured and aided as I plunge into the pristine pool each day after school.
“Today you will be doing repeat 100-yard freestyles until failure.”
Upon hearing these words, all but a few of the swimmers unleashed a collective groan. Instead, I saw the opportunity to improve my endurance.
I then asked, “How far do you think I can make it into the set?”
Coach Kevin pondered my query for a few moments before responding. “I think you can last until the end!”
I set myself to this task and decided that I was not going to let sore muscles stop me from achieving my goal, especially if my coach thought I could succeed. forty minutes into the hour-long set, my fellow teammates began to drop. First, they put on fins after missing one 100; then, after missing yet another, they got out of the pool to cheer and encourage those of us that remained.
As the interval descended, I refused to give in to the lead weights that my arms had become and the fire that my legs felt. I was barely aware as the number of 100s remaining ticked down to three. Then it was two. And finally, there was only one remaining. I held on and refused to give in… and 55 seconds later, I had successfully persevered through the dreaded repeat 100s!
It is times like these that I feel how perfectly my name fits my fiery sense of determination.

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