I’d counted. I’d counted 35 times a minute. 35 times hitting the water then resubmerging only to be rapidly plummeted in again. I could barley breath; sometimes I couldn’t take a breath at all. We had been doing the same thing for one hundred meters. Not even half way and I could feel my body starting to cover in pain. Every stroke got heavier, harder to pull and even more rushed then the last. I wanted to loosen my feet from their entrapment and jump out into the murky green water.
My head pounded with emotions running through my mind. People say you can only feel pain in one place at a time but I could prove them wrong. I needed to scream as I felt my muscles almost tear when I pushed harder on my stretches, I had no spare energy to waste. My body was alert that I needed air. The last four strokes my breath had paused, I’d
Our strokes formed a rhythmic pattern. It fell into place and the four started to move in symmetric speed up the slide and through the water. Our vessel picked up velocity and the distance between the other crafts increased. We passed on our panic to our competitors. I passed on the pain to them as well. Every stoke they pulled, I would pull harder, we would pull harder. The pain that we felt, they would feel it more. When we wanted to scream, they would scream for us and we would pull away even more.
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