Post by Ryanne B. Firth on Oct 21, 2010 23:11:45 GMT -5
The sound of lapping water echoed off the bleach white walls of the indoor pool at the Academy. Gutters of the edge of the competitive swimming pool gurgled with the intake of water and air combined. Suddenly, the sounds of the the snap of a diving board, followed by a splash of the water ricocheted from wall to wall. Ryanne, also known as Ms. or even Coach Firth, was taking some alone time to practice what she preached. It was far too often that coaches of sports asked their team members to do things that even they wouldn't or couldn't do. Ryanne on the other hand, loved what she taught, and therefore took whatever moment she could to practice the sport she grew up with, Diving.
She inhaled sharply as she bobbed to the surface after pushing off from the bottom of the pool. A smile was plastered across her face as she took a few simple strokes to the side of the pool. She loved the adrenaline rush of soaring straight up, letting her head tilt down, and her legs up, and reaching back towards the water. She had just nailed a perfect Reverse, in the straight position. She flicked her soaked locks back as she pulled herself out of the water, revealing her cut out one piece suit. Her legs were toned from the years of dedication to the sport, as well as her love for extreme activities such as rock climbing. She was an active individual, and therefore was blessed with an active body. Ryanne stood up beside the pool and tilted her head to the side, getting the water out of her ears. Her eyes glanced up at the clock, it was 9:30pm. Her divers had left an hour ago to return to their rooms and finish up any homework. So why was she still here? Well. There weren't many opportunities for her to practice her diving, so she had to take whatever chances she got.
Ryanne had been diving since she was six years old, and has loved it ever since. In elementary and middle school she was on her local club diving team and participated in various meets and championships. When she had been enrolled in Zeger, she competed as well. She had been the captain of the team her senior year and won various championships. Diving had been a defining part of her life, and was a way she could experience an adrenaline rush and participate in an extra-curricular activity. There was no way that the fact she was simply no longer in school was going to keep her from participating in the sport she loved.
Ryanne was standing at the far right end of the large natatorium, the end where the diving well was located. This part of the pool was conveniently over 17 feet deep so that using the 3 meter board would not be a health hazard. Funny enough, breaking her neck was not one of Ryanne's concerns, seeing that she had an interesting ability to heal herself essentially instantaneously. Ryanne's brown eyes glanced at her shirt, shorts and towel that were laid out on a bench behind the diving boards. Should she get dressed? Her eyes gazed at the 3 meter board longingly. The answer to that question was, not yet. She was ready to change from warm up, to get into the more difficult dives. Not only did Ryanne love diving for the rush she got, but she was fascinated by the physics involved. The fact that all Ryann had to do was jump straight up, and somehow by the force of physics, she would land beyond the end of the board was thought to be near impossible by people who did not understand physics. But Ryanne knew it was her momentum that kept her from dangerously crashing back into the aluminum board.
Ryanne walked gracefully towards the ladder for the 3-meter diving board and began her ascent. Once at the top, she stepped onto the greenish colored slab of metal and lined herself up. She contemplating doing a practice jump to test it out before, but Ryann was both impatient and confident. She slowly began the steps, her arms swinging backward, forward and up with her steps. Knee up, she completed her first jump to land on the end of the board, and bent her knees and then stood to let the board carry her up. Once at the peak of her ascent, she tucked her knees in tight and spun one, two, three times. After the third somersault, she kicked out her legs and left her hands at her side. She had completed the dive early, so now all she had to do was control her fall. Her bottoms of her feet hit the water with a loud smack, but the alignment of her body had been so perfect, that there was barely a splash as she disappeared into the deep water.
She felt the floor of the pool under her feet as she finally stopped torpedoing through the water. She glanced up, raised her arms into a streamline position and pushed back off the bottom of the pool and back to the surface. Back in her day she would have been anticipating the loud calls and cheers of the onlookers of the swim meet, but Ryanne knew she would hear only the simple lapping of the water and the gurgling of the gutter once her head broke the surface and she took a deep intake of air.
She inhaled sharply as she bobbed to the surface after pushing off from the bottom of the pool. A smile was plastered across her face as she took a few simple strokes to the side of the pool. She loved the adrenaline rush of soaring straight up, letting her head tilt down, and her legs up, and reaching back towards the water. She had just nailed a perfect Reverse, in the straight position. She flicked her soaked locks back as she pulled herself out of the water, revealing her cut out one piece suit. Her legs were toned from the years of dedication to the sport, as well as her love for extreme activities such as rock climbing. She was an active individual, and therefore was blessed with an active body. Ryanne stood up beside the pool and tilted her head to the side, getting the water out of her ears. Her eyes glanced up at the clock, it was 9:30pm. Her divers had left an hour ago to return to their rooms and finish up any homework. So why was she still here? Well. There weren't many opportunities for her to practice her diving, so she had to take whatever chances she got.
Ryanne had been diving since she was six years old, and has loved it ever since. In elementary and middle school she was on her local club diving team and participated in various meets and championships. When she had been enrolled in Zeger, she competed as well. She had been the captain of the team her senior year and won various championships. Diving had been a defining part of her life, and was a way she could experience an adrenaline rush and participate in an extra-curricular activity. There was no way that the fact she was simply no longer in school was going to keep her from participating in the sport she loved.
Ryanne was standing at the far right end of the large natatorium, the end where the diving well was located. This part of the pool was conveniently over 17 feet deep so that using the 3 meter board would not be a health hazard. Funny enough, breaking her neck was not one of Ryanne's concerns, seeing that she had an interesting ability to heal herself essentially instantaneously. Ryanne's brown eyes glanced at her shirt, shorts and towel that were laid out on a bench behind the diving boards. Should she get dressed? Her eyes gazed at the 3 meter board longingly. The answer to that question was, not yet. She was ready to change from warm up, to get into the more difficult dives. Not only did Ryanne love diving for the rush she got, but she was fascinated by the physics involved. The fact that all Ryann had to do was jump straight up, and somehow by the force of physics, she would land beyond the end of the board was thought to be near impossible by people who did not understand physics. But Ryanne knew it was her momentum that kept her from dangerously crashing back into the aluminum board.
Ryanne walked gracefully towards the ladder for the 3-meter diving board and began her ascent. Once at the top, she stepped onto the greenish colored slab of metal and lined herself up. She contemplating doing a practice jump to test it out before, but Ryann was both impatient and confident. She slowly began the steps, her arms swinging backward, forward and up with her steps. Knee up, she completed her first jump to land on the end of the board, and bent her knees and then stood to let the board carry her up. Once at the peak of her ascent, she tucked her knees in tight and spun one, two, three times. After the third somersault, she kicked out her legs and left her hands at her side. She had completed the dive early, so now all she had to do was control her fall. Her bottoms of her feet hit the water with a loud smack, but the alignment of her body had been so perfect, that there was barely a splash as she disappeared into the deep water.
She felt the floor of the pool under her feet as she finally stopped torpedoing through the water. She glanced up, raised her arms into a streamline position and pushed back off the bottom of the pool and back to the surface. Back in her day she would have been anticipating the loud calls and cheers of the onlookers of the swim meet, but Ryanne knew she would hear only the simple lapping of the water and the gurgling of the gutter once her head broke the surface and she took a deep intake of air.
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