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The water is calm and undisturbed, not a ripple in the pool. A rush of ice water envelopes my body as I dive into the pool. I open my eyes and wait for them to focus in my new environment. As I come up for air, I smell the strong scent of chlorine around me. As I begin my first set of laps, water rushes into my mouth as I come up for air, the taste of chlorine is soon stuck in my mouth. Half way through my second lap, I hear the sounds of splashing and what sounds like cannonballs as people begin to dive into the pool. As I come up for air, I feel my arms weakening from the physical activity. I notice a burning sensation in my eyes as the chlorine begins to make my eyes tear. This feeling will soon go away as they adjust to the chlorine around …show more content…
BEEP. The whistle blows and the water erupts as we take off. BEEP. We switch directions and begin swimming. BEEP. Again, we switch directions. After a few minutes of intense swimming, he sends us over the the shallow end where we have a few minute to rest, as the second group begins. At this time, my arms feel heavy from the sudden activity. Just as I begin to catch my breath, coach yells for my group. I'm soon swimming again. As we finish off our warm ups, I feel my chest on fire and my arms and legs exhausted, as I tread in the deep end. Can humans push their body's limits farther than they know? My belief is that when you reach that point of exhaustion and you feel like you can't go any longer, that's your mind telling you that you're tired, when in reality, your body still has more to give. People have experienced this feeling in numerous occasions. The most commonly experience is adrenaline; that feeling when you're scared shitless and you move faster then you ever thought possible. Another example is when you're so tired you think you can't go my further, but when you see the end is near, you're body puts out that extra burst of energy. This raises the question, can we push our bodies limits further than we

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