I don't know what it's called...
That thing that pulls me out of bed in the morning
Fries me two eggs
Throws me in the cold water at 5am
Makes my legs kick until they burn, then kick some more
Makes my face scrunch up into something fierce as I pour in every last ounce of myself
Picks me up from my desk
Puts my swim bag on my back
Marches me down to the pool to do it all over again
Crams me in my practice suit
Makes me do that next fifty when I swear this is the end of my life
When my heart beats so hard I can check my pulse without my fingers
Puts my hand in the water correctly even though my shoulder is almost broken
Makes me laugh and cry
Bonds me with my teammates
Makes me doubt and dream, fail and succeed
Makes me wonder how I got here, one year later
I don't know what it is, but I call it fire.
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