Anabella emerged from the swimming pool―the rippling water a clear aqua right to the tiled floor―wiping water from her eyes with a brush of her hands and making sure her hair was neat. She had just swum twenty laps as part of her training program for her upcoming championship and felt good, energized, excited, and ready to compete. She had put in long hours, focused every effort to accomplish this one gold medal; her dream for many years. It would open doors for her future and was in reach - she could feel it. Anabella knew she was ready.
“How do you feel, Anabella?" asked Mr. Rhodes, her coach.
“Excellent! I'm not even tired. This was a good workout," she answered.
“Are your parents bringing you to the venue, or should I pick you up?"
“They are out of town, so I would really appreciate it if you could pick me up." Although she could easily drive herself to the championship, she preferred to go with someone. The tension and stiffness of sore muscles after a hard race brought numbness to her limbs, which made driving almost impossible.
“Then it is settled. I will pick you up at 7am, sharp. Don't be late," her coach said sternly.
“I won't be, Mr. Rhodes."
“Go and rest, relax this afternoon, and make sure you are in bed early. Don't worry about anything; all will be fine. You have worked hard these past few months."
“Yes, sir." She knew she had worked hard. The sore muscles were evidence, as well as the fact that she had not spent much time with family or friends. She had enough confidence in her abilities not to be worried at all and loved the competitive side of the sport; racing against a good competitor, and the excitement of winning after giving it her all.
There was solitude once you dove into the water, only you and it, and the lane stretching ahead. Sounds of the crowd did not bother her. At moments like these, she could allow the water to enclose her and swim through the currents created by other swimmers. An unsurpassed sense of freedom and accomplishment ran through her veins, and the adrenaline rushed through her core, making her feel alive. Here, she felt whole, forgetting everything else. Here, she was in control of her surroundings and her own life. Here, she set the pace, overcoming all fears.
It was her home, the place she felt safe. Over the years, the swimming pool had been the only place she'd considered a safe haven in her otherwise dysfunctional life. How she had longed for a healthy family life, to wrap her arms around a loving father and a caring mother, to tell them about her day, to include them in her life. She sighed as she turned away from the pool, burying the negative thoughts wanting to rob her from her jovial mood.
Confidence radiated from her whole posture and she felt good, really good. She never let on what was taking place within her mind. She never allowed outsiders into her life. She was always the outsider, never part of the family concept. Her only confidence came from who she was, as well as her accomplishments in either sports or academics. However, it neither made her arrogant or self-absorbed.
While Mr. Rhodes was talking, she managed to dry herself and put her sweatpants and top on, ready to go to her house.
“Bye, sir. See you tomorrow at 7am, and thanks." She respected her coach for his time and devotion where she was concerned. He had put in just as much time as she had the last couple of months during training. She had learned to trust him for all the advice and his continued motivation and would miss him when she went off to varsity the following year. He had influenced her to study to be a physiotherapist as her passion was to work with people.
“Bye, Anabella. See you in the morning."
“Goodbye, Mr. Rhodes."
Once home, she went straight to the shower. The warm water was soothing to her sore muscles and she fully relaxed under the spray. She was all alone―for a change there weren't a lot of people in the house. Her parents had gone to a business seminar for the weekend and would only be back on Sunday evening.
Her two older brothers, Roy and Derek, were not back from work yet, not that she expected them because they would usually go straight to the pub, or a friend's house. It was Friday night after all, and their parents weren't there to arrange their weekend. How she wished they could be a real family. She loved her brothers but living at home kept them apart and they did not spend time together.
It was not unfamiliar to Anabella to be on her own on a weekend. If her parents were there, they didn't speak to her anyway, because they would be busy entertaining their friends. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
A long time ago, Anabella had decided not to be part of their lifestyle and because of this, there was no relationship between them. She had learned to distance herself, choosing to rather throw her time and energy into her sport. At first, it was a way out of the house. Now it had become her life; a life she appreciated and cherished.
She had the shower all to herself for as long as she wanted.
Once in her room, she got dressed, brushing her hair until it shone. Music played softly from the radio and she sang along with the well-known song.
