Guilt and/or redemption.
Individual redemption of a previous in-contentment.
Duration of a single race, with out specifically saying this… using indicative language to prompt the reader into knowing time is passing.
Opening: Personification & listing. (attributes of the environment that I am in
Paragraph 1: Sense
Adrenaline pumping, heart racing. You are peaking, primed for what is to come. Driving out the gloomy thoughts of earlier yesterday morning, when the edge was not yours. Stretching and swinging, as you nervously complete your final ritual, that is borderline OCD. Or at least this is what you are told by those lining the tiered awaiting your passing only to shout encouragement that will only ever bounce around before dissipating into nothingness, never acquiring its intended target. This is your final chance to ‘psych up’, the moment that could make or break the coming 27 seconds.
The overpowering smell of chlorine burning all exposed somatic cells into nothingness, the pain eased by the passing of time. This is a normality for you as this is your second home, fifty percent of your diurnal life is spent in this environment; in the water. Your vision, blurry from your body heat against the cool chill of the moisture that surrounds, channelled as if you were wearing blinkers. Blocking out any peripheral distractions, that there is a plentiful surplus of in this instance.