„I think Italy has some magic water."
„I think so too."
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He is a good short distance swimmer. His domain is the backstroke. He looks like a model and the female fans can go crazy for him.
She is a diver who masters 3 meters, 10 meters and p...
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Beatrice stood in front of the mirror in the pool locker room, ready for her first Olympic tournament. Her heart was pounding with excitement and nerves. This was the moment she had trained for her entire life, but now that it was finally here, she felt incredibly vulnerable. She focused on her breathing, just as Alberto had always advised her. Inhale, exhale, slowly and calmly. She felt as though every cell in her body was stretched to the breaking point.
When she was ready, she left the locker room and headed toward the pool. In the hallway, other athletes passed by, each lost in their own thoughts and preparations for their performances. Beatrice tried to focus on her own goals, on what she needed to accomplish today. She imagined the perfect dive, every movement, every muscle tightening, every rotation.
As she entered the arena where the pool was located, she was overwhelmed by the number of spectators filling the stands. The atmosphere was electrifying, with the noise and hum of the crowd filled with anticipation. The air was charged with energy, which gave Beatrice both courage and determination.
As she approached the pool, her eyes searched the stands. Then she saw him. Thomas was sitting in the front row, wearing an Italian hoodie, with a focused expression on his face. When he saw her, he smiled and waved. Beatrice felt a surge of joy and calm. Thomas had really come to support her. It meant more to her than she was willing to admit.
She felt her nerves melt away as she smiled back at him. This was her moment, her time to shine. She knew she had Thomas on her side, and that gave her the strength she needed.
She stood at the edge of the pool, waiting for her turn. Beside her stood other competitors, each ready to give their best performance. Beatrice took a deep breath and focused on her first dive. Alberto stood nearby and nodded in encouragement, his expression serious but also reassuring. She knew he believed in her, and she had to believe in herself.
When the signal sounded, Beatrice pushed off and launched herself into the air. All her thoughts narrowed to a single point—this one moment when her body was airborne, fully concentrated on executing the perfect dive. She felt her muscles tighten as her body rotated and prepared for entry into the water. Every movement was automatic, the result of countless hours of training. The water embraced her with almost perfect fluidity, the surface rippling only slightly.
As she surfaced, applause erupted. Beatrice looked around the stands and saw Thomas standing and clapping. His eyes shone with excitement and pride. Beatrice felt a rush of adrenaline, knowing that this was a dive she could be proud of.
The subsequent dives went just as well; Beatrice was in the zone, her body performing exactly as it should. Each dive was a little better than the last, every movement precise and powerful. The crowd roared, and Beatrice knew she was on the right track.
