As I sat there on that small bench sweating like crazy, my coach standing next to me ringing his hands, I could hear the stands filling. I knew that this was my time to shine. When I get on that stage everyone would be looking at me, cheering me on as I heaved that weight.
A clean and jerk. That was all I was supposed to do. I did this everyday at the gym why was I so nervous. Maybe because my whole country was relying on me to bring back the gold. Oh, I so wanted that gold medal. To feel it on my chest. And then they called my name.
I slowly rose from my seat. My coach gave me a pat on the back and said good luck. And now I was standing on the stage looking at that wieght. I looked at my powdery wight hands and then back to the metal that I was to pick up.
I heard the judges yell that I can start. I picked up and landed into the aproprate sqat position and then the judges yelled again and I jerked up and then I had it above my head. One of the judges yelled that I could put the eight down and I released it so it could fall onto the floor I walked over to my coach smiling. And then at that moment he whispered the words that I wanted to hear. "You won the gold!"
Who am I? I am Yury Petrovich Vlasov. Olympic Champion (1960), Silver Medalist in Olympic Games (1964), Four-time Senior World Champion (1959, 1961-1963), Silver Medalist in Senior World Championships (1964), Six-time Consecutive Senior European Champion (1959 - 1964), Set thirty four world records during career.
Author notes
The dates and the person is real. He was a representative of the USSR for the Olympics. Most of this is not true it is fictional and it is what I think they felt when they had to wait to go up to the stage. I am right handed.
A contest entry
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500 points, ended August 30, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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I liked the description in this piece, though it could have done with a little something about what he saw when he was stood up there. The stands, a flag, a friendly face, something to bulk it out a little.
The beginning really caught my attention, because from that first sentence the person could have been waiting for anything, and I wanted to read on to find out.
The ending was nice, when you revealed who the person was, as it really showed that you'd done your research for this.
Thanks for entering =)
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I think that this is an interesting piece of writing. I have never read a story about an athelete from the Olympics, so it's interesting. I think that it's pretty good, even though it's short. You should continue this is you want to, I'm sure it will be good.
You did have a few mistakes, but they are little spelling errors.
Line 1| As I sat there on that small bench sweating like crazy, my coach standing next to me ringing (wringing) his hands, I could hear the stands filling.
Line 3| I slowly rose from my seat. My coach gave me a pat on the back and said good luck. And now I was standing on the stage looking at that wieght (weight). I looked at my powdery wight (white) hands and then back to the metal that I was to pick up.
Anyway, nice story, I liked it.
~Kate-kat
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