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MY OLYMPIC EXPERIENCE<br />

By Mr Matthew KWOK (HKG)<br />

It was roughly 19 years ago that my mom decided that I should learn how to<br />

swim. Her reason being that if we ever happened to be around a pool, we would<br />

know how to swim. Then after eight months of bobbing up and down, my mom<br />

met the swimming coach and immediately enrolled my older brother and I on the<br />

swimming team. Little did we know that this decision would affect the rest of our<br />

lives. My first lap across a 25 yard pool took 30 minutes. A far cry from any kind<br />

of record!<br />

So, at the age of 4 and a half, I started competing.... Or at least attempting to.<br />

When the gun went off, I failed to jump in the water. Finally, my coach stepped<br />

up behind me and tapped me into the water. That race was a considerable<br />

improvement, as it only took 4 minutes. If only I could improve that much every<br />

time! At that point, I wasn't all too excited about swimming. I would hide in the<br />

bathrooms; forget to wake up for morning practice; I would even go so far as to<br />

hide in the gutters of the pool; definitely not the model athlete.<br />

This went on for a few years. The 1984 Olympics came and I was lucky<br />

enough to attend a few water polo games and a swimming event. The Olympics<br />

were still a dream. At the age of 12, fellow schoolmates and friends would<br />

ask me, "Oh you're a swimmer ... are you going to go to the Olympics?" Rather<br />

than actually thinking about the possibilities, I would say, "Naw, maybe my<br />

brother will."<br />

My training became more intense and I began to take swimming a bit more<br />

seriously. I started training with many world-class swimmers, and at the age of 13,<br />

I was definitely the youngest. My road to the games had started. It was then<br />

that I started to realise that I too could become a world-class swimmer.<br />

In 1996, my older brother qualified for and competed at the Olympics in<br />

Atlanta. I went to trials, and failed to qualify by a large margin. Rather than being<br />

discouraged, I decided that I would train even harder than before.<br />

The year after the games in Atlanta, I can remember waking up every morning<br />

at 3.45 to drive 45 minutes to training. Our coach, at the time was very strict.<br />

We were to be stretched and in the water promptly at 4.45. Training would last<br />

until 7.00, whereby we would quickly dress for school, jump in the car, and drive<br />

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