Best or Worst?

Last Sunday I had a swim meet, and as it is now Thursday I thought that it was about time to blog about it. Mummy and I hitched a ride with the Calistroni family. We got there a bit early, but not VERY early. The place was abandoned. We changed into our bright orange swimsuits and blue
T-shirts, and don't forget the blue swim caps. We had also at that point met up with Angelica who is a very sweet, very active girl (I think that she is about twelve years old). We walked onto the deck and met our swim coach, and we were told that there had been a T-shirt change. Bright orange. We warmed up- we had to warm up in two batches because we were literally swimming on top of each other. About two hours later, it was time for my race. I dove in and... I could barely move. Worst. Race. Ever. (I still got second out of three, though). I somehow got out of the pool (I'm not quite sure how, actually). I got to the place that we had sort of marked as our territory. I sat down for about five minutes and then went to cheer our teammates on. I was immediately confronted by Francesca Massinelli, who told me to sit down and then went to get a friend to get me something to eat (actually it was energy goo) and some water to wash it down with. I don't think that I have ever felt more cared for by people that I have only known for a year. The thing that made it more touching was the fact that everybody on my team was seriously considering pulling out of the relay race because of me: they were concerned about me and the meet mattered less than whether or not I would be able to swim well. I did the relay in the end, and thanks to Samuele Biscotti (nice last name, isn't it: cookies! I think that's so cute) we won first place. We were going in for fourth place when he got in- he's that good. All in all we won sixteen medals, the ones for relays counting as one. Not bad for about twenty people.
So best or worst meet? I don't know. You tell me.
Ciao,
Florence

My relay team 

My swim team (most of it)