Frigid, chlorinated water dripped from my hair onto my shoulders. Despite the cold, I felt warm, aggressive, and powerful. When I look back at this picture, I can feel what I felt at that triumphant moment. My team mates and I had just swam a relay at leagues, and were being awarded medals. Maybe to someone else, this is just a picture. But for me, it brings back so many associated memories. The miles of laps and the grueling work outs; the pasta parties and the banquets. Everything comes rushing back and I am overcome with a bittersweet feeling. I feel the triumph of the moment, and then I understand that the moment has passed. For those who can relate to this picture, they understand what it feels like to win. For others, it is little more than a picture.