I had been staying way way past my bedtime the past whole week. The reason? The Olympics.
Yesterday I had to take Jacob to his swimming lesson. His dad had a meeting and would be late. After the lesson, I had to hurry home because I had the Olympics to catch at prime time. I was more excited than usual because Jacob's dad told me that Michael Phelps had his first silver, meaning, he can tie Spitz's record with no chance of surpassing it. I asked him how he knew and he told me from a friend who has a friend in China!
My mind was on the silver medal all the way home. Maybe whoever told Patrick was thinking of the heat event, cuz I still couldn't believe him losing. No, not MP. But, maybe he did. But, maybe he didn't.
It was the last lap. My heart was racing. I have totally forgotten about his coming second. Cavic was almost a head ahead and then I saw his wing-like arms. Could he reach the pad in time? Oh, no, no, please no! Cavic was already there.
And the rest is history. I can breathe normally again!
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