Status: slowly progressing

London Love

Chapter 4

(Michael’s POV)

I laid in bed tonight and my mind kept replaying that race over and over. All the things I had done wrong. How could I not even make the medal stand? That hasn’t happened since I was a young 15 year old who was completely overwhelmed and inexperienced. Then again, this is why I was retiring after the games. I simply did not have what I did four years ago. As my mind berated itself, I tried to change my train of thought to something, anything else.

Lochte’s comment this afternoon ran through my head. A young woman had practically run me over on her way to the athlete’s village. Lochte had commented on her looks, go figure. Thinking back I had to admit, she was an attractive woman: Long brown hair, well shaped legs, and quite petite figure, all pluses in my book. Focus, Phelps, focus. After today, the last thing you need as a distraction. That will really help your performance.

Those thoughts were enough to settle me down for a dreamless sleep though. So thank you to whoever that woman was.
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short chapter that shows some of Michael's thoughts, hope you enjoy.