For two years I was part of the U.S.A.’s modern pentathlon team, during which I trained at the U.S. Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs. There I crossed paths with many famous athletes. One of my favorite run-ins was with Michael Phelps. Sure, he’s not squeaky clean, but that just shows how human he is … outside of his twenty-eight Olympic medals, of course. When I saw him sitting in the hot tub recovering from practice, he seemed down-to-earth, talking about normal stuff. If anything, he was a little bit goofy.
But besides my assessment of his personality, I took one look at him and thought, Wow, this person was born to swim. His torso and arms are so disproportionately long compared to the rest of his body, there’s no doubt his body was built to be that of a swimmer, an Olympic gold-caliber swimmer.
And I beat him once. Read more >>