I didn't know exactly how I was going to get over Michael Phelps. He came back into my life on Saturday August 9th and I couldn't wait to sit in front of the television screen every night after work to see him again. To see his smile, to see the beautiful way that he swims, and just to see anything and everything about him. Then when he won his 8th gold medal I was so proud. Just so proud. A tear almost came to my eye. Almost that is.

Then sadness came. No more swimming for Phelps. He was done. His Olympics was over. But mine wasn't. I still had a whole week left to watch and he wouldn't be apart of it. What was a girl to do?

Enter Usain Bolt.

I watched him in the prelims and all, noticed him but I just couldn't. My love affair with Michael Phelps was still going on and I am not a cheater. But then I watched his performance in the 100M final. 9.69. 9.69! That was his time. I still can't fathom he was that fast. And the way he ended the race. The way he celebrated. At that moment I knew that me and Michael Phelps were over. It was a clean break and the 9.69 man was going to be a very nice replacement :)

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