But that doesn't mean that I don't support the occassional rare human being that astounds us all with feats previously deemed impossible. I refer, of course, to Michael Phelps. Thanks to my brother Greg, I now own a calendar that allows me to enjoy the sight of this famed athlete all year round; and I feel good about this. Not only does his unusually muscular physique motivate me to train my own body in such a manner, but his appealing enthusiam in months April and May increase my anticipation of victory during my forthcoming triathlon.
That's right. Starting Monday I shall be forsaking idleness in its other form and will turn into an exercise fiend. Days of swimming, running, and biking will turn me into a lean, mean triathloning machine. Of course I will never achieve the fame of Michael Phelps, but personal victories count for just as much in my book. I think Michael would agree.