me and mike

michael phelps and i both graduated from the same high school.
we both have long, ape-like arms and rather large, runcible paddles for feet.
we both like pancakes and we love our mothers.

there the similarities end.

i have not been arrested for DUI.
he is not a girl.
he does the most lovely butterfly, length after length, lap after lap; i am content with a length.

this is to say that this morning my fly timing finally clicked. my thumbs skimmed, my chin tucked at just the right moment and i drove with my hips, not legs. i felt myself propelled over the water's surface, finally *getting* the undulation. it was almost effortless.

for a length.

life is good.