It’s the night of Michael Phelps’ last race. Sitting here and counting down the minutes, I am overcome with conflicting thoughts and feelings – trying to make sense of what he has meant to be over these years and what his retirement means to me now. Waiting for this last race, all I can think about are the things that I will miss. I will miss seeing Michael walk out onto the deck wearing his warm up coat. I will miss the freaky arm flap and the dramatic pre-race montages. I will miss the nail biting finishes and pure elation that follows. But most of all I will miss knowing that when I watch him race, everyone else will be watching too and we'll all and hoping for the same result.
Thank you, Michael. For everything.