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February 2010 12 of 12

Yeah, I know I’ve been lazy with this bog since the new year started, despite my “it’s gonna be part of my daily routine” spiel.  Oh well, here’s my latest attempt at getting back on track.  I present to you, oh wondrous blogosphere, my February 2010 12 of 12.

7:09 a.m. Heading off to school. Getting there early to help Mike set up the classroom for our "1979" performances. Yeah buddy.
8:12 a.m. The new Propel flavor, Citrus Punch. It's OK, but not nearly as refreshing as the Lemon flavor.
10:24 a.m. My lips are chapped. Burt's Bees to the rescue!
1:07 p.m. After my classes and tutoring session, I get to work on the first Theory 2 exam of semester.
6:16 p.m. I'm groggy after taking a monster nap on the couch with Oreo. It was bright sunshine outside when I fell asleep, and totally dark when I awoke, thus messing me up for a bit.
6:31 p.m. Looking over some floorplans for potential new apartments.
6:54 p.m. Wrapped a little V-day gift for Xan.
7:27 p.m. Playing a little long-distance Scrabble-like game ("Words") with Marty. Not surprisingly, he's winning handily.
8:01 p.m. Speaking of Marty, while chatting with him on the phone, this is my reaction to the footage of the tragic death of the luger at the Winter Olympic games. Scary stuff.
9:01 p.m. While waiting for Xan to get home, I get to transcribing "Fireflies." As they say up here in New England, that intro is "wicked hahhd."
10:12 p.m. Watching "Community" after dinner, one of our favorite new shows this season. God bless DVRs.
11:41 p.m. Apparently, it's "Park However The F*** You Want To" Day. Unfortunately, this is not an aberration. I've never seen this guy's car parked correctly.
Bonus pic: Oreo on her perch, after our epic nap.

Simply amazing

It’s unfathomable to me that Michael Phelps even attempted to match Mark Spitz’s record of seven gold medals in a single Games, much less actually did it.  But what is even more impressive is HOW Phelps achieved the milestone, out-touching the silver medalist by 0.01 seconds.  That’s faster than a blink of an eye…literally.  I was on the edge of my seat for the duration of the brief race, cheering on Phelps from the starting horn to the final touch.  Admittedly, I thought he’d finish second, especially with about 35 meters to go.  But, amazingly, he made up the difference in the last 20 meters, in similar fashion to Lezak’s unforgettable rally in the 4x100m freestyle relay.  The split second before NBC flashed the names of the top three finishers felt like an eternity.  When I finally saw the “1” next to Phelps name, my jaw dropped in utter disbelief.  “I can’t believe he did it,” I thought.  I got chills as I watched him cheer his accomplishment, and even have chills as I type this blog.  The way I see it, an ending like that–a victory by the slimmest of margins while competing for an Olympic gold medal, with the world watching, and history waiting to be re-written–could not have been scripted any better.  It’s the stuff of legend.  It’s the reason the Olympics are so special.  It’s why we gather around our televisions every four years to see who pulls off the next amazing athletic feat.  It’s reality TV at its very best.

Congratulations, Michael Phelps.  You are simply amazing.