For Love and Hate
Coughlin and Phelps – A Contrast in Outlooks
It gets old. It does for everyone. The mornings, rising before dawn isn’t fun, never is. Being sore all the time for years on end, I don’t miss that. The ever-present pressure, the cloud that follows you, forever questioning your every move, whether this decision or that will help you be at your best. One can understand the longing to escape.
It’s a seldom reported side to the supposed glory of the Games: Many athletes, the ones nearing the end, just can’t wait to get away.
