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Valencia Vicory
I quickly stripped my swimsuit off, tossing it into one of my gym bags while grabbing my leotard and shoving it on. I was a swimmer who had qualified for the Olympics in Beijing this year, but I had always been a dancer first and foremost. The balance between the sports and the amount of practice required for both of them was very tricky, but I had been doing it since I was little. While I was going to the Olympics for swimming, I had taken up dancing first and loved it with all my heart, so I wasn’t willing to give it up. I dashed into the dance studio, tossing my bags on the ground, joining my coach, Tabitha Riatt, a previous world champion.
In just two days I would be competing in the dance world championship for pointe, ballet, and contemporary ballet. Immediately after the world championship I would be flying to Beijing and start buckling down on my swimming for three weeks before the Olympic opening ceremony. For dance I practiced alone, just me and my coach perfecting my skills for hours. Swimming, however, had always been different. I had trained with Ryan Lochte, who had become a close friend, as well as several other members of the U.S. Olympic team.
I dragged myself through my final dance practice before I would be off competing in worlds. After one last grueling practice with Tabitha, I stretched myself out and decided to get once last swim in, seeing how I wouldn’t be able to swim for a few days as I competed in dance.
“VALENCIA!” Ryan’s voice called, wrapping me in a very wet hug. I laughed and hugged him back.
“What’s up, Lochte?” I giggled, pulling away to see several other familiar faces, such as Bob Bowman, who had helped coach me throughout my swimming career.
“Just finishing up practice.” Bob said, smiling at me. “Haven’t you already practiced today with Jeff?” He questioned, referring to my current swim coach, Jeff Burge.
“Yeah, but I won’t be swimming for almost a week, so I figured a couple more laps couldn’t kill me.” I said, laughing off Ryan’s disapproving glance. I momentarily was sidetracked from the conversation when a very good-looking young man pulled himself from the pool and made his way towards us.
“You’re going to kill yourself at this rate.” Ryan warned, ignoring the quizzical look the newcomer to the conversation flashed him.
“Hi, I’m Valencia Vicory. V is fine though.” I said, smiling up at the giant’s face, reaching out to shake his hand.
“Michael Phelps.” He said, returning my smile and my handshake. “You’re competing in the Olympics, right, I feel like I’ve heard of you before.”
“Yes, I am. First Olympics. I should get swimming though, I have a plane to catch in a few hours.” I said, waving to the boys as I slipped on my goggles, getting set to push off from the block and start a few laps. I pulled myself out of the pool, got showered off, and dragged myself to the airport.
