Speed – Oh My
By A.J. RUSSO, Ph.D.
As published Sept. 17, 2008
Couldn’t get to sleep last night—what, with all the excitement. So, I just hung around in the room of my buddy and let the perspiration evaporate from my stretched shell.
I’m not sure what all the fuss is about. Some are giving me all the credit, but all I can think is that, decades ago, the likes of me wasn’t even around.
Okay, so I’m fast, but a Laser? Come on.
People have said that I look cool and I “feel like a rocket”. I make people around me “feel like a superhero”. All this has made me proud, but as much as I’d like to believe … I’m not the “fastest on the planet”.
I’m not a drag, though. But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to tell you that.
Do people underneath me have an unfair advantage when I’m around them? That’s for others to say. But my presence does exude a certain … confidence.
My life isn’t just a bowl of cherries, however. For instance, I hate it when fat guys squeeze into me before a competition. And I hate water, but spend most of my time around it. And the media … we’ll, let’s just say that it started in February on the Today Show and hasn’t let up since.
Hold it … I think I hear my buddy rustling around. Maybe he’s about to wake up. Shh … we’ve got to be quiet. I figure after a week of on again, off again – to the pool and back, I’d finally get a chance to rest.
Darn, he’s waking up. Wait, he’s putting on a suit and tie? He’s grabbing those 8 gold coins off the dresser.
“Hey, Michael, what about me?”
He left. Not even a goodbye. How soon they forget.
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