Quote by Michael Phelps
Even in high school, Id tell my mom I was sick of swimming and wan

Even in high school, Id tell my mom I was sick of swimming and wanted to try to play golf. She wasnt too happy. Shed say, Think about this. And Id always end up getting back in the pool. – Michael Phelps

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I want to test my maximum and see how much I can do. And I want to change the world of swimming. – Michael Phelps

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If you want to be the best, you have to do things that other people arent willing to do. – Michael Phelps

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My mom put me and my sisters in the water to feel comfortable, to have water safety. – Michael Phelps

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