Who is Michael Phelps

Michael Fred Phelps II (born June 30, 1985) is an American former competitive swimmer. He is the most successful and most decorated Olympian of all time with a total of 28 medals. Phelps also holds the all-time records for Olympic gold medals (23), Olympic gold medals in individual events (13), and Olympic medals in individual events (16). When Phelps won eight gold medals at the 2008 Beijing Games, he broke fellow American swimmer Mark Spitz's 1972 record of seven first-place finishes at any single Olympic Games. At the 2004 Summer Olympics in Athens, Phelps already tied the record of eight medals of any color at a single Games by winning six gold and two bronze medals. At the 2012 Summer Olympics in London, Phelps won four gold and two silver medals, and at the 2016 Summer Olympics in Ri...
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3ninjah: michael fred phelps ii is an american former competitive swimmer. he is the most successful and most decorated olympian of all time with a total of 28 medals. phelps also holds the all-time records for olympic gold medals, olympic gold medals in individual events
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Addullasindhom: “i think goals should never be easy, they should force you to work, even if they are uncomfortable at the time.” – michael phelps
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Impelled by memory in a wayward mood,
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