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Ryan Lochte?

"So at that point I'd tried everything. I'd been on TV, had my own TV show, received many medals... I was riding high."

Ryan Lochte's face wasn't showing a lot of emotion as he talked. It was somewhat similar to watching a lecture from the most boring teacher. The kind of teacher that could make true crime and campfire stories into a fairly efficient lullaby. Who put him up there on the stage?

"At that point I was at the height of my fame. I thought everybody knew my name. I spent most of my time training, but I appeared on lots of TV shows and I got calls from interviewers and sponsors and my manager was loving it. When I floated the idea for my own TV show, no one thought I could do it. But I told them that I was going to be successful. That's the only mentality that works. It's how I get through any competition or anything.

Anyway, my stereotype has always been a "dumb jock" so I wanted to prove them wrong. I wanted to be able to do this for myself. Even though not everyone knows that "What Would Ryan Lochte Do?" was a show that even existed, I'm glad I did it. Getting that show off the ground required everything I had, really. I had to prove that it was a good idea, and then go through with it, to get someplace new and be someone new. I had to prove to myself that it was even worth it. Everything I did for that show helped me first try to look beyond swimming and into something that could push me beyond my limits. And I don't regret it."

Man. "What Would Ryan Lochte Do?" I'm certain no one's heard of that show ever. Yet, he expanded his opportunities with it I guess. Maybe now by trying harder to cover up my expression of emotion I can expand my own opportunities with Cece's plan. Maybe it'll make me someone new and braver, like Ryan Lochte.

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  1. Letitia
    Man. "What Would Ryan Lochte Do?" I'm certain no one's heard of that show ever. Yet, he expanded his opportunities with it I guess.
    Maybe now by trying harder to cover up my expression of emotion I can expand my own opportunities with Cece's plan.
    What’s Cece’s plan? What is even going on?
    Clarify how your character feels a little more, it’s confusing
    Suggestions: show more emotion

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