The next Olympian
Recently I told a coworker that if sleeping was an Olympic sport, I would be a member of the US team. So when my mom encouraged me to sleep on my 6am flight, I looked at her like she had just suggested that I wear pants that day--well, duh.
Soon after watching the sunrise over the Colorado plains during takeoff, I finished the only book I'd brought with me and decided it was time to sleep. At home, after a couple minutes on my left and a turn onto my right side, I'm asleep before I finish my pleasant daydreams. But not today. I tried everything I could to sleep, but I wasn't having any luck. What would I do if I couldn't...
ZZZZZZZZZ
I needn't have worried. My medal is secure.
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