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Women's swimming | ||
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Olympic Games | ||
Gold | 2004 Athens[1] | 800 m freestyle |
World Championships - Long Course | ||
Silver | 2005 Montreal[2] | 400 m freestyle |
Bronze | 2005 Montreal | 800 m freestyle |
Bronze | 2007 Melbourne[3] | 400 m freestyle |
Bronze | 2007 Melbourne | 1500 m freestyle |
Pan Pacific Championships | ||
Gold | 2006 Victoria | 400 m freestyle |
Silver | 2006 Victoria | 800 m freestyle |
Bronze | 2006 Victoria | 1500 m freestyle |
Bronze | 2006 Victoria | 4x200 m freestyle |
Ai Shibata (柴田 亜衣 Shibata Ai , born May 14, 1982 in Dazaifu, Fukuoka) is a Japanese swimmer. At the 2004 Summer Olympics, she won the gold medal in the 800 meter freestyle race and became the first ever female gold medalist for Japan in a freestyle event. She graduated from the National Institute of Fitness and Sports in Kanoya.
Her brother is also a world class swimmer.
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