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Of Iron and Bronze – 26

26. On a Monday morning in early February I ran into Libby on College Ave on my way back from class. I’d just dozed through the better part of a lecture for my Intro to Art History course, which I … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 25

25. Aside from Ricky’s injury, the winter break passed without much fanfare. Pete and I trained, often joined by Libby and a few others, and we otherwise whiled away our free hours in diners or watching movies or lifting videos. … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 24

  24. When Pete and I went to Ricky’s the next day—Christmas—to get some training in we found him in rough shape. “I look like Frankenstein!” he cried, as he shuffled into the garage with a notably wooden and stiff … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 23

23. “So how’s it going?” I said, doing my best to sound nonchalant. As though I’d been prepared for this encounter all along. “Not bad,” she said. “You?” “Not bad.” So far so good, I thought, although she was looking … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 22

22. By mid-December the Power Gym and FDU were closed for winter break, so those of us committed to training were forced to cobble together whatever we could via a combination of commercial gyms, special outings to the few other … Continue reading

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