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Of Iron and Bronze – 36

36. In the face of Libby’s potentially earth-shattering discovery I did the only thing that came naturally: I lied. I fabricated an origin story for the little glass ampule that was Wagnerian in its scope and drama, and in which … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 35

35. In my memories—the ones I want to hold on to and revisit—that era was one of perpetual good times, a series of flashbulb images set against an early-2000s soundtrack: driving to the shore, spending time on the beach, making … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 34

34. If there was a final peak to that era, a high point just before its calamitous end, it came on the day that Joe finally qualified for Nationals. It was a development none of us saw coming, least of … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 33

33. A comfortable rhythm developed in the days and weeks that followed, as we left winter behind and crawled toward spring and ultimately summer. We trained, we hung out together, we shared embarrassing stories late into the night, we made … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 32

32. Back to training. Day in, day out: training. Whether we lifted well or poorly at the Arnold conferred no special privileges. Aside from general congrats and high fives there were no prizes for good performances nor punishments for bad … Continue reading

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