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Of Iron and Bronze – 40

40. Competition day. I weighed in at 77 kilos on the dot—something I’d assumed didn’t really happen. Anytime I’d seen an athlete with a bodyweight exactly equal to the category limit I’d figured that, in truth, they’d been overweight and … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 39

39. I rolled into Nationals that year four kilos overweight, with something like 36 hours to lose it. “The hell you been eatin’?” asked Pete, as he stared at the numbers on the check scale. “What’ve I been eating?” I … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 38

38. I’d assumed—foolishly, it turned out—that with only myself to focus on I would feel better in the days and weeks before Nationals. But in my last heavy workouts before the competition I was barely able to make 130 and … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 37

37. When Ricky heard the news about Libby he was primarily concerned about how this would play out with Nationals. “You gotta stay focused on what’s important,” he said. “Work through this later. For now, focus on Nationals. We’re less … Continue reading

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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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