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Of Iron and Bronze – 42

42. As with all other meets, that year’s Nationals became a story, like an epic poem, to be repeated ad infinitum. We returned to our little corner of the weightlifting world and life—training—went on. Ricky and I, with our bronze … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 41

41. My recollections of the rest of that Nationals weekend are mostly vague and indistinct, save for a few scattered flashbulb memories—peeing in a bathroom stall for drug testing while a USADA worker dutifully stared at my member, watching Joe … Continue reading

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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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