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Of Iron and Bronze – 44

  44. Hotel Moscow was a slice of Soviet paradise and kitsch located about 35 minutes from my pension in the city center. It was one of several bloated hotels that squatted like beached cruise ships on a stretch of … Continue reading

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Of Iron and Bronze – 43

43. My first moments on foreign soil were a curious admixture of terror and fascination, as I viewed the strange new world that was speeding by the cab’s window and tried not to focus on the terrifying ordeal of the … Continue reading

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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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