Chapter 23
Well, the first year of my Olympic training was over, along with my successfully completed celibacy vow. Time for review. The Olympics were looming on the horizon like Mount Everest. Chad and I had been training like men possessed and were in the absolute peak of fitness and ability. Nobody on the team could even come close to us on the mat, we’d been honing our skills, focusing on the one-percenters that make all the difference, that separate the merely excellent from the truly elite.
Our coaches were pleased with our progress and confident we’d both be highly competitive against the best in the world at the Olympics. They’d mapped out the next 12 months of our training regime and competitions and now we just had to work the plan.
Judo: tick. Now, to other matters. ‘Hey Chad
