As I hit the twenty-minute mark of my workout on the treadmill, I increase the incline and begin to push myself further as I feel the burn through my legs. The Tournament is one week away, and I’ve been doing everything I can to prepare for the unpreparable. I’m working on my cardio to build stamina. Yoga and meditation to improve my breath control. Lots of sparring with mum, dad, grandpa and even Marcel, and of course, lots of target practice. You never know what challenges you’ll face in The Tournament until you’re in it, so any preparation is really just guesswork and hoping for the best.
Tension has been rising as it gets closer to D-Day. I always find Alec somewhere watching me with this conflicted expression on his face. I get the feeling he’s going through an existential crisis, b
