Captive
“As a toddler I’d been a rink rat at the arena near my hometown of Humboldt, Iowa, learning to skate with my two brothers. I was fighting other boys for the puck before kindergarten. I’d gotten serious about weight training when I started high school, after my coach Paul Martini talked to me about greatness being something that’s earned with hard work.
Physical and mental strength were part of who I was. Early mornings, late nights, grueling training, aching muscles and the constant knowledge that someone else would kill to take my place. I had a mantra that came from Martini, who shaped me into the player I was: I might not be the fastest, or the smartest, or the biggest, but I’d never, ever be outworked. It had gotten me to the top and kept me there.
But I learned from experience that strength takes many forms. And nothing had ever impressed me more than the strength Kate had shown in the past few months. It’d been six weeks since she met me in Nashville, and not only was the wife I’...d been missing back, she was better than ever.MoreLess
Physical and mental strength were part of who I was. Early mornings, late nights, grueling training, aching muscles and the constant knowledge that someone else would kill to take my place. I had a mantra that came from Martini, who shaped me into the player I was: I might not be the fastest, or the smartest, or the biggest, but I’d never, ever be outworked. It had gotten me to the top and kept me there.
But I learned from experience that strength takes many forms. And nothing had ever impressed me more than the strength Kate had shown in the past few months. It’d been six weeks since she met me in Nashville, and not only was the wife I’...d been missing back, she was better than ever.MoreLess
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