My daughter and I were driving to one of many appointments that surround her blossoming weightlifting career. We have an early A.R.T. appointment, then a massage, then she has to go work out. Her pursuit of a spot on Team USA is a job. For both of us. It never occurred to me that I might be raising a future Olympian. I never would have even tried for that. It came to us – which, I now know, is how it happens. They find you, not the other way around. They’re like a sporting spy agency, and they have secret agents everywhere. But, that’s not the point.
We do all this because we truly believe that she’s good enough to have a shot. She, more than me even, believes that she can and will make “The Team.”
We were talking about Kendrick Ferris, a lifter who we both “love,”…
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