So, I’d just finished competing at the Ironman World Championships. I was the fittest I’d ever been in my life. I’m talking one of those lean and toned, honey-limbed, sunglass-wearing triathlon types. It was a…
I was in the worst mood before I got there. A pick-a-fight-with-Michael-for-absolutely-no-reason kind of mood. “There” was Concord Hospital, AKA the place I was flown to just days after the fire. It’s where I woke…
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