A Failures Guide to Winning: I Rise

I had hit the ground, sweating and covered in dirt. The whistle blew screeching at me and inflaming my senses to rise again. So, I rose. “Down,” the heavyset man screamed in the sweltering Georgia heat. My body was breaking down, my air and heart were failing me. With each down call and every whistleContinue reading “A Failures Guide to Winning: I Rise”