By Kathryn Bertine
Think George Plimpton. other than with genuine athletic skill. And he’s a lady. And she’s taken on a problem that makes Paper Lion look like a brisk video game of move Fish.
Meet Kathryn Bertine, elite triathlete, former expert determine skater, and ravenous artist. simply as her own goals start to collapse in the summertime of 2006, ESPN stakes her to a dream: Take years to make the 2008 summer season Olympics in Beijing. As sturdy As Gold is the heroic, hilarious account of Bertine’s serial labor within the geographical regions of triathlon, smooth pentathlon, crew handball, tune biking, street biking, rowing, open water swimming, racewalking, and—fasten your seatbelts—luge.
On her trip, the hindrances variety from jet lag to jellyfish, flat tires to floundering relationships, repeated rejection to highway rash. yet, as time is operating out, Bertine doesn’t sweat the small stuff, simply the large—like scouring the globe for a tiny state to undertake her, and pushing her physique and brain so far as it's going to move. probably the entire option to China.
Between harrowing, usually laugh-out-loud episodes of triumph and humiliation, Bertine takes brief “Water Breaks” to consider the ins-and-outs of fan mail, failure, rehydration, nasal reconstruction, and the way most sensible to punish steroid users.
Kathryn Bertine swims, runs, and rides—and writes—like a champion. In As sturdy as Gold, Bertine proves she has whatever extra worthwhile than an Olympic medal. She’s acquired Olympic mettle. by way of the human center, she takes the gold.
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You look—What? ” “Yes—yes. I liked swimming across the pond with you,” I said with unplanned passion. Why was I revealing feelings for him? Why was I concealing the pain? He offered a mug of tea. I reached for it with my bad arm, as if to illustrate that nothing was wrong. “Perhaps we could go again today,” I said. But the cup was oddly heavy in my hand; I could barely bring it to my trembling lips. POENA Romantic and physical pain have nothing to do with each other, I firmly believed at that time, just as there is no likeness between a broken heart and a heart attack.
I. Title. [DNLM: 1. Pain—etiology—Personal Narratives. 2. Chronic Disease—psychology—Personal Narratives. 3. Chronic Disease—therapy—Personal Narratives. 4. Pain—psychology—Personal Narratives. 5. Pain—therapy—Personal Narratives. com 1 3 5 7 9 10 8 6 4 2 Some names, certain locations, and identifying details of people have been changed to protect their privacy. For my parents Dolor dictat CONTENTS Introduction: The Telegram I. THE VALE OF PAIN, THE VEIL OF PAIN: PAIN AS METAPHOR Dolor Dictat Pain Diary: I Keep a Secret Poena The Descent of Pain Their Eyes Were Open to Suffering Evil, Hurtful Things of Darkness No God Came to the Rescue, No Goddess Took Pity on Me Pain Diary: I Avoid Diagnosis Acute and Chronic Pain Destroyer of Grief The Plan The Placebo Dilemma Repressed Negative Emotions Thistles to Thee Jesus’ Pain The Martyr’s Paradox Trial by Ordeal Pain Diary: I Decide to Get a Diagnosis The Body in Pain Pioneer Girl II.
I thrust the baby back into his mother’s arms immediately, smarting, but the touch of pain tingled as dusk gathered and the air began to chill. I continued my conversations. I thought of it as a brush of mortality, a reminder that these parties could not go on forever. Light began to fill Kurt’s bedroom, and pain filled the house of my body like smoke. I thought of a deer I had seen once as a child on a hiking trip in a summer nature camp. Its leg had disappeared beneath a tangle of roots. As our troop came near, the animal began to thrash, making a huge rustling noise, twisting its neck in desperation.