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Chapters (48)
  1. Dedication
  2. Author’s Note
  3. Part 1. October 2019
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Part 2. November 2019
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Part 3. December 2019
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Part 4. January 2020
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Part 5. February 2020
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Part 6. March 2020
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Part 7. April 2020
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Part 8. May 2020
  34. Chapter 24
  35. Chapter 25
  36. Chapter 26
  37. Chapter 27
  38. Chapter 28
  39. Part 9. June 2020
  40. Chapter 29
  41. Chapter 30
  42. Chapter 31
  43. Chapter 32
  44. Part 10. July 2020
  45. Epilogue
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Author
  48. Copyright

“I ate a version of this pretty much every single day back when I was training,” I say. “It’s like comfort food.”

“Exactly, same,” he says.

There’s a moment where neither of us says anything. I could change the subject to something completely professional, like Hallie’s floor routine—but I recognize it wouldn’t hurt for Ryan and me to get to know each other on a friendlier, more personal level, too.

“I actually love to cook,” I tell him. “My first few years in California, I lived in dorms or these tiny apartments with bad kitchens, but eventually, I moved into this place with a huge, awesome setup for cooking. For the first time in my life, it was like I had both the space and the lifestyle to actually enjoy food.”

“Oh, wow,” he says. He looks down and pokes a piece of chicken with his fork. “I wish I had known that before serving you this.”

“No, no, don’t worry, this is good,” I lie. “And it’s so nice of you to share. Maybe I’ll cook something for you sometime.”

I can’t tell if I’m overstepping a boundary, but he doesn’t seem to flinch.

“It’s funny that you say that you could enjoy cooking more once you left gymnastics,” he notes. “That’s how I felt about working out.”

“Yeah?”

“It turns out, once the pressure of winning medals isn’t hanging over your head, you can chill out a little more,” he says.

“No kidding,” I deadpan.

“I used to get so bored with conditioning when I was a gymnast, but after I retired, I realized I missed that kind of workout. So that’s why I started lifting weights just for me—not for the sake of the sport.”

“Ha, see, I felt the opposite way. I’ve done enough conditioning for one lifetime,” I say.

“Fair enough,” he says.

“How’d you get into coaching?” I ask.

“Back in high school, I coached kids’ classes, just to make a little money during the summers,” he explains. “So I knew I liked it. And then around the time I was thinking of retiring, my old coach from Michigan connected me to Mary here at Summit. The timing was perfect, since Hallie was leveling up and wanted to work one-on-one with a coach. The Conways looked into Powerhouse, but Dimitri didn’t have room for her at the time.” He explains that Dimitri’s hands were full with other gymnasts: Emma Perry, Skylar Hayashi, Brit Almeda. “And the Conways were pretty reluctant to find another coach in another state because of Todd’s career. So I was the best option—better than nothing.”

“They took a pretty big chance on you,” I say.

He knocks his knuckles against the wooden windowsill behind him. “Trust me, I’m grateful for that every single day.”