Spotting My Coach

I blew out my knee and lost the only future I had. Then I walked into Foundry before dawn, and Dana Boyd put her hands on my hips, fixed my lift, and told me to give her one more.She is forty-one. She owns the box. She was the real thing once, an elite competitor, before her own knee ended it, and she runs the place like the drill nobody argues with. She coaches me on trade because I cannot pay, w...