The week after he retires was the hardest, most painful week of his life—and he’d done ruthless two-a-days under Coach Foster.

He was still waking up at five for morning practices, internal alarm clock forcing him up and out of bed, only to realize there was nowhere for him to go and nothing to do. It was an empty feeling. Most people would probably be relieved to be able to sleep in, but not him. He’d use that time to instead go on a run or maybe to the gym, but that didn’t fill that void.