Chapter Five: They Need Me to Fall Behind

Mara laid the results on the table. “Lactate clearance, deep-sleep repair, neural inflammation control—all down. This isn't temporary.” “Can I train it back?” “It didn't take your energy. It took your future ability to recover energy. One game a week may become chronic damage.” Applause sounded at the door. Grant entered and placed a new plan on the table. Its first page read: ULTRA-TEMPO PACKAGE—DOWN FOURTEEN OR MORE. “Three straight wins,” he said. “We finally found the correct way to use you.”