Every morning I’d wake up at five-thirty to meet the Janes at some faraway pier and chase the Los Angeles sun up into the sky while I listened to them talk about their lives, telling me stories that were so different from what I’d normally hear from my college teammates. I never knew women like this before—I certainly hadn’t encountered women like this growing up. They looked how I imagined my older self might look. They were lean and strong, but they were also beautiful. More important, they saw themselves as beautiful. They emanated confidence and helped me understand that a lean, strong
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