The final week before training camp was a study in controlled energy. The frantic, exploratory phase of the offseason was a memory. Now, every action was deliberate, a final calibration before the machine was unleashed. The air itself in Boston seemed to change, charged with the anticipatory buzz that precedes the start of something monumental. For Kyle, it was a period of synthesis, where the threads of his summer—the physical, mental, familial, and entrepreneurial—were woven together into the fabric of who he now was.
His training sessions with Marco took on a new, quieter intensity. The grueling, sweat-drenched marathons were replaced by shorter, sharper, more precise bursts. It was about fine-tuning the engine, not building it.
"We're not learning anymore," Marco stated, his clipboard in hand, tracking every shot, every sprint time. "We're remembering. We're making it automatic."
