THIs i believe
This I believe that pushing myself to my absolute limit will help me realize my ultimate goal. I'm standing in front of the heavy bag my trainer told me to use. The leather is so worn and cracked from the constant abuse it takes that I'm almost worried I might be the one to break it. Being in a gym of champions is truely a humbling thing to be around. They all make so much money off of their fights that buying a new bag a replacing a new one would be no problem. It would be like me buying a meal from McDonald's, it wouldn't put the slightest dent in my wallet. But to them, this ragged and torn equipment means something. I had never realized it until now.
As I look around the gym, I see the typical sights of everyday training. Fighters giving everything they have into their training regiments, doing things that woudn't be possible for normal humans. They are a different breed of beings. They have so much motivation; so much raw talent waiting to be tapped. They'll use every bit of energy they have to release it. At some times it was almost as if I could see their bodies give in, only to watch them snap back into reality and keep moving forward. At a glance, I could see pure confidence radiate out of every pore in their bodies. Its an astonashing sight to behold.
The smell of sweat has lost its effect to me. Most people can't stomach the smell, saying its too gross or repulsive. I can hear the people who are there watch comment on the smell. They say "I don't know how much longer I stomach being in this place, its terrible". I'm not sure what they mean by that anymore. I'm sure I used to but I just dont remember anymore, it seems so long ago. The smell in the gym isn't a bad one. To me its an inviting scent that means that I've come to the right place. It means that champions are being made
It seems as if all at once, everything started to piece itself together. I began to realize what everything I had questioned meant. These fighters were not here because they wanted to be. They were there because they needed to be. They want to be the best more then anyone else. The torn bags were not there because they didn't want to spend money to replace them. They were there to symbolize the hard work, the blood, sweat, and tears that each fighter but into it. It wasn't that they needed to be replaced, it was that they couldn't be replaced. All of this filled me with emotions I had never felt before. The buzzer rang for my workout to begin. I knew now what I needed to, what I needed to do to become the best and realize my dreams. As i stepped up to the bag, I turned to my trainer, looked him right in the eye, and said "I'm Ready".
As I look around the gym, I see the typical sights of everyday training. Fighters giving everything they have into their training regiments, doing things that woudn't be possible for normal humans. They are a different breed of beings. They have so much motivation; so much raw talent waiting to be tapped. They'll use every bit of energy they have to release it. At some times it was almost as if I could see their bodies give in, only to watch them snap back into reality and keep moving forward. At a glance, I could see pure confidence radiate out of every pore in their bodies. Its an astonashing sight to behold.
The smell of sweat has lost its effect to me. Most people can't stomach the smell, saying its too gross or repulsive. I can hear the people who are there watch comment on the smell. They say "I don't know how much longer I stomach being in this place, its terrible". I'm not sure what they mean by that anymore. I'm sure I used to but I just dont remember anymore, it seems so long ago. The smell in the gym isn't a bad one. To me its an inviting scent that means that I've come to the right place. It means that champions are being made
It seems as if all at once, everything started to piece itself together. I began to realize what everything I had questioned meant. These fighters were not here because they wanted to be. They were there because they needed to be. They want to be the best more then anyone else. The torn bags were not there because they didn't want to spend money to replace them. They were there to symbolize the hard work, the blood, sweat, and tears that each fighter but into it. It wasn't that they needed to be replaced, it was that they couldn't be replaced. All of this filled me with emotions I had never felt before. The buzzer rang for my workout to begin. I knew now what I needed to, what I needed to do to become the best and realize my dreams. As i stepped up to the bag, I turned to my trainer, looked him right in the eye, and said "I'm Ready".