Roberto slapped the buzzing clock into silence. Could it really be 4:00 am already?
He hurt. All over. Last night’s fight had been a rough one, and he bore the cuts and bruises to prove it.
Groaning, he rolled from the bed and grinned. Yes, it had been rough, but also glorious. He could feel the belt hanging heavy about his waist. The best feeling in the world. He was the champ.
That wasn’t permission to rest though. He hadn’t become the champ by resting. The gym waited.
Pulling on sweats, he stepped into the cold. It was time to train.
I don’t think most people understand the mind of an athlete. They think that they train to reach the top without giving thought to what it takes to stay there. The thing is, the training never stops. Whether an athlete falls short or reaches the ultimate goal, the training continues.
If you thing about it, it’s a lot like writing.
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