На информационном ресурсе применяются рекомендательные технологии (информационные технологии предоставления информации на основе сбора, систематизации и анализа сведений, относящихся к предпочтениям пользователей сети "Интернет", находящихся на территории Российской Федерации)

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This morning I woke up at 6:00 and went straight to the gym

I entered the basketball courts and there were no lights on. I had only the rising sun shining through the ceiling windows to enlighten the room. No one was there. I was accompanied only by empty  bottles from last night's tournament, and my own burning desire to rebuild myself into the man that is trapped within fat and past regrets.
I laced my shoes up, and stretched my developing muscles exhausted from yesterday's workout.
With headphones in ear, I began to shoot. I started at the left wing. Ten shots went up, and six fell through the nylon net. On to the left corner. Another ten shots fired away, but this time only three of them connected. Slightly annoyed, I continued to the next spot, and then to the next, shooting ten times at each until my wrist had flicked one hundred times...And then I did it again, and once more for good measure.Sweaty and fatigued, I looked up to find an old man in athletic clothing staring at me from the track above. Leaning on the railing, he yells out to me, "You got a good jumper, kid. You on a team?" To which I replied that I'm not.At this point he exited the track and came downstairs. He entered the basketball courts and walked up to me. He smiled and said, "You don't play for a team. Yet here you are in a darkened gym on a Thursday morning shooting jumpshot after jumpshot. Here you are chasing every rebound at full sprint and pounding your chest at every made shot. No one is watching you. No one is challenging you. No one is keeping track of your shooting percentage. No one is relying on you to improve your game.
No one is cheering you on. Yet here you are busting your ass and dripping with sweat. Why?"
I paused for a moment, shrugged and said, "I don't know...But I feel like I owe it to myself. I owe it to the sedentary child that I once was. He dreamed of greatness and was only ever met with mediocrity. Now with knowledge and resources in mind and hand, I strive for greatness. In every aspect of my life. I push myself further than anyone ever dared push me before. I transcend my self imposed limitations and forge my own circumstances. No one is going to hand me success. I must go out and get it myself. That's why I'm here. To dominate. To conquer. Both the world, and myself."
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