Take the following for whatever it's worth. I wrote it a while back.
Let it not be said that we
Winced in fear of men's words;
Nor in fear of their might or madness.
Let it not be said that we
Lived by the instruments of war;
But that, if forced, could wield them.
Let it not be said that we
Battled for the glory of our pride;
But for the defeat of our weaknesses.
Yet let it be said that we were
Men who lived willingly, and died gladly,
By one simple yet iron code:
In battle, victory;
In defeat, dignity;
But above all else, the tireless forging
Of character.
Let this be our lasting legacy.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The Real Deal
Seventy percent of those who say they want to fight are lying to themselves. It takes a special (or should I say, insane) person to want to fight. There are posers everywhere. And many of them don't realize they're posers. They may truly believe they want to fight, but they don't. These are the guys who tell everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) about their upcoming fight; worry more about their posed picture on a website than actual training; and seldom show up to class. And when they do show up, they stay little more than an hour. It takes more than that to fight professionally.
Before you come in here telling me you want to fight, be honest with yourself. You might be a great guy who is very sincere. But do you know what you're getting yourself into? Fighting is a lot more than having your friends drive from Miami to watch you step into a cage. It's more than posting your training pictures on MySpace for your family to see. It's more than going to the gym and pressing some weight around, grunting and groaning for all to see and hear. It's about working your ass off each and every day. It's about pushing through your limitations, not whining about the occasional discomforts of sparring or drillwork. It's about bonding as a team. And how can you be part of a team if your teammates seldom see you in the gym? Fighting is about getting bloody; getting sweaty; feeling sore beyond belief. It's the hardest fucking thing you will ever do, and if you don't realize that, you're gonna get hurt. Bad.
It is my job to make sure you're training. And training hard. It's my responsibility to call off a fight if you aren't laying it on the line each and every day. Many of us have other jobs, so we have to miss a few classes here and there. But come on people! It's called a phone! Call your trainer and tell him something came up. Keep your gym in the loop. It's disrespectful beyond belief to think you can just do what you want, whenever you want, and never be held accountable. Your girlfriend can wait. And if she doesn't understand your need to train, dump her. She's a bitch.
I tell my guys that we don't train to BE fighters, we train because we ARE fighters. We all have our personal fights. Trust me, sometimes it's a fight just to get up in the morning. But we all have to push through and make sacrifices. No sacrifice? No success. It's that simple. Don't come in the gym and waste your time, or mine, if your blood isn't black and gold. (Our Spartan colors). Don't waste your talents on fighting if there's something else out there your heart is set on. Not everyone can fight. Wake up. But be delusional on your own time. My time is too important to me. I have to get fighters ready for the cage. Are you a fighter or a poser? Decide now ... and get the hell out of my way.
Before you come in here telling me you want to fight, be honest with yourself. You might be a great guy who is very sincere. But do you know what you're getting yourself into? Fighting is a lot more than having your friends drive from Miami to watch you step into a cage. It's more than posting your training pictures on MySpace for your family to see. It's more than going to the gym and pressing some weight around, grunting and groaning for all to see and hear. It's about working your ass off each and every day. It's about pushing through your limitations, not whining about the occasional discomforts of sparring or drillwork. It's about bonding as a team. And how can you be part of a team if your teammates seldom see you in the gym? Fighting is about getting bloody; getting sweaty; feeling sore beyond belief. It's the hardest fucking thing you will ever do, and if you don't realize that, you're gonna get hurt. Bad.
It is my job to make sure you're training. And training hard. It's my responsibility to call off a fight if you aren't laying it on the line each and every day. Many of us have other jobs, so we have to miss a few classes here and there. But come on people! It's called a phone! Call your trainer and tell him something came up. Keep your gym in the loop. It's disrespectful beyond belief to think you can just do what you want, whenever you want, and never be held accountable. Your girlfriend can wait. And if she doesn't understand your need to train, dump her. She's a bitch.
I tell my guys that we don't train to BE fighters, we train because we ARE fighters. We all have our personal fights. Trust me, sometimes it's a fight just to get up in the morning. But we all have to push through and make sacrifices. No sacrifice? No success. It's that simple. Don't come in the gym and waste your time, or mine, if your blood isn't black and gold. (Our Spartan colors). Don't waste your talents on fighting if there's something else out there your heart is set on. Not everyone can fight. Wake up. But be delusional on your own time. My time is too important to me. I have to get fighters ready for the cage. Are you a fighter or a poser? Decide now ... and get the hell out of my way.
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