First off, I gotta say “I told you so”. Lebron and the Heat choke again, and to the Mavs go the spoils. (As a Spurs fan it kind of hurts me to say it, but the Mavs played their asses off and deserved that ring).
Now that that’s out of the way… I’ve been thinking a lot over the past week or so about what makes a winner a winner.
I’ve also been dealing with a bunch of excuse-makers and cry-babies.
And I’m SICK of it.
I talk to kids (high school athletes) all the time. Pretty much every single one of them says they WANT to be great. They WANT to be the best. They WANT to win.
Then they don’t show up for workouts. They make excuses about this or that.
“I don’t have time,” but they’re making facebook statuses during workout time and staying up all night.
“I don’t have the money,” but you see pictures of them partying with their friends and talk of them doing this or that. I also held a contest where I gave the athletes a chance to win FREE training for the whole summer.
Only a select few even took the time to enter.
Then I have people who didn’t enter telling me they don’t have the money but want to train!!??
Well why the hell didn’t you enter the contest?
That tells me it’s not important enough to them.That they don’t REALLY care.
They don’t NEED to be successful.
When I was in high school, I was always the last one to leave the gym.
Coaches, teammates, whoever. I was the last one there.
My coach started to have me lock up the gym during my FRESHMAN year.
He gave me a key during my sophomore year after my buddy and I kept on going by his house on WEEKENDS to pick it up so we could train.
When’s the last time YOU were that dedicated?
But you know what, it’s funny how our group is the only team to have EVER won a playoff game in school history.
Funny how I started my high school career as a skinny, weak quarterback who couldn’t throw a spiral to save his life and couldn’t throw the ball 25 yards. Literally. I was THAT bad.
Funny how after four years I gained 70 pounds of muscle, could throw the ball over SIXTY yards, and was All-State my senior year.
Funny how my training partner started his career as a short, fat, slow offensive lineman who rode the bench on JV and ended up as a first team All-District middle linebacker. (He was still really short, though, haha–love you man!)
Years of hard work paid off. We spent hours working on our “craft”, weekends, nights, whatever.
We SUCKED when we started off as freshmen. SUCKED. But we WORKED our way into 1st team All-District, District MVP, All-State as individuals and into State Semi-Finalists as a team.
I go back now and offer training I would have KILLED for when I was in high school.
You tell me.
It’s time to step up.
How bad do you want it?
Will you make excuses and remain a loser, or will you be a winner and “find a way”?
If you’re a crybaby and loser, please leave the website.
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