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“Right Jab, Left hook, uppercut! Come on champ you can do better than that, work!!” my trainer barks at me. Its what I have been hearing since I stepped foot into the ring. By now everybody has gathered around the ring to watch me spar with my friend Alissa. Some are shouting combinations while others just screaming and cheering. FOCUS! I think to myself as I take a hard hit to the side. I can almost sense the disappointment of my trainer. I try to quickly recover with a powerful right, left, uppercut combination.
As soon as I get out of the ring, I prepare myself for the loud lecture about focus, disipline and commitment from my trainer, Hector. But, when I step out of the ring I am greeted with kind eyes and a smirk that means more training. I have gotten to know this look very well over the past year ever since I won the junior olympics in my category. I get to take a five minute break, the gatorade tastes so sweet in my dry bloody mouth as the cold water I pour over my head wakes me up from my thoughts.
Now is time for the run, I think as Hector beckons me with a pair of four pound ankle weights. Alissa, gives me a small good luck smile as I do the same to her. The run, a two-hour run that goes up and down escalators that seem to be facing against you, hills that seem to mock you as you try to get up there steep concrete bodies. The run was created by Hector when he trained my older brother Nick. Before I walked out I made sure to stick my tongue out at Alissa and mouthed, trainings a bitch. She laughed and then got back to punching the heavy bag like it had just stolen her cake.
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