The dressing room is pretty cool. Standing on a wooden platform, a figure you are putting a tight black shirt with long sleeves.
"To make the fight, any kind of struggle, they say that it serves a lot of strength. All true.
What you do not say, however, makes the whole thing a little 'complicated'.
He slips slowly a pair of white trousers, large, raw cotton.
"The Fighting I discovered later, unfortunately. I always liked a lot beating her hands, and I never considered the possibility of fighting, I tried a few lessons of Greek-Roman, but the prospect of wearing the body does not thrill me that much, so I've got let go immediately.
Then you age, you want the physical, I want to take the bales are broken fists in his mouth, I tried to give me the Judo. If I'd ever done. "
Tie pants after they close with two straps to the sides.
"Now I train six times a week, you and I say six, not three, not one-day-and-one-is-no, every damn day of the week. No, Sunday does not count as days of the week.
I said no.
Now we are fighting. Judo and BJJ. What made it seem two airplane models, and instead are two styles. What a
then looks at me and laughs in his face. Well, old if you do you, I figured if I come!
they told me that in many, many really. Then they have come in just a few. And no one has returned.
big people, too. Powerful. What I got up from the ground with one arm, really. People that life has treated them too well either, not the first jocks to go down the street.
only that he lacked the Zic.
dicotone He puts on a heavy coat in the rough, a little stiff.
"is called" the Zic "that little bit more that distinguishes something special for reasons not completely accurate. Type: A girl in the media, not everyone is figona, but nice, eh, pretty sure that hog dog know it's pretty? Oh, there, but how do you call that there? Eh? No, well, I was interested ... and I must say, it's not a thing out of this world, but I do not know, and has the something that, yes, that tells me more, I do not know what I mean ...
, which has the the Zic.
Ah, Zic pronounce the "Z" sweet, the kind of S whistling of our parts.
I said? He missed the
Zic, here. To those who came to train, not the girl before. That the Zic had it, But not for the fight, or at least not what I mean.
who are not even your so-called potential that you do like. That is, for a while ' si, ma mica dura, eh. Puoi essere anche un fenomeno, ma ci vuole davvero di più.
Perché vincere è la parte facile, si sa; anche se a me no è mai capitato. Dicono che sia bello.
Ciò che non viene compreso, che poi è il fulcro della faccenda, è che il concetto di vittoria è relativo. Così come quello di forza.
Per esempio, io sono vecchio per quello che faccio. Si dai, faccio pure un pochino ridere, da vedere. Son lì che mi smanio, e volo, e faccio un sacco fatica. E c’ho ancora un grado ridicolo, roba da nascondersi.
E non ho mai fatto una gara. Mai. Neanche una medaglia. Un trofeo. Anche di partecipazione, un “beh dai, almeno c’hai tried. "
Nada, nothing, niet.
I do not need the medals. To you maybe yes, nothing evil, eh, God forbid.
Prizes? I leave them there all that stuff on the shelves I have too.
I do not need them, because I win every time. I am strong.
Because nobody, and nobody, can beat me.
Why I continued. Grit your teeth, keep the evil, by the by. Su.
Why is never enough. What do you think that hurt? Come on, is that my mother gave me stronger. "
crosses the edges of the jacket front.
" Because every time I have thrown down, I have raised. "
to tie a belt of cotton to life and walks veros the door.
" And I have not stopped. "
Walk on!
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