You wake up at the crack of dawn, put on your sweats, suck down a shake and you’re out the door.  Time to hit the road.  It’s early, its dark. It’s cold.  But you can feel only one thing.  Your adrenaline pumping as eye of the tiger pumps through your headphones.  You start out with a jog, as your body warms and the tunes keep jamming you only have one thing on your mind.  Your opponent.  How hard is he training?  Not a hard as me.  If he runs 3 miles I run 5, if he runs 5 miles I run 10.  I will do whatever it takes to be the best.  I will not allow my opponent to beat me.  I will not allow my training to beat me.  Everything in life that’s comes across my path is just another opponent that must be dealt with.  This run, that’s right, your ass is mine.  I finished in 30 minutes yesterday, today it’s gonna be 29.  As my legs get through each mile I do not tire, instead I get stronger.  Every mile is one mile closer to my destiny.  To be a champion.  Most people are exhausted after a run, but not us.  We are a whole different breed.  The run is just a warm-up.  Just a little taste of training.  We start steady and finish strong.  As we get closer to the finish line we cannot help but think am I working hard enough?  I must push myself harder!  I must train harder than him!  I will not, I cannot be beat!  So instead of slowing as you tire you dig down and pick up the pace.  That’s right finish strong, that’s how we win.

Now that my morning therapy session is complete its time for a quick protein bar and bottle of water.  What next. Oh yeah!  The weight room.  This is where we get strong.  Loud tunes, weights clanking, lots of sweat.  How much do I bench?  More than you!  How much do I squat? More than you!  That’s right, I don’t care who you are, you don’t train harder than me!  The other team did 10 reps, we’re doing 12.  My opponent squats 300, I squat 350.  And if I can’t I will not leave this room until I can.  Why?  I am determined.  I am on a mission.  I will be a champion.  I will lift harder, I will lift longer and I will train with twice the intensity as you.  Are you prepared to lay it on the line for one thing?  Are you prepared to sacrifice as much as me?  Are you willing to give your life to this cause?  You better be, because I am.

Shower up, get a quick meal, something light because we’re not done yet.  Couple hours to study and off to the ole room.  The smell of sweaty, stinky clothes, knee pads that haven’t be washed in a year, its 90 degrees plus, so stuffy its hard to breath and you can only think one thing.  I love this shit!  Time to get to work.  Two hours of non-stop, hardcore, balls to the wall training.  On-on-one, man to man combat.  Me verse you.  One of us is going down and it ain’t gonna be me.  We are on the same team, we are brothers, but in this circle you are the next opponent to be dealt with.  Break a finger, tape it up and get back in there.  Bloody nose, stuff some gauze in there and get back to scrappin.  Knocked out cold.  You okay?  Good then on your feet, 7 minute match! In here, we sweat, we bleed, we hurt.  We wouldn’t have it any other way.  Welcome to our world.  We are Centenary Wrestling.