Other people get greeting cards full of nice words. I get looks... All
kinds, all day long. It’s like living in a cage. Different looks carry
different sentiments. Some are friendly. Others aren’t. Whenever I
catch a certain look from a kid new to the sport, I remember how I used
to walk past this one gym every morning. Each time, I’d stop and look
through the glass that separated me from the big boys training with
incomprehensible weights. I was intimidated but deep down, I knew I
belonged there. When I finally got the courage to join, I was at the
bottom of the food chain looking up.
Today, if I could look back and see my face as that young kid who
walked into the gym for the first time, I’ll tell you what I’d see. A
little fear mingled with something greater. Hunger... A face burning
with desire... A kid who had something to prove and wanted all the
world to know it. In the years between, I’ve learned a couple things.
First, the only person you have anything to prove to is yourself.
Second, you can watch life with your nose pressed up against the glass.
Or you can swing the doors open and step inside.