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Hardcore, good new years motivation.
When I was 15 I was dead set on joining the legion, I was studying French, going on long runs in the early morning before school in the dark or climbing out my bedroom window with a 100lbs of weights in my army pack and walking up and down the steep field next to my house sometimes backwards with a balaclava on, in the snow filling my lungs with the crisp winter air, pounding the weights for hours when I got home from school, smashing the opposition on the rugby pitch, being the strongest fittest bastard coming close second in the cross country race, fighting with and strangling the necks of bullies in school and arm wrestling the strongest teacher and nearly beating him and climbing Italys highest independent peak the Grand Paradiso in the thin high altitude air and jumping out of a plane with a chute on solo (automatic open) Fittest I ever was. Then I decided to don the thong instead and wage war on stage.