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All that will matter is how hard I trained, and how much effort I put to get myself there.

“How badly do you want it?” That’s the question I ask myself almost every morning. I wake up with the usual aches the body accumulates from prolonged inactivity. I sit up on my bed letting my legs fall to the floor. The lowlight of the morning seeps into the room from my single window and gives a calm almost dreamy look to it. I take a deep breath reminding myself to breathe. “How badly do you want it?” I’ll repeat to myself. Sometimes I am up quickly and others more slowly, but I am always up and with the same task ahead of me as the day prior.

It’s not pretty, and there is definitely not much to it; a basketball court, some monkey bars at the nearby playground, cement steps courtside, my shoes and my jump rope. It is far from the comparative luxury that is OC Muay Thai, or what will be Camp Jansson, but as I await the camps completion this is what I have.

The locals call it the Plaza. Men young and old come here to play basketball. Students come to practice their dance routines, and children to run and play. On occasion the city or different organizations will use the plaza to hold events. I on the other hand use it as my training area.

 Some run barefoot, and as they work their tiny legs they fret not once; they just laugh.

Some run barefoot, and as they work their tiny legs they fret not once; they just laugh.

“How badly do you want it?” the words resound through my mind as I stretch my calves. Even in the early morning the heat is already intense. I silently give thanks that I have a roof over my head to shield me from the full intensity of the sun just before I begin jogging. It is easy to detach ourselves from the world at times.

You live so comfortably, without any real worries aside from being on time for work or how much sleep you squeezed in last night that you forget just how good you have it. From time to time, some of the local kids will laugh as they jog along-side me. Most of them do not have shoes, just old and beaten flip-flops. Some run barefoot, and as they work their tiny legs they fret not once; they just laugh.

 Most of them do not have shoes, just old and beaten flip-flops.

Most of them do not have shoes, just old and beaten flip-flops.

It would be very easy to sit around all day. To let the days pass as construction of the Camp progresses, to allow my body to become soft and inactive. I could make the excuse that we didn’t have bags up, or there wasn’t a ring, or mirrors to shadow box in front of; but where would that land me? As I finish my last set of pull ups on the monkey bars I ask myself “How badly do you want it.” I will continue to do this throughout the day.

I grab my shirt, my water bottle and my jump rope and walk off plaza grounds. It’s not pretty, it’s not state of the art; but there will be day when I stand inside the ring and the last thing I will be thinking of is how nice my gym was. All that will matter is how hard I trained, and how much effort I put to get myself there. All that will matter is that I gave everything I have to become everything I can be. That’s how badly you have to want it.