EVERYONE LOOSES BATTLES, FEW GO ON TO WIN THE WAR

When I used to race motorcycles, everyone would call me ironman. At first I had no idea why. Then, I decided I would ask them. I found out that our friends and people at the races nicknamed me this because I would often times crash, fight from the back, and still win the race.

I was never the fastest rider or the most talented rider, but I was the strongest and I worked for it. If you ask anyone they will tell you this. I never gave up and I always believed that I could win. When I was young, my dad trained me to get up as fast as I could, when I would crash. He always told me to never give up and be tough. Like I said before, he was a tough love kind of dad.

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