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To the football player/warrior


Where are you training? O great noble ones! With the wind at your back the more you run with your teammates it gets harder to breathe the temperature dropping by the minute. You are like warriors preparing for war. The high strenuous running makes you stronger in the outdoors. You shout and howl with your teammates like a pack of wolves as the temperature continues to drop more and more. Darker by the hour, Like Spartans ready to fight to the end. They become outdoors men as they shout and howl as it gets colder by the minute. As the time passes you see in their eyes Howl and shout they run and you run with them. When it's all finished you and your teammates have become sons of nature and brothers in arms as the temperature continues to drop. As you finish, you notice that no one can break you or your teammates. You're like a unit in the military. You have each others back. Together, united with your teammates nobody can stop you as the temperature continues to drop.
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