I was there because I was hungry to realize my goal of someday fighting professionally in the octagon, to be worthy of that honor. Today I train in all types of facilities, focusing on what I’m doing and not where I am. 

Rocky Marciano was a poor boy who grew up just outside Boston. He became the only heavyweight boxing champion to win every fight of his professional career (1952-1956), most by KO. He perfected his legendary right power punch while training in unimpressive gyms. Rocky thrived when working out on old equipment in worn facilities. He liked the look and smell that reminded him of earlier, hungry days. 

Horse racing’s greatest, Willie Shoemaker, was a contemporary of Marciano. Also a poor boy, he went on to become the first jockey to win over $100 million. Deep into his career, a sports writer asked Shoemaker how he lost his competitive drive. Willie replied: “It’s hard to get up at 5 in the morning, when you’re wearing silk pajamas.” 

There are Willies and there are Rockies. Some who lose their appetite and some for whom the fire in the belly never dies. 

When you just don’t feel it anymore, it’s time to bow out. Lose your hunger and you’ll end up someone else’s food. 

Keep Striving, Rich Franklin