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These are just my rant and raves about training, competition, anything, and nothing. First and foremost I’m not a writer, so don’t e-mail me about my grammar, use of punctuation or spelling if anything it’s the computer’s fault, I fucking use spell check.

Loyalty

By Rudy Hernandez

            Loyalty-

1.      the state or quality of being loyal

2.      Faithful adherence to a sovereign, government, leader, cause, etc.

3.      An example or instance of faithfulness, adherence, or the like: a man with fierce loyalties.

What does loyalty mean now-a-days? Not much if you ask me. I’m 33 years old, and although I feel like I’ve been around the block a few times, I always ask for guidance from those whom I respect and have that been down the same roads I am traveling (Just ask James). In doing so I’ve learned a lot about loyalty.

In the Marine Corps Semper Fi means Always Faithful, but not everyone in the Corps is. Like my Judo Coach told me before I joined, “Rudy, there are a lot of people in the Marine Corps, but there are very few Marines.” Let me tell you he was right. I’ve also worked closely with all the other branches of service, and even though we all crack on one another, we all share a common bond. We are all fighting the same fight. When the bullets are flying, it doesn’t matter who’s next to you, you’re just glad there’s someone there.

“So Rudy what the fuck’s your point?”

Hole on le me splain.

We all have been screwed over by people, but you never expect your friends to do it to you. Hell I’ve been fucked over by friends I’ve called family. It hurts alot when your “friends” turn their back on you, but it hurts most when it’s for something stupid like money. You know I’ve never seen a hearst with a luggage rack on it. We have enough shit to deal with. We don’t need our brothers and sisters throwing rocks at us.

I have very few friends. Why? Because I hardly have time to hang out with anyone (If you read my last rant you would know why). My friends; my family, are the warriors who I train with on a daily basis; the mother fuckers who kick my ass every day in the gym to make me a better fighter and coach. It’s true what they say that when you suffer with someone, you create a bond. That is what the Spartan Pit is about.

When I say that The Spartan Pit is extreme pain I mean it. Most people who try the training once never come back. Shit, some even quit half way and say, “you people are crazy!” and leave. And that’s fine. I don’t want those people here. If it’s that easy to quit on themselves, what do you think they will do to you.

Those that stay rely on one another; you have to. I put my warriors through extremely hard circuits because the more you sweat in the gym the less you bleed on the street. And hearing words of encouragement from your brothers and sisters helps you push through the pain. You push further than you would have than without it. You appreciate one another and thus a bond is created. I mean what I say, “everyday you don’t come you weaken the group.” That’s why I keep roll.

I’m not doing this shit to make money. I wanted to surround myself with people of like mind; “brothers of the sword”. And I have. The warriors I train with are loyal to me. And I will be there for them no matter what the cost. The Spartan Pit is a brotherhood. A commitment you make to one another; a commitment you make to yourself. It’s a life long endeavor to reach the unattainable. And frankly, if your just here for yourself, you can keep your ass at home. I don’t give a shit how much you want to pay. I’m here for those warriors who want to be a part of a group that looks out for each other. Someone you can count on away from The Pit when all the chips are down. We call those people family. And a family is loyal to one another even in the face if death.