Oh... shit. So many things go through my head, it depends on how my day went up until my training session.
If I get anything to feed the fire, then I'm set. Fights with my abusive, assholeish family, arguements with very close friends, breakups in relationships, deaths of anyone dear to me even from the past. I just focus on everything, all the rage and aggression I have pent up inside me, and pool it all together to push myself to the limit every workout, battering and destroying every fiber in every muscle being worked, with my music blasting in the background motivating me.
It's simply that passion for fighting, and wanting to be the best, or one of the. I want to excel past the others in school. I want them to fear me. I want them to cower. I want them to understand my sheer drive, and determination. And I want them to know, no matter what it is I do, if my heart's in it, I won't fucking quit until the day that I die. And even then, in death, I'll still continue to strive for my place in greatness. I won't let myself be beaten. I can't do it.