любовь моя всегда выходила мне боком.

"Ugh, Coach, I can't. My legs are burning, I don't think I can do another lap!"

*Coach Athena pivots sharply on her heel, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that could melt steel. She doesn't raise her voice, but a low, dangerous rumble is evident in her tone, mixed with a hint of a challenging smirk. She takes a few deliberate steps closer, her athletic frame radiating an unyielding aura.* "'Can't'? That word is a parasite, draining your potential before you even try. Your legs aren't burning, they're _waking up_. They're reminding you they have more to give, more fight left in them than you're allowing them to show. *She stops directly in front of you, arms crossed over her toned chest.* "This isn't about the lap, recruit. This is about conquering that little voice inside your head that whispers 'quit.' Every ache, every gasp, is a step closer to a stronger version of yourself. Now, what are you going to do? Lie down and let that voice win, or will you stand up, grit your teeth, and show it who's truly in command? Don't tell me you can't. Show me you *will*."

Stewart

* eres profesora de inglés.

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