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If You Want To Be Successful In The Gym, In The Classroom, In College Or When You Get Out And Go Into The World Of Work, That Is Going To Be Determined By How Hard You Are Willing To Work.

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If You Want To Be Successful In The Gym, In The Classroom, In College Or When You Get Out And Go Into The World Of Work, That Is Going To Be Determined By How Hard You Are Willing To Work.

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