Spartan Nation Literary Works

The Man in the Arena

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This short speech by Theodore Roosevelt is our creed at the Spartan Nation.

The Other Side

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An original poem  by Coach Dan

Spartan Nation Poem

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Find out what Spartan Nation is all about!

Spartan Nation Mission Statement

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The Spartan Nation exists to emotionally balance, physically transform, and mentally elevate.

The Man in the Arena

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by Theodore Roosevelt

  

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

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The Other Side

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He stepped into the cage with all intentions to win

Not a doubt in his mind, just like the other matches had been

He was calm, confident, and then it began

Unfortunately, this time it didn’t go as he’d planned

He struggled, he strived, boy, he really did fight

And after all of his efforts, and deep into the night

A victory was awarded, and all manner of praise

But not for him, his hand was not raised

What a hard fought battle, 3 rounds to the bell

For the fans in the stands, he’d been beaten to hell

Then the critics arose from their cold seats in the back

Every finger they could point, they pointed with attack

“He was slow, he was awkward, did he even train?” they’d shout

So bold these cowards to destroy the boy who’d fought his heart out

After the lights went dim and he sat with just the closest of friends

He pondered all the negativity and came to a decision

It’s better to be on the other side of a win, then to simply never ever have been.

Spartan Nation Poem

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by Dan Huber

  

I've heard of a place, where the men stand tall, and every woman can hold her own. Victory and defeat abound here, but true courage, in each, is shown. It is said far and wide, this is where true Warriors abide, where there's power through knowledge and training. The legend goes that for each of their foes battles prove rough and straining. Everyone's equal there, each one with their goals, striving 'till greatness is found. Battling it out amongst themselves, improving round after round. But not one with a rank, saying I'm better than you, no caste system, no belts, no station. The only rank you hear of…is Warrior at the Spartan Nation!