I recently heard a story about a Ravens player that I can’t seem to forget.
Heading to the gym at the Under Armour Performance Center for some after-hours exercise one evening, a front office staffer came across a player in the midst of a weight training session. But not just any session. The player, alone in the gym in the gathering dusk, was lifting huge amounts at a rat-a-tat pace, his grunts and the clanging weights combining to make a fearsome commotion in the vast room.
The session lasted for as long as the front office staffer was in the gym and ended with the player lying on the floor, sweaty and spent.