POV: JaxonThe weight room at midnight is the only place on this campus where I am not performing.Everywhere else I am something. On the field I am the quarterback, the Whitfield name, the legacy, the thing this entire program is quietly betting its season on. In the dining hall I am a conversation people want to have whether I want to have it or not. In my own apartment I am still somehow my father's son, even when he is four hundred miles away, even when the only thing connecting us is a key he gave himself permission to keep.Here, at midnight, with the lights down to the half setting and the only sound the low hum of the ventilation and the occasional clank of a plate finding its rack, I am just a body doing work.I like the work.I have always liked the work more than I like talking about the work, which is something my father has never understood and never tried to.I loaded the bar. Stripped it down. Loaded it again differently. I have a routine I do not deviate from, not beca
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