 I had always heard this urban legend of how insanely intense Kobe's individual workouts were. Well, I figured now that I was on camp staff, this was my chance. This was my shot. So I went up to him at my first opportunity and asked if I could watch one. And he was so gracious and said, sure, man, I'm going tomorrow at four. The nerd that I was had just got done looking through the camp schedule, which said the first workout with the kids was the next day at 3.30. Well, he clarified that with a wink and said, And I figured if I was going to be there anyway, I might as well try and impress him. I might as well try and leave my mark. So I come up with the genius plan to beat him to the gym. So I set my alarm for 3 a.m. The alarm goes off. I quickly get myself together and I hop in a taxi and I go to the gym and I step out of the cab. Now it's 3.30 in the morning. It is pitch black outside. And yet from the parking lot, I can see that the gym light is already on. I can even hear a ball bouncing and sneakers squeaking. He had foiled my plan to beat him to the gym.