Monday, September 7, 2015

A poem on working out

Coming home from work
go to the gym, bum around, it’s a toss
a billion excuses made by the body
but time to show that the mind is the boss

running on the treadmill
10 minutes later
Sweating buckets
but feel so much better

hitting the weights
feeling full body today
biceps pumping, quads burning
will finish this rep, come what may

this ditty comes to my head
as I do a few planks and stretch
the end of a rewarding workout
another day, another mind-body battle ahead

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