Dogs 2012

WORKOUT
(9/8/12)


I felt
like taking
a nap

not
exercising

but
the schedule
dictated
and it was
my only
chance

even after
an energy drink
and cranking
some heavy
metal music
the motivation
was still
missing

I suffered
and sweated
through
the first set
not seeing how
I could possibly
survive
the second

my head
hurt

my body
ached

every movement
a struggle

but I
pressed on
in stubborn
futility

by
the third
and final cycle
pain
had been joined
in my brain
by a feeling
of disassociation
from my surrounding
reality

I was
feeble

faint

possibly
just too
damned old
to be pressing
so hard

I finished

just barely

light years
away
from everyday
consciousness

forever away
from
"good shape"

I staggered
to the den
to collapse
on the couch
in a sweaty
heap

my heart
banging
on the door
of my chest
for escape

I was
an alien
on a planet
of easy
living

tortured
by a ridiculous
taskmaster
who looked
just
like
me