Dogs 2014

EVENING CAL
(3/5/14)


these
regimens
of exercise
serve little
purpose
at 54

I am not
training
for the Olympics

or professional
sports

or any
arduous
physical task
ahead

they simply
serve
to stave off
the inevitability
of flab

inflexibility

insanity

the most important
lesson learned
is that I can
still
expend the effort
even when all
that I can envision
after work
is collapsing
upon the couch
in a coma
of exhaustion

I know
that if I can
survive
those first few reps
I can salvage
an otherwise
lackluster existence
of low energy

no one
else
knows

no one
else
cares

but I realize
that if I'm ever
in a situation
where my reservoir
of resources
to react
have ebbed
so low
that making a fist
seems
an impossibility

there is
still
something left
inside
to move me
through the morass
of inertia

a dulled
edge
of advantage
that may just save
my ass
some day

"working out
tonight?"

she asks

you bet
my life
I am