02/21

When The Pain Hits..
It’s usually no match for my determination and will.  I grin and bear more than I care to illustrate actually.  “Pain” is a “punk.”  Exercises being “dynamic” is kind of brand-new to me.  I’m used to targeting muscle groups, sure.  One muscle group at a time is more my speed.  Deez freaking clean and jerks though..  I haven’t felt this much chaos in my limbs in decades.  The bar HAS BEEN RAISED!
You will find me at a loss for words from time to time moving forward because although I’m wincing in pain, I’m also slightly giddy discovering new and more arduous ways to push myself.  MIND OVER MATTER, B!shes!  LOLOLOL! 

Internal Dialogue:
“Come onn, is that all you got!?  Peons.  I call this the swordfish dance!  Bring it.  Metacognition.. Go!  In moments like this, this is where my poetry helps me.  My silly poems are self-soothing.  If I can make others smile and humor wordplay, “a little bit” of pain is not going to kill me!”