The last thirty days
Took a toll on me.
Running, push-ups, sit-ups
Over and over again,
Rep after rep
Until the pounds started sliding off,
The shoulders started knotting up,
And the sleep started crusting to my eyes.
It was great!
There is something about testing limits,
Not the kind my students do,
But finding out if I can still rise to a challenge,
To conquer doubt, gravity, or naysayers,
Not so much in a single bound, but
With grit, resilience, and persistence.
Throw in some stupidity, competitive fire, and stubbornness
And a great thirty days are made.