Hey, what’s wrong with being a rebel’s rebel?
Isn’t there a song about them,
The extra rebellious ones.
Those who flaunt convention,
Taking the mundaneness out of life,
Daring to be different.
I know more than a few early risers
Who fit the description,
Runners, professionals, high-minded parents…
I’m running with that crew,
Literally and figuratively, a bunch who go hard,
Laugh hard, and who are living as if Chuck Norris was closing in.
It’s a crack up, the quick banter,
The sincere support, the only expectations,
Be yourself and be kind; refreshing in its rebelliousness, huh?
I know a lot of others,
Few who meet the criteria of being a rebel,
Still, fewer who are rebel’s rebels.
Having survived winter with this crew and
With the holy weeks of summer approaching,
I can’t wait to see how the rebellious ones take on the heat.
My guess is with the same disdain for norms,
Rejection of excuses, and a love of the post workout life
That percolates in this group.
So I say, “Bring it on, the limitless madness of
Soul taking, ass-kicking, and a mockery of convention all
Rebel’s rebels crave. Game on, y’all.