Exhaustion is a tough thing,
A sign to quit,
A call to pick it up.

When is it time to “fold in the cheese?”
Or just fold it in…
Never, if you can manage.

Keep moving forward,
Not trying is not acceptable,
“Gotta” play to have a chance

The weight of it all caught up with me today.
Running just wasn’t happening,
Legs, lungs, lethargy all working together
To prevent anything meaningful.

The social stuff, the pandemic stuff, the school stuff
A confluence of life’s issues making the day tough,
One where I felt like not doing anything,
Just sitting watching sports like I should on a Sunday.

But that wasn’t possible, I was left with news,
Something I needed to escape from, the talking heads
Having told me all about the houses burning down
And the lack of awareness by that guy acting as President.

So I ran, passing a gaggle of geese less than half a mile
From home, and that’s when the weight took over.
This route, one I’ve run hundreds of times, owned me,
A few seconds of running, a few minutes of walking.

I got my time in, took a chance with a restricted area,
And made it home for dinner.
The Fugitive was on, so I recited the lines for kicks,
Avoiding anything connected with reality.

Tomorrow will come soon, I’ll have to decide,
Rest or continue pushing my limits,
One thing, though, I’m avoiding life,
Sad, but I am worn out. Maybe I should stay in.

Sacred idols bought at dime-store prices
Mean just as much
As the ones found on a mountain or
Buried in the sand.
Eons do not make meaning,
Guts do,
Reflection does.
Power to change, to be inspired,
To get on with life in a positive way
Rests within,
The external symbols bringing little to our games
Unless a mountain was climbed or
Sands were traversed
To understand their meaning.

Get going.

How about it?

What makes a class
Work so hard
And another
Piss the time away
What makes some kids
Willing to push through boredom
And others
Become drooling zombies

Today I saw the brighter side
Three classes so in tune
With the energy of the lesson
That I barely had to do anything
Except stand there and appreciate
How hard they were working


May the rabbit come
Out of the hat
Again tomorrow.

Finding that most uncomfortable spot
Where the tension of
Power and instability convene
To make for the perfect deadlift
Is one of the happier
Pains of life

That moment just before the agonizing pull
When all of the slack has left
The bar, back, arms, and
Leaving only certainty across the whole system
That this weight was made for lifting
Is one of the happier
Illusions in life

The instant will defies gravity
The pushing, the pulling
The tensile tenacity of muscles straining
When thoughts are squeezed beyond consciousness
Bringing effort to the pulpit
Allowing enlightenment to shout out aggressively
The peace of a successful lift

Ah, deadlifting…