Corazon’s BodyBlog

The other day ( it was actually night-time ) I was training shoulders. It was 10:30 p.m. I looked around the weight room as I have so many times before, only to realize that once again, I am the only one there. There is a horrible, beautiful silence all around me.

I smash through the sets, one after the other. As I march on, I realize that I am not alone. I carry the hopes and dreams and visions of battles won. I carry the flag for people who don’t have a chance. They are with me. Their voices drive me into a psychotic rage. An inkling of being tired will show its face in my routine.

All of a sudden I say, “**** that. There ain’t no time to be tired. Now is my time. So I dust off the rust and smash the **** out of the weights, the machines, the people who doubt me, the ones who would keep me down, and anything else in my way. I do it for me and mine. I do it for us. I do it for you. And I got no ****ing regrets. When it’s done I will say that I would do it again…

-Animalpak-

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