Where have I been hiding
These last several months?
Just on my exercise mat in my tiny living room,
Getting tangled in giant elastic bands,
Making mistakes and fixing them,
Sweating, swearing, crying and laughing at myself,
And pulling a new body,
A new person,
Out of an old expired one.
Kinda like when a snake sheds its skin…
Maybe I sensed the oncoming mayhem of a pandemic,
But back in the darkness of February
I faced a growing dis-ease
With my own mediocrity
And my impending mortality
(I was also getting ready to turn 40…
And turning 40 will do that to a person…).
But I wasn’t settling anymore.
I can’t become complacent
And keep stuffing poison down my throat
And generating lame excuses for not pushing myself
Physically and mentally.
And I won’t allow my body to atrophy,
And never realize my own strength and dedication,
And never allow my body and mind to evolve.
And and and and!
I want to not only flirt with my own potential,
But get into it.
Deeply into it.
Like… balls deep.
I want to be the valiant Taarna
You know? That avenging angel from Heavy Metal
Who thinks nothing of charging forth
To vanquish the evil Loc-Nar.
But I have no Loc-Nar to destroy
Except for the one I already carry around inside me.
Though I might not be tall, statuesque and white-haired
And not nearly as stoic and silent as she,
I too am a force,
Or if I am not one now,
I will surely be one later.
Fuck that little glowing green asshole,
And those shithead little voices telling me
To them, I say:
Hold my water bottle, bitch….
I still have a long way to go, but I’m in no rush. It is amazing to see my muscles starting to develop. I have also lost a tonne of unneeded weight that was literally and figuratively weighing me down and holding me back from my own damn self! Fitness and real food is the best medication on earth. For me at least…. 🤘🤘🤘