A poem- an ode to weight lifting

scouter99

Cathlete
I wrote this and thought I'd share it with all of you because I know there are MANY like-minded women (and a few men, he he) here that absolutely LIVE for their next weight workout.

Cold Steel On a Silent Morning by Denise Cran

Cold steel on a silent morning
Tired muscles still cold with sleep
Slipping the gloves on calloused hands
This early hour, a sacred time I keep

In the pre-dawn of morning I'm all alone
The dedicated and driven machine
The face in the mirror that stares back at me
Fueled by impassioned desire and caffeine

The bulge of my muscles the smell of my sweat
The squeak and the clank of the metal
The pleasure, the pain, both one and the same
Less than 100% effort no I’ll never settle

The minutes and hours fly by in a blur
No one can touch me now
Pushing my body to new realms of pain
Still wanting more- to it I’ll never bow

Drive and determination- an unfailing will
To be the best I can be
Today I beat the iron machine
The winner of this round- is me.
 
That's great! I can totally see that poem as a voice over in a Nike commercial. It really captures the feeling of lifting!
 

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