With each stride; each repetition,
With each run into the wind and rain,
Each set to fatigue that seems unwinnable,
with each strange look from comfortable passengers in a car,
I continue to fight.

Each rep, each stretch, each gate
means one step closer.
Each stride and pull
makes my enemies shrink in fear
and my allies feel more secure.

This isn't lifting, working out, or jogging.
This is a battle.
No, this is war.
And I forgot to bring my white flag.

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Because in the gym everything else goes out the window...it doesn't matter how much money you have, your history, what waits outside those gym doors...in these hallowed halls if only for a few hours we get to be gods. There are no more barriers, restriction, no limitations...our objectives are as close as our will to achieve them. Because men and women are sepearated in the "real world" by class, income, and reputation...but once your underneath the iron all that goes out the window and the real person comes out