Remeber the first day of work out
Great music, super adrenalin, a rush like never before
A lovely high, visions of perfection flit thru my head!
I consciously stay away from that tempting bar of Galaxy
And the mango milkshake
It’s going to be home food and no junk
Did eat a lil Mishti tho
Some hours later the marvelous pain creeps in
My arms complain, I sit still as a statue
I have to answer the door, and my legs feel strange
They are not mine for sure
A lighting second to answer the door, took me an eon today
With much motivation pouring in from all sides I decided to not wallow in the creaking noises my body made
Went about life as normally as I could
Very slowly, cautiously, nervously, in case my body breaks into a zillion pieces
Sleep, soon sleep, should take away the pain
Next day …….
24 hours hence, I am standing - barely
I was warned the pain gets bad the next day
If this be true, then am I sadist?
I don’t want to wake up
I was miserable yday, don’t want to be today!!
And from somewhere deep within, a voice prompts me
I am back to the workout, moving ever so slowly but surely
Gotta be a sadist right?
