I go to the gym
One hour and one day at a time
I curl two 80-lb dumbbells
I bench one barbell with two plates
On run days I double knot my Adidas
Crank up my ITunes library
Turn up the RPMs on the treadmill
And I enter a world free of all traces of stress
On leg days I remember why
Squats hurt more later
Calf muscles need attention too
And how you can never stretch enough
The gym is my home away from home
I go there with my fellow fitness gurus
Drinking my well mixed protein shake
Along with gallons and gallons of water
We sculpt our arms, legs and bodies
Like Michaelangelo chiseling out David
With our pain, sweat and tears
We find inner as well as outer strength
We build our mental confidence
In unison with our physical muscles
After the treadmill we shed away pounds
As well as the stress of a day's work
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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