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Jan 2013
With a tension in my nerves,
My motor skills flex and rewrite what they used to know.
It takes a sense of intention and commitment
to change what your body knows and what it never was.
Built for speed, forgetting to slow down, forgot how to stop.
Autopilot.
I forgot that life isn't just a sport to win, it's for playing also.
Nobody is counting your home runs, nobody cares about your record.
The only thing that matters is the fish that you caught, the fish you lost,
The mountains you climbed, the lakes that you swam, the sweat you gave, the blood you let flow,
The children you taught the game to.
Life is short.
Swing hard, run fast, exercise and practice.
So that when that moment comes when you are at the finish line, you know you gave it your best.
Remember to give your muscles memory.
From birth to death.
Kevin Eli
Written by
Kevin Eli  California
(California)   
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