when i run i imagine an airport and you at the opposite end with open arms and me running towards you longing for your embrace
when i squat i imagine a burning house a heavy wooden column on my shoulders and you between my legs your life being mine to save
when i do pull-ups i imagine a steep cliff and your face meeting mine drawing closer, closer, closer at my every ascent
when i deadlift i imagine you trapped underneath the belly of a car with you looking for me to lift the trunk and allow space for your escape
when i bench press i imagine myself (this time) trapped underneath the belly of a car with me pushing the car above to be able to return to your company
when i do curls i imagine you a mile away a rope attached to your hips and with each tug i repeat you grow closer by a couple of feet
when i shoulder press** i imagine a promise of a good shoulder rub courtesy of your hands once i squeeze out those last. three. reps.
and when my spirit is spent and exhaustion takes over imagination, i shall revel in the endorphins pulsating through my veins and pay gratitude to my iron muse, my unseen lover.
Though, admittedly, you can be a distraction sometimes.