Monday, Tuesday , Thursday and Friday,
Are the days I head outside to run 2k.

Staying consistent has made me lean,
Discipline fuels me up like caffeine.

Despite the fact that  I suffer from iron deficiency,
I'll never stop grinding to Maintain my ideal body.

The Greek warriors
Honed themselves
In the palaestra,
Acquiring
Sculpted physiques:
Idolized
By goddesses,
Envied
By lesser mortals

I just saw some idiot
Put a water bottle
In the pringles
Holder by the treadmill
In the gym.

You're the master
Not the disaster
Jump up, jump down through the net
You have your pupils get
To play good yet
I look at your cleats
You cast glances on the *****
I jump to spike fast
Your pure glances are cast
We have no time to rest
The marathon moves from past
Let's say love to the gym
Pleases us on the team

Is there a goal plan for how many miles to run
Before I don't hate seeing myself naked?
Do the months I pay for a gym membership
Get cashed in for a few more nights of feeling worthy
than I normally have?
Is there a sports bra to hold in the cravings?
Or even just to do what its designed to.
I never really understood sports bras.
What diet do I need to go on
so that I can love myself again?

The flags interweave in a synchronous pace.
A pattern is formed and dissolves into space.

Kaleidoscope movement and the swish of a sabre.
What flows like dance is a pain and hard labor.

Glitter and make-up fluff and curls for the show.
But there's nothing soft about the rifles they throw.

The best part of the guard is not seen by the eye.
It's teamwork and sharing and daring to try.

When the show's over and the props put away.
There's always more practice and some time to play.

So just when you think the guard is all done.
Somewhere in a gym, they're still having fun.