Can Working Out Bring Comfort?

Sweat...

Dripping down across my face.

On the treadmill like it's a race.

When I'm done, I'll hit the weights.

To ease my stress and lift the weight.

Tired...

But I don't really care.

I continue to grind as long as I'm breathing in air.

Push ups and Pull ups until my muscles tear.

Go a little bit further than what I thought I could bare.

Scared...

Not at all, as I bench my third set.

I'm fairly impressed with what I could press.

Doing a little bit better than what I would've guessed.

Adding 20 more pounds will put me to the test.

Doing my best...

I know I can do better.

Start pushing myself to persevere through bad weather.

My mental health has been pulling together.

There's comfort in the gym, I could workout forever.