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.
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Dylan
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