Training Day

routine this is not

it’s an exercise

binding bone and ripping muscle

going beyond training

this is conditioning

mind to stop feeling

legs and arms to stop thinking

heart to breath

lungs beaten to submission

no routine knows this trial

this is exercising demons

confusing flesh to know pain as perseverance

an exhibition

of tears and sweat

given as sacrifice

to the gods

promising wellness

a few more good years

a body pretending not to be broken.

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  1. By the time I had finished reading this, my baby hair filled out, my waist got thinner, my rent got paid, my skin got clearer, I passed my finals, I got cast in Hamilton, like I don’t even know.

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