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Fighter in Another Life
I’ve got bruises on my knuckles,
The bandages I wrapped my hands with is stained with blood.
My muscles are straining,
My hair is sticking to my head from the sweat.
I’m swaying in exhaustion,
There is music blasting in my ears.
I can feel my bones creak and my heart is pounding,
It’s going 145 and I’m lightheaded.
I’m not the picture of health,
Not the picture of happiness.
I wheeze out a breath,
It clings to my heaving chest.
I drip sweat onto the floor,
My face is hot to the touch.
I take a break,
My back slides down the door.
As I nurse my knuckles and aching muscles,
I feel happy.
Under the spray of a freezing cold shower,
I feel happy.
I know it’s just biology,
Exercise makes your release endorphins and all that,
But it feels different.
I feel different.
Like when I’m looking at the view from a high cliff side,
Like when I’m chanting for a sports team,
Like when I’m laughing with my friends,
Like when I’m shuffling my feet lamely to my favorite songs.
I feel human,
Masculine,
Alive.
And just a little sore.
The bandages I wrapped my hands with is stained with blood.
My muscles are straining,
My hair is sticking to my head from the sweat.
I’m swaying in exhaustion,
There is music blasting in my ears.
I can feel my bones creak and my heart is pounding,
It’s going 145 and I’m lightheaded.
I’m not the picture of health,
Not the picture of happiness.
I wheeze out a breath,
It clings to my heaving chest.
I drip sweat onto the floor,
My face is hot to the touch.
I take a break,
My back slides down the door.
As I nurse my knuckles and aching muscles,
I feel happy.
Under the spray of a freezing cold shower,
I feel happy.
I know it’s just biology,
Exercise makes your release endorphins and all that,
But it feels different.
I feel different.
Like when I’m looking at the view from a high cliff side,
Like when I’m chanting for a sports team,
Like when I’m laughing with my friends,
Like when I’m shuffling my feet lamely to my favorite songs.
I feel human,
Masculine,
Alive.
And just a little sore.
Published 27th Jul 2024
Author's Note
What do you mean Kesha and theatre songs aren’t good workout songs? Do you have a thing that makes you feel so grounded and connected with the world around you? When I work out I just feel so old, so solid and real. I like it a lot.
(Also I know a heart rate of 140 is not good, I have a heart issue lmao)
(Also I know a heart rate of 140 is not good, I have a heart issue lmao)
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27th Jul 2024 11:40am
28th Jul 2024 00:49am
Hey, I'm proud of you for making it to the workout. That's half the battle.
I run, and I know what you mean... there's something liberating, that redefines who you are when you're down to will and sweat. It strips away the pretense and leaves your most real you, in my opinion.
So I'm glad you got to feel that rush! Thanks for sharing the moment.
I run, and I know what you mean... there's something liberating, that redefines who you are when you're down to will and sweat. It strips away the pretense and leaves your most real you, in my opinion.
So I'm glad you got to feel that rush! Thanks for sharing the moment.
