Another Day of Exercise

Where are the battle fields? I spent a pleasant afternoon yesterday, watching a King Arthur movie with a friend. Vicariously, I journeyed through the mire of conquest and valor. I flinched sinew and muscle with each victory and heroic sword thrust. My blood surged might and right, and I enjoyed myself. I longed for more, not more footage of cinema, but for more valor and bravery. Where are my battle fields?

Against the darkness, the mire of slumber I move. My mind wavers, questions the insanity of it all. "Why not wait. Skip today," I think. To lift these libs of lead seems too great an effort, much less to get up and exercise. Here lies my simple, quiet quest: To be fit, to reduce my chance of early death, to demand that my body live, forcing blood and breath to surge through my very being, cleansing and renewing me for another day. Brush aside this simple choice if you will, and in such discounting might I join you another day, but today, I rise victorious. Today this slain foe of apathy and sloth rest lifeless at my feet.

Enough melodrama. Good morning