I was just going about my day

In the garage, moving some weights

If you stop and think about it, it’s a little strange

That one could draw happiness from moving heavy things

But while I was curling hamstrings I remembered suddenly my own fate

I am going to die

Just this morning I sat, in a still state

Reviewing my labs

All in the green

I go to work, lift weights, and run like a machine

In my prime now – late 30s

At the end of the day I can still do a few burpees

I wonder how much longer till the top of the hill

Till the labs turn red, till I’m dead

For how long can I hold on to this thrill – of working out, of having energy

It is a mystery

I’m reminded as I read the obituaries

Which is how I start each day

Because I never can know what’s going to come my way

But while I’m here – cheers!

To working out, to taking care of this body as best I can

I don’t know the whole plan

But it’s a fact: all my cells will die

Despite all the cardio and curls, this heart won’t always thrive

I remembered this today as I lifted the weights

I am going to expire

It is good to push, to compete, to get better

But also some days, it’s good to go lighter