Your muscles ache. Sweat drips from your face. You can’t remember what day it is. Time is standing still. Exhausted is an understatement. Exhausted happened twenty minutes ago. You concentrate on your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Once. Twice. Three times.
Another drop of sweat falls from your nose. You want to go home; go to sleep. Who could blame you? Most would have quit hours ago. You worked hard. You gave it your all. There’s nothing more to prove. You’ve already found your limit. You’ve hit the wall. You have nothing left.
Another drop. Nothing left. Nothing left. Another drop. Bullshit. You’re not done. You haven’t even started. This is where you live. This is where you love to be. This is your sanctuary. Everyone is tired, exhausted, broken. The weak quit, the strong keep moving. One more rep, one more set, one more round.
Another drop. The bell rings. You stand up. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Time to go again. One more round.
A Toast: To One More Round