Check out my latest Oration. A poem I call "Fitness" Go Hard or Go Home.🦋
"I feel, The fire in my lungs and the soreness of muscle, accompanied by the summoned fatigue cast on my body, from my motions of need, are all felt now as I stretch and I breathe. I wipe the sweat from my brow, humbled by the God like ability to transform my body and mind through consistency. Tiredness tries to keep me bound, but motivation forcibly, removes her hands from me, lifting me to her lips, as I take her by the hands, feeling calluses on her palms, giving each rough surface a kiss. Each day the mirror reflects a subtle shift, a gentle molding of my being unfolding, like origami cranes engraved with hidden notes given to the anxious lovers anonymously. He unfolds the left wing gently, a reminder of the benefit of slowness in technique. She bends the right wing like the contortionist, whose movement mimics the misunderstood serpent, who weeps as she bends around the oak, taken note of all accounts of her misinterpretation. This lesson of flexibility, is a testament to the elasticity of a mind being stretched by a new idea and self same with the body that is directed by that mind. As our muscles contract and tear, rest and heal. Each dead lift makes us more alive. Each squat, is followed by a lift, to return the weighted Love, whose only wish is to find its place among those whom have found theirs, and to repeat that motion, with devotion, obtaining gains of mutual change. The alchemy we perform today will transmute the tomorrow we've sought with tired bodies and minds repeating our mantra as we push up, sit up, and box jump for the answers. "I will be fitter. I will be faster. I will be stronger." We once thought ourselves to be weak, but no longer." - Ricardo Hanley Jr.