Stumbling through the darkness,
Muscles screaming and inflamed,
Morning just to far away,
Spirit racked with pain.
Feeling drunk and cumbersome,
Trembling with adrenaline,
I'm waiting to shuffle off my mortality,
And let the afterlife begin.
What was I thinking then?
What light blinded my eyes?
How did I convince myself,
To get up and exercise?
I'm the consummate fat bastard. But I need to exercise. For some reason.
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