Today I went to the gym.
it's exhausting only to write that, yet refreshing. Over the past few months I have systematically poisoned the once healthy vessel that was my body. It's been a cruel, calculating and relentless wreaking of havoc at the one thing that used to symbolize my struggle for personal achievement over personal failure. I've been failing for so long...
So I wrote myself a little gym work-out and filled up a little water bottle. I began with a stretch on the ... I want to say, incumbent bike machine. if that's incorrect, all I mean is the upright bike. Then came my core sets. I actually exceeded my physical expectations with surprising self-discipline and work ethic. To say so, I was very proud of myself, even just to achieve something that simple and relatively non-time-consuming.
The thought of rejoining the local synchronized swimming club, fit enough for fitness with my new found bodily conditioning motivation, excites me to no end. Even when I can feel the sore, blackened circles beneath my eyes and my tired, tired body collapsed in bed, all I am able to think of is choreography for a non-existent routine. I'm thinking suit fabrics and headpiece colours and cadence figures and partner-highlights... MY BRAIN WILL NOT SWITCH OFF. Beauty, grace, power, agility, extension, precision, emotion...
I really do love the sport.
What my sub-conscious, pre-sleep brain is trying to tell me, is that I have found a gold nugget of inspiration. I challenge anyone to view this video and feel uninspired, in fact. even a teensy, itty-bitty bottom dust particle piece of inspiration.
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