The gym is quiet and perfect

Everyone doing their own thing

Only people that don’t go to the gym think others will watch them there

Everyone only cares about themself

I used to listen to music

Now I just enjoy the quiet

It’s meditation

It’s one more rep or a little more weight

A process of improvement, of wanting to be better

But it feels like something higher than only that

Something closer to God

After deadlift, I walk on the treadmill

I can feel my heart rate increase

At mile 2, I remember running sprints with my dad when I was in the sixth grade

I can’t believe how many years ago that was

I ran sprints against my daughter last week

The lady beside me has no idea the things I ponder

With her headphones in, she looks at her watch and phone again and again

I could stay here another two hours