Everyday is Day One

National Poetry Month Day 6

Everyday is day 1
is what I tell myself when I walk into the gym,
walls of weights, gone, because I arrived too late,
and rush hour is the worst time for a workout.
I was up at 5 am but stayed in bed and said,
I’ll get there when I get there.
Because who cares if the membership comes out of my account every month
and I still don’t go or make up an excuse to my trainer as to why I’m a no-show,
It’s like, I wanna stay the same size but still grow,
I thought getting help from my bros was enough,
But there’s so much about my body that I still don’t know,
and I eat enough,
So what’s the point in stressing out about
a few reps, missed steps, and bounced checks
If my goals ain’t even lofty,
I’m grown as fuck, who gone stop me?
Except the thought of not being able to see my feet,
or my clothes not fitting me,
or my body working against me
or barely being able to lift anything.
Every day I walk in the gym,
I arrive at least an hour before meeting my trainer to
retrain my attitude about the workout.
It is, my pre-workout.
Because if I’m not early,
It’s not gonna end well.
One extra push and I’ll tell ‘em “Oh well” or go to hell,
I know they say ya mind plays tricks on you, but
the body is a hell of a magician.
Watch as the waist gets snatched one sit-up at a time,
how the biceps flex with every curl,
and the quads get thicker by the leg day.
We transform our form to shape our bodies into what they’ve never been before,
And if we stop the progress, the reward will be lost in the non sense.
Every day is day one,
because one day,
I’ll be at the gym, everyday.