Now for some poetry....

I get these strange bursts of spontaneous literary inspiration from time to time (usually very early in the morning) causing me to write things like this!

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Trainer

Halfway there, five more, two more, last one, good work.
I’m ready for the trip, I say.
He scouts out destinations, and I hop on board for the ride.
It seems so far, but we don’t talk about that.
We mark time by programs, weeks, days, splits, exercises, sets, reps.
Then rest.

Never me, always we. I am glad for that.
I see limits, assumptions; he, only possibilities.
I coast on that quiet confidence and the milestones tick past.
The layers slowly release and change is revealed.
Architect, coach, counselor, and artist.
Now athlete.