The Gym
When i put on my headphones i listen to the music of my favorite rapper as i lift the weight bar. I can run on the treadmill while the fan blows its fresh breeze to my face. I move both feet back and fourth as i run on the track as i thought to myself, i cant wait to finish and get that taste of refreshing gatorade. Lifting my head high up to the sky i gasp for breath as i think about all the stressful things i've been dealing with. I go to this beautiful place every weekend, to let all my anger for the week. This place is usually packed with people whoo wants to get body fit, but thats not me. I just want to lift weights, run on the treadmill and clear my head. Sometimes when im in a good mood i enjoy taking a couple friend with me to challenge my weigh lifting ability. When im in the boxing ring sparring with an oppenent I feel like i can take on the world and nothing could affect me.The sweat runs into my mouth from my forehead and I taste an salty mixture. When the sweat gets in my eyes it burns so bad sometimes, i might even want to cry. But hey, if this what it takes to let out my pain, then im all in so I can feel better about myself.
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