I’m coming home.

I woke up today and realized what was missing in my life. A little cardio made me realize how much I love exercising. The gym to me is like this sweet heaven, where I can go and not have to worry about the world. When I am lifting the barbell, there is nothing else that is going through my mind than lift this weight. I know that people change, places change, the world changes, but I know that when I wake up in the morning that twenty pound weight will stay weigh twenty pounds. The weights don’t lie to me, they are dependable, they are there when everyone else has left. I love the feeling of sweat dripping down my face, the burning in my chest, trying to gasp for air even though my lungs are beginning to fail. When I get off the treadmill, for  a split second the world has no gravity. My knees begin to buckle and standing seems impossible. I face my self in the mirror and there is this different person looking back. My muscles are bursting with blood, veins popping from my arms, my body aches. I smile, walk out the gym and know that I will come back for more.