I miss you

Dear gym,

The little tag that gives me access to you mocks me at least twice daily.

It dangles from my key chain, the edges digging into my palm as I turn the lock to open or close my doors.

It hasn’t been swiped in two, maybe two-and-a-half weeks. And I feel shame.

But sometimes life gets in the way and you have to take a bit part in the play of My Life. Look, I don’t like it any more than you do.

In fact, I went shopping for a new pair of ‘going out’ jeans last weekend and, hey, I had to go up a size. This ranks among a few of the things that don’t make me very happy.

There’s a bunch of stuff in my life I’m trying to sort out right now but trust me when I tell you, I will come back to you soon.

You are my source of release, you are the one entity upon which I can strike my fury that won’t hit back.

You make noise when the plates clank and clang together. But it’s noise I enjoy, because it eases my stress in a world where there is much tension, in a world I find unfulfilling, a world that seems to be constantly demanding my attention.

And when I place your weight on my shoulders, it may be heavy but I can push against it and feel strong, more confident and so beautiful.

Love you! I’ll see you soon.

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