adventures in dysthymia

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Last Rep, a poem

Last Rep

The last rep is the one that builds the muscle.
The guys in the gym, the serious ones, know that,
know each rep before that all-out effort
is just warming up for the one that counts.

It’s no good to say, My workout calls
for eight repetitions and no more.
It’s no good to hide behind, Train,
don’t strain, and believe you’ve done enough.

You’ve never done enough. There is always
one more rep left in you, if you can find it.

Stephen Brooke ©2012

Obviously (I would hope) not just about working out.


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