The Exerciser

A heartbeat accelerates, blood coursing through protruding veins of scarlet and blue. Harder and harder to push oneself through indescribable pain, often forcing legs to keep moving; the mind divorcing the physical strife from the mental stew. Endorphins are sent throughout and imbue intoxicating thoughts; reinforcing. A face flushing, just the afterimage of an hour well spent; reaching the point of no return, with legs feeling like lead. But I am feeling like I am average, legs, abs, and arms creating a disjoint; but I do not fret, just crawl into bed.