Ode to the Garage

Ode to the Garage: 

Hello my dear friend. I was thinking back to when you were a garage where the states vehicles were repaired. Then they turned you into a gym. They had basketball courts with concrete floors and in that back portion they created you. They put gorilla mats on the floor, squat racks, Olympic bars and free weights. In a quick swoop you became home for 4-6 hours a day. You weren’t a peaceful home because you only provided us with resistance. At every elevation, 125 lbs., 150 lbs., 175, 200, 250, 275, 300, and then that landmark of three 45’s on each side of 315, all the way to that ridiculous weight of 450 lbs. weighing myself only 147 lbs. The more we grew the more resistance you provided. We developed so much pride and arrogance as we thought we defied your resistance at every advancement. But you knew better. You understood the difference between finite and infinite better than anyone. You knew that one day Big Wali who was around 240 or 250 with about 12 percent body fat would one day need others to help him get out of bed. You knew Simon would need joint replacement one day and die from a myriad of health issues. You knew that I would be a joint reconstructed specimen one day. You knew that one day getting out of bed would be so painful it would take me hours sometimes to complete the task. Oh what about Muscles? Did you spare him? Were you so proud of him because at 148 lbs. he was pound for pound the strongest guy in the state that he avoided your wrath or did you wither him down like the rest of us. What about Richard from the Morocco’s who took me under his wing or Rafiq 123 lbs. of hell? Did you spare Johnny Lopes who taught us all the game?  You turned me into a warrior standing there posing with the bar in one hand as if it was my spear and the trophy in the other hand as if it was my kill for the day? Did you know? Did you Ode to the Garage: 

Hello my dear friend. I was thinking back to when you were a garage where the states vehicles were repaired. Then they turned you into a gym. They had basketball courts with concrete floors and in that back portion they created you. They put gorilla mats on the floor, squat racks, Olympic bars and free weights. In a quick swoop you became home for 4-6 hours a day. You weren’t a peaceful home because you only provided us with resistance. At every elevation, 125 lbs., 150 lbs., 175, 200, 250, 275, 300, and then that landmark of three 45’s on each side of 315, all the way to that ridiculous weight of 450 lbs. weighing myself only 147 lbs. The more we grew the more resistance you provided. We developed so much pride and arrogance as we thought we defied your resistance at every advancement. But you knew better. You understood the difference between finite and infinite better than anyone. You knew that one day Big Wali who was around 240 or 250 with about 12 percent body fat would one day need others to help him get out of bed. You knew Simon would need joint replacement one day and die from a myriad of health issues. You knew that I would be a joint reconstructed specimen one day. You knew that one day getting out of bed would be so painful it would take me hours sometimes to complete the task. Oh what about Muscles? Did you spare him? Were you so proud of him because at 148 lbs. he was pound for pound the strongest guy in the state that he avoided your wrath or did you wither him down like the rest of us. What about Richard from the Morocco’s who took me under his wing or Rafiq 123 lbs. of hell? Did you spare Johnny Lopes who taught us all the game?  You turned me into a warrior standing there posing with the bar in one hand as if it was my spear and the trophy in the other hand as if it was my kill for the day? Did you know? Did you know? Did you know that one day you would have the last laugh?? Did you know that one day you would have the last laugh?