Sweat

It's that time of August Everyone gathers around the television Friends and family Flags in one hand, Beer in the other Lifted spirits muffle the opening ceremony But where's David? David isn't on the couch or on a lounge chair David is in the basement Heart racing Sweat pumping Muscles aching Mind straining Weights clanking With one last huff he moves the seat back. No one to spot him No one to encourage him. He envelops his face with the towel and wipes the sweat off his brow carefully because he knows, someday, somewhere, the world will be watching him, just as his family is watching upstairs, as he wipes his face after his record-breaking race at the reunion of the worlds greatest to pursue ultimate achievement Because its not about the reunion going on upstairs but the one happening on screen or the one being assembled in weight rooms across the world.