I did not have the day off from work today… but I took one anyone, probably because I was feeling black. And perhaps by some unexplained phenomena I donned sporting attire and drove my car aimlessly. At least it seemed aimless… but my hands knew where to steer despite me.
I pulled into a place I surely have never seen, yet I strode in nonchalantly and flashed a ready standard that bore me entrance. What manner of palace was this? There were pools and courts and stairs. I confidently, yet not knowing why, ascended to a level of metal bars and machinery. Iron cylinder bearing handles lay in front of me. Almost instinctively I picked them up and began repetitive motion. It felt good! A small device on my arm was wired to my head… the sound of raging rhythms pumped into me.
I was sure this was completely new, yet everything seemed so routine and so natural. And it felt strangely familiar. With every repetitive motion of the iron I could feel my facial expression changing. Before I knew it the man in the mirror looked like he was ready to thump someone. And the music resonated a hearty and solid rock anthem… and the feeling of a fresh endorphins reached my brain… and it all made sense.
I, after a Rip-Van-Winkle-esque absence, had returned to the gym.
I'm a Christ-follower, compelled by my faith toward reason, which points directly toward conservatism. This world's daily onslaught of lunacy offends my intellect and senses, so this is my venue to blow off steam.
