Perfection is repetition

5a.m,
the alarm clock shrieks
in your ear drum
echoing in your skull,
you reach over and turn it off,
hop out of bed, and get dressed.

5:15a.m
you pull the beanie
over your ears
and pull the door shut
behind you,
2 miles of concrete
beneath your feet,
you get up to speed
and feel your heart
pound in your chest,
breaths are short
and arms are pumping.

5:30a.m
Back through the front door,
body sweating, muscles aching,
quickly in the shower
while you still have the power
to move.
10 minutes under the stream
of scorching liquid
before drinking a pint of milk,
eating and omelet
and crawling back into bed.

12:30p.m
Gym o’clock.
pumping iron, muscles tearing
heart racing, breaths sting in your chest
as your body cries out for rest,
but the brain persists, forcing
your body to do the unnatural,
work to failure.

5p.m
After a meaty dinner
full of essential nutrients
time for another jog,
this time 4 miles,
on thighs that already burn,
and calves that refuse to move.

5:30p.m
Short stop by the house to changes shoes
and pick up the equipment, before heading out
to training, another 2 hours, of digging deep
and pulling out everything that’s left,
getting ground into the dirt, then getting back up.

8p.m
A final meal before getting some rest.
because in 9 and a half hours
you’ve got to get up and doing it all again,
and the one thing that keeps you going
through all the pain?
The plaque on your wall that read
perfection is repetition