Eternal Exertion

Eternal Exertion

A Poem by Mike Espinosa

Routine morning stretches

start out my static days.

Limbs that don't move how they should;

knees, ankles, a shoulder,

and an elbow that creaks and pops

like a branch in a storm

that gets worse with each passing day.

They say progress should be evident,

yet I see none before me.

I still can't touch my toes,

and I still ache all over.

There's no end to it.


© 2010 Mike Espinosa



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It seems like that sometimes.. With a lot of physical things. Both in training and once you start having problems, then with just normal daily routine. Sucks.

Posted 7 Years Ago


No pain, no gain; when I started lifting, when I was in my thirties, it became on a driving force. If I lifted, now at 53, I am afraid that I might break something important. I can give one piece of advice, from experience, take the aspirin before you work-out! Love the poem, hate the eternal exertion!

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Mike Espinosa
Mike Espinosa

Covington, WA



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- College Student at Western Washington University - Philosophy Major - English with Secondary Education Interest Major - I enjoy academic punctuation and grammar and can edit them quickly. - I am.. more..

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