Training Poem by Misty Talbot

Pushing, pulling,
lifting, grunting.
Muscles tiring,
heartbeat thumping

Blood, sweat and tears,
emotion raw.
I hear him scream,
come on 'one more'

'Don't give up'
'I don't do quitters'
'Or have you had enough'
I hear him snigger

I'm angry now
and grit my teeth.
The bar above,
me underneath.

I want to punch,
I want to hit,
I won't give up.
I will not quit

I must be mad
It must be insanity
All of this
for bloody vanity