Resistance Is Futile

It is dark.
I slept like shit.
But I know I must
Get on with it.

I down some brew
Then water, too.
I hit the loo
And try to pooh.

I tell myself,
“This will be fun.”
I tell myself,
“Just get ‘er done.”

I stretch my quad.
It’s feeling sore.
I open up
My sports bra drawer.

I guess I wore,
To my dismay,
My last clean top
The other day.

I could just
Return to bed.
I go to my
Hamper instead.

I pull out clothes
All drenched in sweat.
I put on the bra
That’s the least wet.

I lace my shoes
Then stretch my thighs.
I rub the sleep crust
From my eyes.

My hat goes on,
I grab the key.
I think I might need
One last pee.

I step outside.
Still feel like hell.
I’ve come this far,
I might as well.

I start to run
And soon I find
I stumble on
Some peace of mind.

It’s just begun
But I must say
This will be
A kick-ass day.