I wander, my mind moves, I count
Breath, anda 1. Breath anda 2. Breath anda 3. Breath anda 4. Breath anda 5…
Her lips move, but I don’t hear her. Rather, I hear multiple other things simultaneously:
My heartbeat. Nine Inch Nails. Breath anda 12 (breath anda 13, breath anda 14…)
I don’t know how many breath andas I count, but there are a lot.
It doesn’t matter though, like they say, I’m just putting in my time.
I move, my mind wanders, I count
I don’t know why I count, but I do, and it sets my mindset for the day.
1, pause, 2, pause, 3, pause, 4, pause, 5…
I check myself out in the mirror. Damn hot, if I do say so myself!
That woman is looking at me again and talking.
What would I do without TV?
18, pause, 19, pause, and 20.
I train to plateau, and then change things up a bit.
Until I plateau again.
As I walk out into the blinding sunrise, sweat blinds my eyes,
And I crave salt.