Weight driving vertically into the ground, entropy releasing every pounding step
I tire too quickly, easily so
I picture growing a backbone, vertebrae stacking one by one
Painful growth towards my neck, seizing my breath and stunting my stride
To say nothing of my new ribs curling around, coiling my organs like a python
Sharply protruding, stabbing through on their journey
I remember every painful breath is calcium deposited into my skeleton and grit into my marrow. Without the work I am fleshy, globular; not in a physical sense but nonetheless in a real way.