As the sun wakes up; so do I
the most important meal of the day,
being lost; by the hope of being as light as possible.

Weighing in is a weightlifters worst fear,
either making weight and your day or not,
I step on the scale--my day is made.

I can now quench my hunger.

Adrenalin pumping as I hit every set written down,
the weight on my shoulders feeling like a million pounds,
Dreading the moment I know is soon to come,

The moment is here,
my name rolls off the announcers lips,
as I walk on the platform,
my worries fly away with the butterflies in my stomach.

The bar worn;
from many hands,
in the same dreary place as me.

I place my hands,
as I’ve done hundreds of times before.;
finally, everything falls into place--the lift is good.