the Training Hall  

ptfreak 55M
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12/1/2005 9:30 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

the Training Hall

I've returned to the Training Hall. For though her embrace is cold and hard and unforgiving, she accepts me when I return, no matter the time of day, or however long I've been away. I feel the burn and exhaustion in my muscles as move together, and try to find within me one more once I can give. My sweat drenches us; with labored breaths I draw her in. She accepts my advances without question. I accept her discipline like a man dying of thirst. she is my place of meditation, contemplation and rejuvenation. I draw her to me amd press her away from me, but she never rebukes me, knowing I will ever return while there is life in this shell.

I just finished in the gym. Working out in some form has always been one of the few constants in my life.
I know the pic is a bit narcissistic, but what the hell.

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