Day 49

I'm holding up the frame... you wouldn't smile either if you had to hold this heavy frame up ';-)

Right now I can barely lift my arms over my head. I added arms and shoulders to my rotation this evening and on my last routine I went heavier than I should have. While I didn't injure myself, I can tell I'm going to be a little uncomfortable in the morning. I really need to quit stopping and starting when it comes to working out.

It's actually a good thing that I was even able to go to the gym, seeing as most of the morning and part of the afternoon today I had a headache that just lingered.

Other than that there's really nothing exciting that happened to me today. I did some paperwork, listened to some music, and watched some television. I did make a killer salad dressing for dinner tonight. Oh yeah, that in itself is an achievement - I have eaten salads 3 meals in a row. Now that is scary.

When it comes to expression we all have our mediums. Some are visual, some use music, some the written word. For me I straddle the visual and the written word. And when it comes to written word, I go more for prose than poetry, which is why the last time I wrote an original poem was sometime in 1992.

As much as I've been trying to use my own words to express myself, I find sometimes someone else puts my thoughts down perfectly.

With that, my faithful and not-so-faithful readers, I leave you with the following lyrics from the band Primordial.

"Heathen Tribes"

This is my church
It stands so tall
And proud it has done for all time

It has no walls
Yet its vast halls
Reach from shore to shore

Whatever shore
You know as your own
We stand as one, we stand alone

And we are born
From the same womb
And hewn from the same stone

And from the frozen Baltic
I watched the sunrise over Athena
I walked the battlefields of Flanders
And saw dusk fall at Cintra

And beneath the spires of Sofia
And fields of crosses at Arnhem
Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg
Senatus Populusque Romanus

To the fjords of Hordaland
In shadows of ancient Albion
And to the shores of a thousand lakes
Saint Vitus dance in Praha

Yet when to Ireland we return
I know that I am home at last
And with every sun that sets
It takes me nearer to her earth

To whatever shore you know as your own
We stand as one, we stand alone

- Primordial (2007)