The Belly Song

Ah, how good it is to work yourself like a madman! To push yourself until veins are liquid fire, until muscles pour forth steaming agony, around bones of molten stone. To stream sweat from every pore, chest heaving out the muck of misused lungs.

And when you slow, to feel as though carved of steel, a picture of the might of man, the strength of homo sapiens.

I am a god!

And then… you take off your shirt to get in the shower, lo and behold, a waist line as soft and round as a well-fed walrus…

I am, nevertheless, a god – my aspect, determination.


~ by Gethin A. Lynes on July 24th, 2008.

One Response to “The Belly Song”

  1. I take it that this was 1st blog after undertaking your new regime in aid of a Pittness reborn.

    You should think about PR/marketing. Your descriptions were so vivid. If said in a masculine voice over, I could see this being the new campaign for Brut or Lynx.

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