Back to Work

I've been dealing with a foot injury for a year now. I hurt it running and I ran with the pain for about 6 mos. Then I quit running and focused on lifting. I love to workout. The sweat. The pump and the burn. The war. Caesar has come back from the dead to smash all the steel left in the world. To conquer. It's hard to feel that way when you aren't healthy. Except I got a shot in my foot that's supposed to take care of it. I've been on simmer for too long and now it's time for me to boil over. I've been polite and respectful...and that isn't me. My body is brick. My heart is made of barb wire and c4. My blood Jack Daniels and battery acid. She used to tell me I was a snake. She's gone. Snake is back.