I’m a muscle.

I’m a muscle.

I grow by being pushed to my limits: some far beyond what I knew existed; others more humbling than expected.

I push and pull, tear and regrow, trying to become enough. To lift the weight. To beat the competition. To go the distance. Sometimes I have grown enough. But even then, I don’t stop.

There are always heavier things to lift, greater mountains to climb, larger Goliaths to fell. And I’m a muscle — I need to keep growing.

People like muscles. They all have them. But while some nurture them, others ignore them entirely.

It would be easy to maintain, to walk along the sidewalk. But it is fun to hike, and even more fun to see someone lift heavier and say,

“Me next.”