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My pectorals ache, and my arms hum with heat and vitality, infused as the muscles recuperate and rebuild incrementally, getting stronger with each workout. Along with the iron, I apply myself to the heavy bag, systematically strategic, almost philosophical with praxis in my approach.
A faith renewed, I have rediscovered a contemplative spiritual discipline. A half a year of commitment, and I can see the results in the mirror. I can feel it in my soul.
Like some half feral dog out of a Jack London story, I find myself straining at the harness, questioning the kind of service I have subjected myself to. My employment is full of dogs, some honorable and meritorious in there Roman-like probity. Others are curs, craven miscreants, delighting in the informal powers their authority gives them. Running with the pack, pulling the sled, barking at the sheep, and growling at the cannibals among them, I more often than not eye the tree-line, hungering for the wilderness.
There is still a year and a half left in the contract I committed myself to, and no matter how much I pretend to be Greek, a Roman, a Spartan in uniform, there is still something inside me that rankles and chafes every time I don the badge and shield.
A faith renewed, I have rediscovered a contemplative spiritual discipline. A half a year of commitment, and I can see the results in the mirror. I can feel it in my soul.
Like some half feral dog out of a Jack London story, I find myself straining at the harness, questioning the kind of service I have subjected myself to. My employment is full of dogs, some honorable and meritorious in there Roman-like probity. Others are curs, craven miscreants, delighting in the informal powers their authority gives them. Running with the pack, pulling the sled, barking at the sheep, and growling at the cannibals among them, I more often than not eye the tree-line, hungering for the wilderness.
There is still a year and a half left in the contract I committed myself to, and no matter how much I pretend to be Greek, a Roman, a Spartan in uniform, there is still something inside me that rankles and chafes every time I don the badge and shield.