The Beast Awaits

It is Monday afternoon. Almost 4:30, but not quite. An anxious itch runs through my body. I try to stay focused on the work at hand, but as each minutes sweeps by, the thoughts running through my head get stronger and stronger. I know it awaits me. Calling out my name. I want to get up and leave, but something inside makes me stay. Which is stronger, my desire or my will? This is a true test of strength. WWAD??? Knowing that training begins in the mind, I must sharpen my spirit, keeping it in razor-like condition, just like a sprinter coiled and ready to spring forth at the sound of the gun. The Beast is waiting for me. Waiting to say hello for the first time. I can wait a few more minutes. Muscles already coiling, preparing for our first dance together. Arnold would mentally prepare until the time was right. That's what I am doing.