He wakes up early and trains all alone

He’s tossing a 25lb. breamar stone

He grunts and he groans and upon its release

The pain kicks in and he knows it won’t cease

 

He’s working on spins, when his knees beg to glide

But he wants to give that ol’ open stone a ride

He’s hurting in places that just don’t exist

Not a part of his body, pain and agony has missed

 

The weights for distance and the weight over bar

He never thought 15ft. could look so damn far

He huffs and he puffs and he gives his best pull

But the tank is near empty and it once was so full

 

He winds up the hammers with speed and finesse

But the distance they travel is becoming much less

Now his body breaks in places it used to bend

And he’s beginning to think that this could be the end

 

His knees and his hips, his shoulders and back

Now have thoughts of surrender at the point of attack

But he’s a real gamer and he’ll never say die

No matter how loud his muscles cry

 

So he picks the caber and gives it a toss

And every tendon and ligament lets him know whos boss

Then he limps off the field with his head held high

He’s done this for ages tho at times not sure why

 

But he’s not ready to hang up his kilt and his hose

Tho it’s bound to happen, when? God only knows

But life aint worth livin’ if he can’t compete

And he longs for the days when he couldn’t be beat

 

Yes! He aches in the morning and all thru the night

He aches on the left side, twice as much on the right

He’s aches when he’s throwing or just sitting still

but he just won’t accept he may be over the hill

Jay Lyttle 2008

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