Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Pain for pleasure.

My hands burn with every pull, i can feel my fingers pull and ligaments stretch, the calluses on my palms squeeze and pain surges through my hands as my chin ascends above the bar. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. One set done. Five to go. Then down on my hands again, chest to the floor, one through twenty-five. Four to go.

Pain. And it goes on the next day; day in, day out. All this for the field, for bodies crashing into one another hard, driving all day long. The burning in my lungs as I sprint from one point to another, my abs aching, all for that next hit. And then again after that. Live for it all day long, living for the man on your left and your right, in the same colours and shield.

Problem. Can't be on the field, can't be next to your mate, without the training, the boring painful taxing training. The late nights, lose the life, hit the gym, hit the track. Get faster, stronger, quicker. All I can think about now. The pain's for pleasure.

Setback -- can't train, I'm injured, a broken foot, three more weeks of hell as my muscles become mush, all I have left are these few things. To pull and push. Most painful. I just want to get through it. Get back. Get back, those are that which occupy all my thoughts.


Pain
Three Day's Grace

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing
Rather feel pain

I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you're wounded
You know (You know you know you know you know)
That I'm here to save you
You know (You know you know you know you know)
I'm always here for you
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you'll thank me later

Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain

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