In the quiet dawn, the weights call my name,
Echoes of effort in the silent gym hall,
Each lift, each stride, a step in this game,
Building a fortress, brick by brick, wall by wall.

Sweat trickles down, a river of resolve,
Muscles burn, yet I push through the pain,
With every movement, my fears dissolve,
Strength and endurance become my gain.

Mirrors reflect the progress made,
Not just in form, but in spirit too,
Each challenge faced, each demon slayed,
A testament to what the body can do.

And as the sun sets on another day,
I stand taller, proud of the fight,
Fitness is a journey, come what may,
A relentless pursuit of my might.