Jun 3, 2016
A week ago, I am in the grocery store
with an imaginary barbell laid across the top of my shoulders
and I am squatting.
In front of the yogurt, two squats.
Beer cooler- 5 quick ones.
I am squatting my way through the entire market.
My squats are repetitively predictable- I drop my ass “below parallel”
and try to gauge where my weight is settling on the bottom of my feet.
The sins of the father are visited on the son:
I am chasing my own precise weight shift.