Bradley Allison

itch’n to be bronze and travel’n again

Fresh fadess

The reps you avoid are the ones that make a difference.

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The weight shifts.
Not just in my hands,
but in my head.

What was heavy
now feels possible.

And in the quiet between sets,
I hear it—
the sound of becoming.

A shadow moves with me.
Not ahead. Not behind.
Beside.

Every rep leaves an imprint.
Every breath, a marker in time.

I’m not counting the days.
I’m feeling them.

A reflection.
A repetition.
A pursuit.

Chasing a body that feels like mine.
A mind that feels at peace.

No plan—just movement, moments, and whatever this becomes.