Many of my peers choose to go to the gym as a way of staying fit or
becoming stronger in areas they weren’t normally.
And, although I did this for four and a half months towards the beginning
of my high school “career” if you will,
recently (the other three years of jabbing pencils into my clavicle)
I have been working out in a different way.
To give you a glimpse of what I am talking about, I find it best
to walk you through my daily routine.
I wake up at 6 o’clock every morning for school; my morning consists of
nothing special, only my bagels and I. I then go to six classes.
In all of them, I, like many others, take notes, or participate in discussions
or solve the problems given and what not.
I suppose what separates me from my peers in my “workout routine” is
what happens when I get home from school.
From the time I get home to just shy of dinner time, I lock myself
in my room and do homework or the dishes or open heart surgery
(which I should note is relatively easy once you get through medical school).
I guess you could call this my work out, but after two and half years
of performing the equivalent to running, biking, swimming, and lifting,
it got really old.
So although some may argue that the preceding was my work out,
I firmly believe my work out is now.
I have come to the conclusion that my entire life was built up to what it is now,
just so things could work out for me.
Not only does this include the hours of being locked in my room, but I also like to think that
the Berlin wall coming down, Richard Nixon being elected  president,
the invention of the milkshake, and segregation all had something do with how it all
“worked out.”
Right now, I am living my work out.
And I couldn’t be more free.