I have worn my skin down to its last stitch
and I am now rewarded with a rest
but I must still soak in the coach's pitch
and then put their methods to the test.
So whilst I try to refill my lungs
I cannot lay back and close my tired eyes
for they must closely observe frantic tongues
which attempt to devise plans and advise.
The break on the muscles is hard on the brain
and now my body dreads the next assault
knowing that it must yet withstand more pain
my brain wonders when this onslaught will halt.
A break can be welcome in between rounds
but the prospect of more scares and confounds.