With each stride; each repetition, With each run into the wind and rain, Each set to fatigue that seems unwinnable, with each strange look from comfortable passengers in a car, I continue to fight. Each rep, each stretch, each gate means one step closer. Each stride and pull makes my enemies shrink in fear and my allies feel more secure. This isn't lifting, working out, or jogging. This is a battle. No, this is war. And I forgot to bring my white...