In the hush before the dawn breaks light,
They gather, spirits fierce, ready for the 45-minute fight.
With sweat on their brows and purpose in their stride,
These early risers are filled with passion as their guide.
The alarm rings and while others choose to sleep, they hear a nudge to soar,
Mats side by side, they seek what they’re each striving for.
The battle for parking, in rhythm they run,
A community forged by heat and humidity, united as one.
Blocks clank and bands stretch, hearts pound with the music...in sync,
In every shared laugh, they find strength NOT to think.
No challenge too daunting, no goal out of reach,
In the heart of the morning, their souls are at peace.
With every rep, every step, they push, and they strive,
Building a sanctuary where hope comes alive.
Each cheer fuels the fire, each shout lifts the soul,
In this vibrant circle, they find themselves whole.
So, here's to the warriors, both steadfast and bold,
In the tapestry of dawn, their stories unfold.
United they stand, through sweat and through strain,
Building a future, breaking each chain.
In the glow of the sunrise, their spirits ignite,
Stronger together, they welcome the light.
Within this tribe thrives a bond unyielding, strong as the sun,
A force that transcends, every Friday as one.
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