The challenge doesn’t start when I walk into the restaurant,
It starts in the morning seven hours before.
Pangs of hunger claw and scratch at my stomach,
I must not give into the temptation to eat.
The cheeseburger does not fare kindly against a full belly.
I feel the warm beams of sunlight
Fall gently upon my face.
The vintage red sign with red droopy letters,
Brings forth a wave of nostalgia and fondness.
The sweet aroma of hamburger grease wafting through the air,
Lures me inside like a magnet.
Excited chatter and encouragement echo throughout,
Up the last bite is ingested.
Pictures adorn the walls,
Depicting the triumphs of conquest.
The 1 pound cheeseburger defeated over and over again.
Finally it’s my time for my moment of truth:
Bite after bite of the 1 pound burger.
A mechanical process that results in no progress;
Enjoyment of the hamburger is a lost cause at this point.
Milkshake after milkshake quenches my parched throat:
An insurmountable obstacle.
My insides feel like a balloon about to burst.
Bathroom break after bathroom break,
3 Hours Pass and I swallow the final bite.
David has finally beat Goliath;
Cheeburger Cheeburger is home.