Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
I am a haphazard creature
I exercise some days;
Some days a walk
Some days an almost jog
Some days hiding out at home – pretending weights
This day I amble along quite rapidly
A bit faster than my normal speed.
Hill Number 1 is done quite well
Three more of the buggers to go
‘Have a jog’ my brain suggests
All the other parts concur
I huff and puff and pant away
My back it is complaining
My feet are thudding – it can’t be good
The knees are the only ones happy with the jog.
‘That worked well’ – I say to them, trying to inspire them
‘Let’s go again – I’m feeling fine.’
Still puffing up Number 2
‘Such a liar’ my brain replies.
As we reach the top.
My brain – it can’t tell me what to do so
I huff and puff and pant away – down the other side
My back it is a aching
My feet are thudding – it can’t be good
But my knees are not yet complaining
Then to my complete surprise
My legs start moving faster
‘Stretch it out’ they seem to yell to me
My lungs start arguing with thee
‘You stupid legs, we can’t keep up, we’re stopping now’
‘Oh no you’re not!’
The legs win for a few more meters
The distance flies beneath me
Then the lungs win out and take me back
The momentum stops.
As do I.
I am now somewhere far away
From the top of Hill Number 2
And my brain is secretly quite pleased
With my legs little victory.
It’s the “getting there” part that’s hard (those first couple of hills!)
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