Running Out of Steam...!

When I was little, I’d run all the way
off to the sweet shop, or park, to play

In ill-fitting shoes, not fit to pound,
My little heart beating that drumbeat sound

I’d run and I’d climb and I’d ride on my bike,
Trekking up hillsides, I’d go for a hike

Every day filled with the same,
Running around, everything just a game!

Now I am older, I wheeze and I cough,
I can barely get my own trainers off!

Out for a run I went today,
Took me a while to get back again

Decked out in good running shoes, undies and all this kit,
You’d think it’d be easy to try to get fit...

But somehow my body went astray,
And I am clueless and in dismay

When did it happen, when did I let go?
Time to pull back and feel good to get things on show!!

Ooooh no, not those things, just a little to bare,
A flatter midriff, so I don’t have to care

What people may think, or how it makes me feel,
When it pops over my waistband sitting at my steering wheel O

Now, I am not that rotund, so I’m probably just moaning,
But thin ladies I talk to are also all groaning!

So don’t judge me for this, I just want to look my best,
When I’m out on the town in a strappy little vest!

No longer to worry about ‘bingo-wings’!
I can then turn my attention to other things...

‘Cause I am a worrier, a stresser of life
Destined to sit on the edge of a knife

Some days I am chilled, not a thing to bemoan,
But some days I feel anxious and sad, and alone

Hey, CHIN UP! I say, it feels good to run fast,
To be trying to get fit - at long blooming last!!!