19 June 2012
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!!!
Running Out of Steam...! • Opuss № I