I arrive at the venue, I warm up the bones,
Do some stretches and feel the body moan,
I warm up my arms and get the body warm,
Just like the car in a darkened winter’s morn,
My legs soon forget the cold, but my hands get worse,
I feel that they are burning from the ice cold touch,
My fingerless gloves give my hands some protection,
But the bars are so cold, I need a thermal injection.
I go to the park wearing my shorts and a shirt,
Every morning since May, but this morning it hurt,
Fingers were numb and the bars were so cold,
I’m either a bit stupid or maybe a little bold,
Bystanders and commuters stare in disbelief,
I do some sit ups to get some relief,
From the cold and the cutting wind,
But don’t stop for too long,
Or the wind will blow off your thong………
A lap of the park to get the heart pumping blood,
Circulate the heat and work that butt,
Fingers move like playing a flying concerto,
And accompany swift feet pounding the ground,
Another lap done, that’s another round.
Chin ups and pull ups and push ups too,
Fire up the muscles with lingering burn,
Stretch the other way to let the acid run,
My breathing is heavy, I rest between reps,
Do some more sit ups and then some more steps,
One more lap and just one more round,
My fingers complain as the snow hits the ground,
It’s just above freezing my body is tired,
And that hot shower is looking good,
I think it’s time I retired,
For today………..
