Exercise
I always thought that exercise
Meant pumping up your heart,
Which every sport, to some extent,
Does right off, from the start.
In classes I took years ago,
Aerobics was the theme.
We marched and jumped and stepped,
The workout every heart-pump’s dream.
Yet other types of working out
Have always had their place,
Though never offering a skill
I thought I could embrace.
Until I tried a stretching class
Without a single jump,
Just using weights and movement
With my heart a steady pump.
And man, I was exhausted!
Which to me was a surprise
And allowed me to see exercise
Through very different eyes.
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