Milepost 1
Its written somewhere that old(er) folks should not run
But I saw lots of people doing it, I thought it must be fun...
Had to have a new outfit, the kind cute runners wear
And running shoes, those suckers cost 80 bucks a pair...
So off I set out to lose weight and join the" get fit" gang
Looked so cool stretching out, then took off with a bang...
My goal was a mile- at the time it didn't seem so far
But then I was thinking of a mile, doing 60 in a car...
About 50 yards out my poor legs began to burn
I was gasping for air before I reached the first turn...
A cute young thing passed me like I was standing still
I tried hard to suppress the strong urge to kill...
As you've probably guessed, that first run was a bust
But, as in most things in life, "stick-to-it" is a must..
A few weeks went by and one day I finally did it
Passed the first milepost , although I felt like sh**
It wasn't very pretty and I swear it wasn't easy
The thought of going 2 miles makes me kind of queasy
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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