My Bike and I
Standing in the corner of my room is a
sturdy piece of metal, a tool that can
transform,
Finally, the pedals, seat and display are
all ready to test my form,
The wheels spin like the thoughts in
my mind, swirling round and round,
The World outside rushes by, whereas
I am in pain and housebound.
I see possibilities of much to gain with
this bike, especially as the rotation of
the wheels feels so smooth and easy,
While riding through the countryside via
the video on my iPad, I suddenly felt
queasy,
I had to stop, not giving up mind, just
ending the session,
I felt disappointed as it was my first try,
but somehow, I caused my leg a bit of
tension.
After a short rest, I fuelled my
determination to give it my best,
Day or night, I was on my bike, feeling
the rhythm of my heart thumping in
my chest.
I pushed myself through the pain,
sweating to build strength and stamina,
Aches and stresses were noticeably
easing, and it felt very satisfying indeed.
So here’s to my exercise bike, not only
a tool but a good friend helping me to
mend,
With zest, I will keep on riding to stay
active and to prevent myself from going
round the bend.
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