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Panting and puffing I’m feeling the burn Even though I’ve done only a minute This machine is the work of the devil I’m sure Oh god, I think I might vomit I’m treading the mill to try and get fit But I think this thing’s going to kill me My bosom is heaving I’m sweating like mad All this jiggling…. I now need a wee… Increasing the incline and upping the speed My little legs pumping like crazy I feel the weight lifting I’m floating on air Oohhh… every thing’s going quite hazy Finally, slowly, it grinds to a halt I’ve done TEN WHOLE MINUTES … can’t talk Although I’m all wobbly I’m feeling quite chuffed Maybe one day I’ll jog, not just walk

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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