Treadmill

Treadmill

Jumping on a treadmill is confusing, painful and hard!

Like swallowing five buckets full of Christmas chard

Legs, arms, and heart all together at once,

Goodness, don’t you feel like a klutz?

Footing first, then adjusting the pace

It’s not supposed to be a sprint, an all-out race

Mind swimming,

Through paper, electronic messages, voices from different directions,

All demanding your instant attention

A break is good, don’t get me wrong

Especially two weeks, nice and long

Clears up the face, patience restored

Not hungry, not tired, not the least bit bored

But the quantity of things piled on the plate

Seem at this point, impossible to abate!

Make a cup of tea,

Finally go pee,

I know from past experience, to hang on tight

Stay on your toes, it will be alright!