Gyming It Poem by Michele Hegarty

It's January, the Carpark's bursting,
like some of the members.
We run, swim, lift and bounce, aerobically, through the cycle of the year.
Peaks and troughs, aims and ambitions, priorities and excuses,
Numbers dwindling in 'Let it all go' December.
A June Wedding for that girl,
puffing, focussed, determined, she'll never look as good.
No lifetime committment there.
Her mother thinking of Satin Suits, is far less keen.
Doctors orders for that man,
surely due for twins
The young lads strain and strut,
then off for loads of beer.
Instructors, bright, light and tight,
not all happy, the lithe and lovely get let down too.
All strands of life are here,
speculation makes treadmilll minutes wizz.
Me - glowing and glistening would be good,
No - a sweating beacon,
But toned a bit,
Elated a bit
Next step a bit
Of wine!