RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Stepping To Rhythm - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Walking incessantly on a treadmill, looking into mirrored walls on every side.
Stepping to a rhythm beat out by a conveyor belt for twenty minutes, burning calories to lose weight.
Next, to a recumbent bike to work out kinks in long-legged strides.
Stepping steadily up and down, keeping track of steps - off to the water fountain for a drink.
Exercising legs and thighs and stomach in a row - hoping to find an image in the mirror that I can like.
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