Promise to Exercise

I hadn't exercised all winter long and when I finally went for it I was absolutely doubling over in pain. Dear lord.

it’s been three days since I first dashed

from hoop to hoop, in muted light.

but now, I fear, my body’s lashed

at me, the soul with weakest might.

in wintry rime, I failed expose

my barren corpse to flurried frost�"

a season stark of warm impose

on heated flesh, and thumping tossed.

and now my fibers, drenched in fury,

moan and gripe beneath my shirt.

my hibernation, weak and weary,

pays back the loss in double hurt.

so here I sit, (I cannot stand)

with hamstrings ached and gluteus sore!

sweet lactic acid reprimands

a season filled with workout poor.