DOING THE GREEK ATHLETE

Getting the fresh air all around
my body as the beach I pound
on continuous running feet,
naked as ancient Greek athlete
except for pair of trainers blue
from one end of the beach unto
the other where the boundary
sign would advise you wear cossie.
Some spectators equally nude
watch from distance, none do intrude.
The fruit of early morning running
the past twelve months, results stunning.
When run is finished I then slip
off shoes, catch breath, then skinny-dip.