Forty-Nine Calendar Years on the Wall

 
It’s funny how time flies
As my eyes are fixed on the clocks on the walls and screens
I’m a little slower on the treadmill but I’m running up the hill
Being patient and cunning if I want to get back in those jeans

Though the music is loud in my ears
I can still hear my breathing being more evenly composed
Counting calories per minute trying to push my speed limit
Trying to meet the internal goals I set and self-proposed

And this everyday incline is a killer
Right away sweat runs down my face from the steady pace
I’m not young anymore and everything leaves me sore
But it’s the good kind of pain I gain from this daily race

The miles seem to be getting shorter
My stride feels more secure and sure of the target ahead
Somewhere between me counting and watching the screens
The world seems to disappear as clear thoughts run in my head

And before I know it, the hour is up
The old ticker starts to tell me I should be going a little faster
My mind tells me I should go longer as my legs get stronger
All the while my fat cries down my shirt with salty laughter

I’ll probably do some good eating
And to celebrate maybe some cake and delicious pies
But a day like today I use it to reset, project and reflect
Laughing to myself and thinking, how funny time flies