Fifteen-minutes doesn’t seem long,
Until your lungs begin burning,
An end to the round you’re yearning;
Cardio issues: a sad song,
When diet’s good, but training’s wrong.
Coach told the team, “Run round the lake,”
You jogged half and said, “For fuck’s sake,”
Arms waist high, you’re hit like a gong.
Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/04/17/decima-poetry-challenge/.