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/.