Poetry and motion

It’s been a while since I last shared a poem with everyone, so I thought I’d once again delve into my archives to dig one out which I wrote in the mid-80’s. This one is called ‘Memories’ and was obviously written at a time of reflection!

When you’re feeling down and out,
Nothing else seems to count.
The problems you’ve got might seem bad,
But don’t despair and don’t be sad.
Just pick up a phone and dial a friend,
They’re bound to have advice to lend.
Broken up with someone you liked?
Look back on the good things, the things you got right.
You’re not alone in this world you know,
For millions of others are said to be so.
Live for the future and not for the past,
Unless you want your depression to last.
Be happy and forget all strife,
Always look at the bright side of life.

Well enough of my poetic ramblings, it’s time to talk about my lunchtime runs again (and no I’m not talking about dysentery). Being a glutton for punishment, I decided to pound the beach once again in my quest for a leaner, fitter me and proceeded to sweat my way to a 24 minute run. Painful yes, but more importantly progress.