As I run, my feet pound the floor.
My heart beats faster.
My breathing becomes irregular.
I try to catch my breath as we move on.
My body sweating, muscles aching,
I drag myself elsewhere,
Only to meet my next doom.
My dusty, warm cynical doom.
One day it's running under the unmerciful sun.
The next it's the cold, fowl, intimidating weight machines.
No fans, no air conditioners, no excuses.
It's all on you, weighing itself on you.
Where mintues feel like hours,
Hours feel like days, days like years.
Inhaling the gym floor dust and dirt.
Oh, how my lungs can't take this anymore.
Don't forget to dress down, be on time,
Be tough, bring water, wipe your sweat off.
Don't forget to bring deoderant, wear your hair up...
Because we're going to P.E.
