It’s hot. Heck, it’s always hot in August in Texas. Yet, somehow, many of us still manage to lace up our shoes and hit the hot asphalt for a walk, run or bike ride. That was the inspiration for this week’s Typewriter Rodeo poem by Sean Petrie.
EXERCISING IN AUGUST
Why oh why
Did I decide to do it?
My feet are on fire
But I’ll push through it
The ground is baked dust
The sun is on HIGH
And I’m sweating from my head
To the top of my thigh
I hope it’s worth it
To lose a few pounds
And I feel a bit, dizzy…
Should I just turn around?
Now my vision is hazy
But I’m gonna keep going
Man, I should’ve brought water
And the world, is it slowing?
But the trail is all mine
There’s no about
I just hope someone finds me
When I
Pass out.
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