Run intervals on the track I was told.
I head out in the snowy, foggy cold.
I toe the line to start the workout
Two hundred meters to crank out.
The first 100 meters went well
Then the workout went to hell.
Where is the track? Where did it go?
It’s buried under a foot of snow.
I follow what I thought was the turn
My thighs starting already to burn.
The footing is rough; obstacles hidden
My common sense was overridden
I kept stumbling over uneven terrain
Until I landed on my ass-again.
It will do no good if I break an ankle
The recovery time will surely rankle.
I needed to finish the workout still
To the gym, dear runner, and the dreadmill.