Better By Bike

She ages but she’s relatively sound,
although she has less stamina and wind.
She doesn’t sleep as deeply, and she’s found
her epidermis saggy and so thinned,
she’ll bruise from using keys or bumping wood.
Resuming after illness exercise,
she tries to crunch and stretch, and sure it’s good,
but she concludes aerobics gets the prize.

The feedback was too pointed to ignore.
Her heart rate rose; her nose began to run;
she pedaled and respired even more,
and 13 minutes after she’d begun,
she felt herself return. No hurt impeded.
Her body said exactly what she needed.

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