The First Run Back
As I stare ahead and begin to move,
My knees and ankles start to ache,
It's so hard to get back into my groove,
I wonder how much more I can take,
Even though I have only begun,
My lungs fill up with air and burn,
But it's only been a short run,
I assure myself as I round the next turn,
Before me stands a gargantuan hill,
Overshadowed by the budding trees of spring,
Right now I could use a strong pill,
For the pain in my back that begins the sting,
The first day back is always so tough,
But at least on the beach I'll look very buff.
There's my attempt at creative writing, Shakespearean sonnet. Criticize, analyze, laugh, but please say something.
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