swimming sucks.

I'm back from my first swim practice. I'm out of shape. I gained five pounds over the summer. I can barely move right now. I just ate three helpings of food.

 To make a long story short, I simply died.

 I even wrote a poem about it. Ready?

Swimming Sucks.

Looking forward for this day

For a while now

Molded into my mind like clay

September 10th, couldn't forget it somehow

From five-thirty to eight

My first swim practice would commence

I waited at home, just so I wouldn't be late

When I walked in, I should of used my common sense

I haven't exercised for a while

I gained a few pounds to top it off

I should of ran right out of there with a smile

But instead I sat down with my friends, without an itch or a nervous cough

But as the coaches started talking about how hard it would be

I should have realized right there

This isn't where I belonged. Why didn't I see?

We started and immediately everyone started started to share

how much it hurt

how it ached

But we were all alert

Because the coach wouldn't be shaked

by our pleas of help

Work harder, train harder, breathe less

But our arms felt like kelp

An hour left, God bless

Now it's finally over 

I'm home now

But unless I find a four leaf clover

I shall have to plow

Through a morning practice tomorrow

Waking up bright and early at five a.m.
Pancakes, anyone?

Gotta run. I have a FIVE IN THE MORNING practice to wake up to. </3 Fi