MISTAKES

I'd hoped to go through life with no mistake,
But that's a goal I did not make.
I doubt anything could be finer
Than that all the errors be minor
For which one blame must take.

YOUR THYROID

Is your thyroid working great?
How is your metabolic rate?
Have you seen your medic?
Is everything copesetic
Without a problem that could escalate?

Is your thyroid outputting thyroxin galore?
Or does your system need a little more?
Is the TSH from your pituitary
So high it's a little scary?
Then how is your free T4?

ALBATROS

This huge bird eats food from the ocean,
Makes long flights with no flapping motion
On narrow wings several feet long
Through frigid winds that oft are strong,
And tends its young with great devotion.

On wings narrow and long,
In winds cold and strong,
With no flapping motions,
It soars above the icy oceans
Where this huge bird belongs.

CHILLY RUN

Rolled out of bed right early
Lest my wife later be surly.
Put on a third shirt,
Thinking it hardly could hurt.
Went out and started my run
Well before the rising of the sun.
With insufficient warning,
A chill had come before morning.
Though I think I'm no bumpkin,
Was surprised to find frost on the pumpkin.
The temp I had wrongly assessed
And was a little too lightly dressed.
Didn't consider turning back,
For courage I didn't lack,
Knowing cold you can face
If you keep up a good pace.
Light gloves, no hat, no tights
Would quite serve me alright.
Barely warm enough on arms and torso.
Wished some other parts were more so.
Got cold beyond the wrists,
But fingers survived by making fists.
Ears got cold after a mile.
Legs warmed up after a while.
Few cars to be seen on the street.
Rubbed ears to bring them some heat.
On the trail it was right lonely,
And bare legs mine were the only.
Put a glove on a private part
When it started to smart.
Double duty that glove served,
Half its time for my hand reserved.
Though the chill did not my style cramp,
My shirts became but a tiny bit damp.
Not one shirt did I doff.
A sunny day was starting off
When to finish I was glad,
Though it really hadn't been bad.

REGIONAL IRON HORSE TRAIL

Included in my Alamo jogging course
Is the Regional Trail Iron Horse.
It's long and straight and flat and boring.
But instead of streets exploring,
I use this paved resource.

It's here that many locals jog
And many a lady walks her dog.
On this former path for locomotives
There is no traffic automotive,
Nor is there any smog.

GET OUT THAT DOOR

When the weather is cold or poor
And your muscles are a little sore,
By far the hardest part
Is at the very start --
Getting out through that door.

A good run is out there in store.
So, running friends, I implore,
Think of the runs you've had
That weren't all that bad
Once you got out that door.

You've got the gumption
For running resumption.
Call up gumption more
To pass through that door.
It won't cause consumption.

This you've done before.
This you can do once more.
Though your legs be gimpy,
Don't you be too wimpy
To get on out that door!

THROUGH THE WALL

Can you recall
Hearing your parents crawl?
How were your construing
What they were doing
When you listened through the wall?