The Ghost of Fitness Past

I used to cycle every day To school and work and uni; My calves were like chiseled stone (But my upper half quite puny). By the age of twenty-one, y’know I’d done ten thousand miles And no problems to report except The odd crash and minor piles. I was lithe and athletic then. I would run, cycle, swim. (Unlike so many lads at school Whose … Continue reading The Ghost of Fitness Past