An Ode to my Treadmill, By Mia
The road to nowhere
but traveled nonetheless.
Hamster on her own private wheel.
Numbers glaring red at her.
Taunting with the time
moving slowly.
Especially when she is going nowhere.
And yet she is moving
Away from guilt.
Away from the cookies in the jar.
Staring at the room in front of her.
Huffing and puffing.
Glaring at the numbers glaring at her.
Thanking God for Ipods.
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