Hurdles At 36 Poem by Anita Atina
Hurdles At 36
36 and fit
Jetting between cars and planes
In the hot seat of success
Never careless or drunk
Eating carefully
Gymming regularly
On a regular evening
Minor discomfort
Escalated rapidly
From treadmill to the operation table
Angioplasty and clots removed
In time to save his life
Is this what he was running for?
At 36 a serious heart condition
Has thrown up a surprising hurdle
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4/25/2024 10:27:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm a runner at 64 and so far I have cleared all the hurdles.