I dedicate this poem to all who have endured the pain known as LEG DAY.
Last night is the night most dreaded,
But the green lights seemed to know where I was headed,
With ease, I arrived, to discover in surprise,
That Leg Day was today — and my trainer meant it!
With 50 pound weights, I struggled,
To squat down lower, what a hassle!
If that wasn’t enough, he decided to go up,
To 70 pounds and 20 squats — oh, help!
But I did it, though my legs were shaking after four,
By ten, they were screaming no more!
Yet I pushed, and I groaned, and I made it through,
But that wasn’t close to the end, oh no!
He said it is time for leg presses!
Do not think for a second about resting.
I sighed and I pushed with all of my force,
’til I thought my knees would give up and die.
There was more after that, but it is starting to blur,
by that time walking was getting harder to endure,
We worked the inner and outer thighs until I wanted to cry,
and ended the night with 3 sets of jump squats — oh my!
The pain has not yet set in, but I am waiting,
By 5pm, I’ll be wishing,
That instead of Leg Day, I was home eating cake,
But hopefully in the end, it’ll be worth it!