Weight Loss Can Be Fun

"Excuse me" the wind is with my voice today.
Four young girls scatter, confusion clears a path.
Surprised at the power of my voice and wind combined,
I pass the jumble, transferring a little worth, and find

As I pass the blur of railing revealing people blurred aside,
I turn the rail-blurred corner, the slope down beckoning speed.
But brakes applied give restraint to navigate my way
Around the fat-arsed couple, strained with paltry Tesco bags.

Then released, my machine and I scoop wind and path along,
Evade the brakes for as long as the vermin walkers stride
To distance themselves from my still screechless wheels
Until applied to the cusp of collision and flying myself high -

Without my machine, I am vulnerable and pedestrian too,
A foot soldier to the Gods who would have me think.
Stay this side of the handlebars, I will retain control
And evade those that slowly struggle, shuffle and think.

Across the bridge, the young lad oblivious until I pass
That but for my steering skills, he would be skimmed of life;
Respectful of my respect for those that slowly ponder,
I climb the hill that is the battle that tests my fitness level.

The rucksack on my back full of Tesco promises of life -
Giving sustenance, the other two-thirds unbidden extras.
Plans on lists are like good intentions, or fables of old,
Where expectations, though turbulent, are so inaccurately sold.

Still, I make my way with a higher gear than expectations intended,
And longer though it seems, it slowly seems less effort is expended
Than last I made this ride, still laden down with unnecessary bites,
This must be payment for the silver seven's dizzying, struggling heights.

The final strait is level, straight, an easy performance to finish on.
The relative ease makes me ponder the merits of my weight loss.
Perhaps being the sole male member of my Weight Watchers Thursday
Is a bearable burden when my next seven may make my Tesco shopping
Fun, even.