Ode to an Athlete

I was always an athlete of sorts,
Swim-, bike-, and run- ing my sports.
When Parkinson’s hit,
I couldn’t just sit
Like a rusty old ship docked in port.

I first took an exercise class
‘cause I had to do something fast.
Fitness set me in motion,
like some magic potion,
to put my PD in the past.

A triathlon is for me.
I’m entered in race number three.
I’ll try hard to win,
though chances are thin.
It’s the effort I make that’s the key.

In Richmond we’ve started a group
To exercise, squat, bend and stoop.
We have lots of fun,
and when we are done,
we’ll have kicked old PD for a loop!

We continue our non-ending fight,
To try to make everything right,
by using computers
among our recruiters
who log in on our own web site.*