Twas the Week Before Christmas........

Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the gym,

The instructors were teaching, class numbers were slim.

The schedules were hung, by the classrooms with care,

In hopes that more people, soon would be there.

Some people on treadmills,

Some snug in their threads,

While visions of protein shakes, Danced in their heads.

Myself in my Reeboks,

And Papa in his cap,

Had just settled into,
 The giant squat rack.

When out on the floor, there was such a clatter,

We racked our weights fast, to see what was the matter.

Across the gym floor our eyes flew like a flash,

With my mouth gaping open, I let out a gasp.

The floor on the breast of the new fallen sweat,

Gave the lustre of workouts, still happening yet.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a man with a client, getting kicked in the rear.

The man was a mountain, so lively and fit,

I knew in a moment, it was Trainer Nick.

Trainer Nick was dressed sporty, from his head to his feet,

His body was lean, from clean food he would eat.

Bundles of resistance bands, hung down his back,

He was always prepared, no client would slack.

More rapid than eagles, his orders they came.

He yelled out the next one, each task had a name:

“Now Bench Press! Now Squat Jumps!

Now Lunges and Curls!

Do Crunches! Do Dips!

No, you’re not gonna hurl!

To the top of the bench!

Get your butt on the ball!

Now burn away, burn away,

Calories all!”

The client looked up,
 At her trainer and sighed,

The obstacles faced seemed to mount to the sky.

With a shake of Nick’s head,

The client, she knew,

She had to keep going,

It was what she must do.

They worked every muscle, until they all failed.

And that’s when Nick really, started to wail.

“You can do it! Believe It! Achieve it!” Nick said.

“That which will not kill us, will build strength instead!”

Nick spoke many words, cheered on the hard work.

His client relieved, at hour’s end she did perk.

“I did it! I made it! I’m alive and feel good!”

“Thanks for making me do, the best that I could!”

As Nick put his hand on her shoulder he said,

“Great job, the goal’s closer. You’ve nothing to dread!”

And I heard Nick exclaim as he walked out of sight,

“Stay true to your goals! Don’t give up the fight!”

--Tabitha Citro