Steve_Bamlett_blog

HITT Circuits once never did cause me pain,

As from walking into gyms I’d abstain

Passing their doors with over-hasty tread,

Preferring instead to stay tuck’d in bed.

Year on year till so large my body grew

Covering wasting muscles with inches. Few

Heartbeats were recorded, and no step-count

Register’d. The only hill I’d mount

In life- a wooden hill to bed at night.

So once this place drew me warmly within

The fold of its heart, engaging in Spin

More fun because communal, soon I began

And passion for lean, if not mean, did arise

So that bum and tum would decrease in size.

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Counting my blessings I name these brave folks

Called Josh and Nat, blush at bold Paul’s jokes.

Let’s call out our Gordon and bow to boss

Steve. For more words I’d spin in Dante’s Hell –

SO let’s say HAPPY CHRISTMAS CCL

Love from Steve