Exercise is bad for you

As my legs turn to muscle,
My mind turns to mush.
I forgot how to write poems,
But I have a hard tush. 
An acceptable trade-off?
My body looks hot,
But my poem-writing skills
Appear to be shot.

Cheerios and Fear

I went to spin this morning with my SIL.  My husband was nice enough to watch not only our kids, but SIL's kids as well.  I received a text right as class was starting: "The house smells of Cheerios and fear."  It made me laugh, and inspired this poem.

The house smells of Cheerios and fear,
As five young children now are here.
My husband was left alone,
With these five offspring in our home.
Nephew, nephew, sons and niece,
Looks like there will be no peace.
Five and one and two and three,
Just nine months for one that's wee.
Mom and Auntie have gone spinning,
Sweating, working, puffing, grinning.
Spin was great, my legs did burn,
As I made my pedals turn.
Afterwards, we made a stop,
At the local coffee shop.
Arriving home, the kids were fine,
There hadn't been excess of whine,
And more important: Dan was okay
He had handled fine the fray.
I know that he was apprehensive,
And his morning was intensive,
But while he may have found it stressful,
We will call the day successful!

Push.

I feel like there should be more to this.  Thoughts?

If I don't push myself,
I will not improve.
I can stay in my rut,
Comfortable in my groove.

Sometimes I'm content,
Here in this place
Change can be scary,
And I know this space.

When I challenge myself,
I only get stronger,
So I can go further,
Harder or longer.

I will set small goals,
See what is feasible,
I just might surprise myself,
With what is achievable.

with each small goal,
That I do achieve,
My confidence expands,
In myself I believe.

Spin Class

Breathless, straining,
Quads are burning,
Fight to keep those
Pedals turning.
Sweating, puffing,
Legs are shaking
My whole body now
Is aching.
Spirit is weak,
Motivation: gone.
Feeling faint...
Oh? Class is done?

I also wrote a status haiku.  I find that singing along to the music helps distract me from the fact I want to die.  One of the other participants kept glaring every time we would sing.  We being me and my new spin buddy who also enjoys singing:

Challenging spin class
Singing helps to pass the time
Warren's not a fan

For the record, about 30 minutes in, I couldn't sing anymore because I was so breathless.

Here's one for today:

Aching, sore muscles
Walking like an old lady
Day after spin class

Be thankful it's not about how much my butt hurts.

Return to Swim

First swim today
In a year and a half
I hope the real triathletes
Don't point and laugh.

I drew a doodle,
A swimmer with a dream
Of winning a trophy, a medal
And a triple ice cream.

I got to the class,
The coach had advice
To improve my position
And was super nice.

I did half the workout,
With a bit extra rest,
But whenever I breathed left,
Out popped my breast.

I swam 750 meters,
I didn't drown,
I will go back again,
I won't be wearing a frown.

I will get better!
This I cannot dispute!
But before I go back,
I need a new suit.

Who wouldn't want a trophy, a medal AND a triple scoop ice cream with a cherry on top!?