Friday, 1 September 2017


I watched him as he huff-puffed past my window

those first few days when on his new regime

and watched again when he returned, now slower.

I reckoned that by Tuesday he’d give in.

But day by day he passed my window faster,

his face set in a grimace that said 'More'

as though he knew to give up was no option.

He’d seen a sign – the type you don’t ignore.

As weeks went by, he huff-puffed less, walked stronger,

his new legs striding through the morning light,

his body firming up as his resolve did - 

a future that had gone to seed, in sight.

            I watched him as I too had much to lose

            and tugged on my neglected walking shoes.

© Fran Hill

'A pedometer saved my life': How I became fit in my 60s

Fran is a writer and English teacher based in Warwickshire, UK.