Dad’s a fitness freak

up at 5.30am

pounding the streets

drinks low-carb beer

does sit-ups

in front of the telly

he liked me playing cricket

with Dave

tries to get me

down the park now

batting and bowling

with him

or up before dawn

riding my bike

while he puffs

and sweats

and says, ‘you

should be running too’

he hates me

slobbing around

wants me to join

scouts, athletics, soccer

how many times

can I say no?