no matter how competitive I am

I cannot run as fast as these young men

my lazy body doth protest too much

I therefore walk behind the pack who runs

I cannot fathom how your legs can work

At such high speeds for such extended time

For I can barely breathe at half a mile

While you can still have energy at eight

Not every person has the same talents 

There never was a truer statement spoke 

However I do wish my talents were

a speedier and more athletic type