Ow my legs hurt

 Hello everyone. Here is a poem, called "Ow, my legs hurt"

Ow, my legs hurt.

Ow Ow Ow.
Ow.

They hurt because of my hubris. Ow.
Knowing this does not make the hurt less. Ow.

I regret nothing
    Except that my legs hurt.

Ow Ow.

One day my legs will not hurt
That day is not today
And I am resentful of this fact.

Ow. My legs. They hurt.

No idea what inspired this poem, but on an unrelated note I'm going to try to keep my bike rides below 8 hours in future.