Fire Your Fitness Coach

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They tell you, “Come on, don’t let up now!”
As if they need to show you how.
But deep inside, you’ve always known—
The joy of movement is yours alone.

 

You jump, you swing, you strike with grace,
Not for the cheers, not for the race.
The rhythm calls, your body flows,
No need for voices to impose.

 

Their words invade, they break the spell,
You play for fun, but they can't tell.
Turn them off, let music guide,
Intrinsic joy will be your ride.

 

The world insists we need a shove,
To work, to move, to learn, to love.
But when their praise defines the game,
The spark inside won’t burn the same.

 

So fire the ones who push and pry,
The bosses, teachers asking why—
Why you would do what brings you glee,
Without a prize, without a plea.

 

No force required, no guilt, no fear,
Your passion fuels the path that’s clear.
You run, you rise, you break the chains—
Your life is yours, so take the reins!