Who Am I? - a poem

The following is a poem I wrote titled "Who Am I?" The title is because it's sort of a riddle, so please comment and answer the question after reading! [Also, disclaimer, I don't write poetry very often... So yes please give feedback, but don't be too harsh! ;-)]

Who Am I?

I used to be lean and fit for a fight.

I used to be stretched to my limits, daily.

There was a day I bemoaned my strenuous life,

When I truly believed I would prefer

Endless

Vacation time.

There was a time that I longed to hang a sign on the door,

Stating “gone fishing,” “out to lunch,”

“Do not disturb”

“Back in ten minutes” (or not!).

Any known phrase to make work go away

And give me

My freedom.

When once I trained daily, hourly even,

As if for marathon level competition,

Now I sit

And watch my former glory and strength

Fade into something

Floppy

And sad.

When once I assured myself

I needed a break,

A siesta or nap time—
Give me just one day off!

Now I cannot believe how

Out of shape

I’ve become.

I thought my might was natural, a gift.

Only now do I see the true state of things:

What I thought was innate was, in reality,

Beaten into me

One day after another,

Using drills and seemingly painful techniques.

I whined and complained and took too many water breaks,

Yet despite my best efforts to escape from each workout,

I became rather fit over the years.

But now—Oh! Look at me now!

I cannot begin to describe my despair!

I can’t do what I once came easily,

I’m a disgrace to my name!

A regular sloth.

I’m lazy

And hazy and

Hungry for the past.

Freedom? I ask myself: is it so great?

Freedom! HA!

Is this what I wanted?

To lose my agility,

To bid adieu to my stature, flexibility, and speed?

To shamefully lack the ability to lift

Even the lightest of items

Which, by the way,

Were once

A breeze.

My cry has reversed now;

(The irony kills me!)

I’m begging for exercise,

Something heavy to lift!

Like language, or new skills, or, or, geography!

Give me a challenge,

Let me flex these drooping muscles again!

Let me re-train myself

Before it’s too late.

Before I can’t even remember my name.

Chances are you don’t recognize me;

I’m not sure I do.

So let me inquire, could you remind me, perhaps,

Who am I?