When we started off you kinda screwed me. I could never play tag because I would get targeted as the slow one and get tagged first. Then since I couldn't breathe I was stuck "It" forever. Who came up with being an "It" anyway? Made me feel like crap. You were no better to me in a swimming pool either. I hated pool games like Marco Polo and all the stupid swim across the pool games. You made it so that I couldn't hold my breath long enough to dive down or swim over, and again the "it" factor showed up again.
I remember winning an award in middle school for being the "most inspirational" athlete. You know why I won that? Because you made go to the ER with asthma attacks. Seems fair, right? Thanks a lot.
Its not just one part of you that let me down either. More recently you decided to self-destruct making me question everything about my life. Am I good enough for my husband? Maybe he should have married someone else who could give him the happiness he deserves. You made me have to rethink my whole life plan....again! Could you throw a few less curve balls. You already destroyed my dream job, do you really have to go for the family too!! You cant really say "at least you got your health," when you are the one screwing that up.
But really today, you weren't so bad. Technically 13 and a half months ago and the ten months prior to that you weren't so bad either (maybe the second time I ever really liked you), but today is fresh on my mind. It seems like when I hate you the most, you come back to help me out again.
You looked good today. You swam like a mermaid, getting out of the lake in less than five minutes. Your stubs sure looked good with numbers written on them. Pretty skinny actually, and lets admit "skinny" is not normally a word we reserve for you. But on the bike, you looked good and dare I say skinny. Most importantly I appreciated the work you put out on the run. You kept the engine roarin and the feet a movin. And even though you were passed by everyone between 40-49 and the whole Woodcreek High tri-team (14-17 years old), you did manage to race to the end with that 10 year old, AND BEAT HIM!! Ha thank that ten year old.
I guess our love-hate relationship will have to continue, but I would really like to hate you less. I realize you may hate me sometimes too. I do enjoy beer without asking your permission, and aspartame sure tastes better than the non-processed stuff, but I promise to treat you better, now just start treating me better please. I made a list of races to do, all of which I will need to train for, so Ill probably eat really healthy all summer. So lets help me out, ok. Just get the asthma, allergies, etc etc under control. Ill work on you but you need to play your part to.
Thank you for your time and consideration.
Sincerely,
The mind that tells you what to do
love this!
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