A Dear Legs Letter…
I see it’s been a while since I wrote to you. I apologize. I have been busy trying to heal you up so you can, you know enable me to run on you. Yep. Since January dude. It has not been easy. Not at all. In fact, you fought me every step of the way and continue to fight me even now.
Why? Summertime is practically here and all I want to be able to do is to run on you. Perhaps, complete a few races in good times and live to blog about it.
Ok, I admit the TOE was my fault. It was. BUT LEGS why did it take so very long for that TOE to heal up? Would it have been hard for you to heal TOE up in 1 months time? WHY on why 4 months?? The shin. NOT MY FAULT. Well perhaps just a little. NO NOT EVEN A LITTLE.
Dude, I am training for a half marathon and I needed to get the hilly loops of Prospect Park done. Yeah, DONE! I ran the hills and the hills hit the shins hard, but LEGS you could have just overlooked that and let me be. Perhaps, you were tired that day? I pushed you too hard? You have to talk it out bitch. I am here, I hear you and will listen. BUT, I won’t listen when I have to have xray after xray and scary MRI’s. FOR WHAT??
Now the thighs are giving me aggravation. It was pointed out to me LEGS that my pains are moving upward. So, does that mean that soon LEGS will be free and will allow me the pleasure of running?? Gosh, I sure hope so LEGS? Think about it. Long and hard. Summertime is here. The weather is sensational most days. LEGS, where do you want to be? Perched vicariously on the couch never in a comfy position with a laptop always on top of you OR outside in the sunshine with cool breezes coming off the ocean, gently massaging you?
Sure, you may want to take the easy way out and not WORK but dude, this is my body, my summertime and my running. NOT YOURS. I own you dude. Think about that bitch. And I am calling you bitch in the best possible way.
So, LEGS please be good to me this summertime. I promise once the races are over, I will give you a break and just run. No hilly hills or 10 milers. None of that. Just running because really, LEGS – what else is there??
Just up on my boardwalk. Slow and steady.
At this moment in time I so want the Brooklyn Half Marathon to be upon me. TAKE ME. I have no time goal but I want to finish the race in a respectable time. The hills in Prospect Park are vicious and hilly and mean to me. I do not like mean. Mean sucks. It’s not like they are even nice hills. I’ve met nice hills. I have TED with me though and in all honestly TED is going to help me. Just by him being there running it by my side, I know in my heart I will finish it. :O)
I really want to hug it out bitch with my LEGS. Not sure I can though, I am not yet very flexible.