I’m going to kick your ass today.
I want you to know that.
And I want you to know that ahead of time.
Because I want you to be ready.
So please plan on bringing everything you got.
Bring the hurt.
Bring the shortness of breath.
Bring the dead legs.
Bring your hills and your cracked sidewalks and your roots and rocks littering the trail.
Bring it all.
I may not have been ready for you before.
But I’m ready now.
I know you.
I know all your games and tricks.
You’ll try to tell me I’m too hungry to run.
Or maybe you’ll tell me I’m too full from eating so close to the run.
You’ll tell me I’m not good enough.
You’ll tell me that I’m never going to get better.
You’ll remind me it’s raining and cold.
Or is it hot and humid?
It doesn’t matter.
So go on and tell me that running is punishment.
Just let me tell you something.
I’m not running to punish myself.
I’m running to punish you.