I’m sorry for leaving you in the trunk of my car since October. That was rude of me. But you were rude too, every time I opened the trunk, there you were, giving me an evil look. You reminded me of my weaknesses, so I’d slam the trunk door back down. I hoped that I wouldn’t have to ever welcome you into my home, because that would mean that I had finally accepted you.
Well, almost 30 days from now is what I was going to call my “last chance marathon”. I was going to give it one last try, and then move on. But I know that you know that’s a silly thing to say. Just like the word “never”.
I hope that your winter months in the trunk were not as cold and dreary as mine. I welcome you to join us in the apartment, to sit next to my other race medals. You might find common interest with the 2010 Chicago Marathon finisher medal. And when you find yourself feeling at home in your new place amongst my other race medals, please lift the spell that you cast on my current running abilities. I may have wasted an opportunity to utilize those abilities in Chicago in 2011, but dammit, I’d like to feel confident at the starting line in May too.
(lost my) Happy Pace