how you doin’?
hey. motivation. yeah, you. ‘sup. how you doin’. you’re looking good these days, mighty fine, mighty fine. but why’re you way over there? we used to be close. tight. you scratched my back, i scratched your back. it was good. we had something going.
now you’ve got no time for me, you’re busy, distracted. i thought i lived up to my end of the bargain this summer. i’m not the fastest chick out there, but i had results. i made progress. 27 minutes off my olympic PR, 50 minutes off my 70.3 PR. wasn’t that good enough for you?
i know, i know. i’ll take some of the heat, i’m partially to blame. i gave you the cold shoulder for awhile there. at first it was recovery and i really needed it, but then…. yeah. it became more. it took over. but i never meant for you to go. i needed you more than ever. i needed you whispering those sweet nothings, telling me to quit my bitching and suck it up princess.
i’m going to lay it out for you here. ’cause motivation, baby, i need you. 2012 is a big year.
2012 is 41. 41 is a lucky race number, the number i will be sporting on my calf for the year. lucky? yeah. i think sir roger bannister would agree.
2012 is 70.3 through the hills of clermont in april. the testing grounds.
2012 is 140.6 through the hills of idaho in june. and there is retribution to be had. this will not be a repeat of panama city. this will be my own private idaho.
2012 is maybe, just maybe, some more running. say, 50 miles worth. i’m not making any promises but i’ve been toying with that for awhile and i think it’s time to buck up. and that’s why i need you.
there it is. there you have it. i can’t promise it’ll always be good. it’s a love-hate thing, i know. there will be arguments along the way. i won’t always do what i should. there will be some bitching and complaining. but that’s why i need you, whispering in my ear: “suck it the f*** up princess.”
you always know just what to say, baby.
