Dear Someone Who Doesn't Want Me to Run the Race for Life,
Well you're certainly trying your hardest I have to say. I don't understand why you don't want me to do it you know. I'm a pretty nice person and haven't been too horrible throughout my life and I really want to run this race, I feel quite strongly about it and I decided it was important enough to put on my list of Not Really Resolutions this year.
I've tried hard to make sure I'm fit enough for this race. I've gone from someone who absolutely hated running, to someone who enjoys doing it more than anything (at least while these light nights last) and I want to carry on doing it.
I just want to run this race. Why don't you like it? It's for a good cause, it's fun, it's important to a lot of people, why are you trying to ruin it for me?
You've thrown shin splints at me. And I saw a physiotherapist and learned how to deal with them so I don't get them anymore. You threw a twisted ankle at me. And I just ran on that anyway. You stopped me from running for nigh on 2 months and yet I still went out this weekend and ran 5k in preparation.
So now you've thrown a cold at me. And it's a doozy. I don't know how you've done it but I went from feeling on top of the world one minute to almost literally the next minute sneezing my head off, dealing with a snotty nose and a throat full of razor blades. I can't even muster up the energy to get dressed, never mind go out and run.
I don't understand what your problem is. But more than that I don't know why you're bothering. Haven't you learned who you're dealing with yet? Have any of those things you've thrown at me stopped me so far? No. They have not. And neither with this cold. I'll run it with my razor blade throat. I'll run it with a snot goblin on my back. I'll sneeze my way round hopping on my one good leg if that's what I have to do.
Cut it out. You won't win. And you're actually just really irritating me now.
I'll see you on Sunday.