Listen up, me
We're done with your negative thinking. We're done with your whining and your sliding down the slippery slope of depression. We've had it. We're not going to take it anymore. It's over. Life's not fair. Things don't always work out the way you want them to. Hang on Sloopy. Sloopy, hang on. For the rest of this week, we're going to nurse the knee, we're going to nurse the throat. We're going to eat well. We're going to rest well. We are going to be all that we can be. Come Sunday, we're going to toe that starting line (or that line 13,000 people back from the starting line), smile because it's been a great ride and give it a go. If we have to walk, we'll walk. If we have to quit, we'll quit. There are people who have much bigger problems than not fulfilling a goal the way they wanted to. Consider yourself lucky. Remember the 20-miler? Wasn't that worth it? Of course it was. And how lucky are you that you've shared so many runs with your good friend Matt? Very lucky, man. Very lucky. So children are starving in somewhere, and old people are desperate for fanny packs somewhere, but you've got food on the table and a fanny pack stylishly situated on your hip. You're set. So, let's see that big smile. Give it the old college try. And quit your whining. Que sera sera. And other Latin that means get over it, punk. Enjoy. Rock on.