Excuse me, Obesity? Could I have a word with you please?
Friday, September 14, 2012
Excuse me, Obesity? Could I have a word with you please? Thanks.
As you probably know, I've had some issues with my tendonitis flaring up since my last run. I've been bewildered by the feelings of frustration and anger that have been rising up inside of me.
Why am I angry? Good question. I'm so glad you asked because I've been dying to say this for a couple days now.
I'm so angry at you, Obesity. I loathe you. I detest you. I'm angry that you have a stronghold in our country and in our world. I'm angry that I had so little respect for myself that I let you into my life and allowed you to take control. I'm angry that you are not being labeled correctly by our media as a disease. I hate that you are a killer. I truly believe you are linked to cancer. And I hate that cancer has hurt so many loved ones.
See, I don't just hate the physical effect that you bring (like my ankle issues or heart problems or diabetes, which destroys so many lives). I hate the emotional baggage you bring. I hate that you make us hate ourselves. I hate that we feel powerless against you. I hate that you bring hopelessness. You are evil.
You have tried to destroy me. And I finally woke up and decided that enough was enough. But you wouldn't just slide away quietly into the night. You had to have your vengeance and inflict injury upon me. You knew my sweet, little tiny ankle bone couldn't handle over 600 lbs of pressure while running. Thanks for the souvenir.
But, here's the deal. This is what's going to happen. I have two races to get through between now and October 20th. I am going to train cautiously and intelligently, using bike and swim to build my endurance if necessary. I'm not going to expect fast times or PRs on the next two races. I'm going to take it easy and finish, no matter how slow I am. I will no longer be a slave to you and give into fear and quit just because you're hanging around.
What's more...after these races are over, I have an entire winter to lose weight, heal, crosstrain and pretty much get you out of my life forever. And that is what I plan to do. So...you can flail around and give me your best shot for the next little while...but, rest assured, you are leaving soon. And I won't ever see you again once you're gone.
Even better...after you are gone from my life, I will make it one of my life's passions to drive you from every dear friend or family member's life that I come in contact with. I plan to do everything I can to disarm you and pretty much annihilate the fear and hopelessness that you spread over your victims.
You are going to be so sorry you messed with me.