What, you think I’m afraid of you? You think your persuasive powers have any use on me?
Oh no buddy. You picked the wrong person.
You may haunt me with negative thoughts before sunrise, you may team up with your big white and deviously comforting accomplice to pull me back with clawing outstretched arms, you may seek the help of your friend to reason with me (saying: “It’s time to taper anyway, take it easy.” or “You can always do it later.”).
You can throw me whatever you bloody hell want. Hit me with your best shot.
But I won’t give in to you. Oh no I won’t.
Nimmies (aka Negative voices In My Mind), you will never win. For my desire is way stronger than you can ever fathom.
I nearly caved in this morning, but I triumphed once again. Off I went, albeit a bit later than usual, for a 6am run. Through Commonwealth and Tanglin and Holland, along the way sprinting up hills nine times over.
Just over an hour later I was home, adrenalin rushing through my veins and euphoria swarming my mind. My legs shot, my body dripping with sweat, my breathing out of whack.
It felt so good to be on the road again.
Monday, now it’s your turn to take me on. Come get me.