This me, woke up this morning and decided that today would be all I made it out to be. This me, danced in the rain on the 7th km of a 23km run yesterday. This me made tea today and sat down and had a nearly life changing conversation with myself about the power that potential holds. This me, crumbled in the corner... will not give up. This me, can make that fixed geared bike go up that mountain tomorrow. This me, will swim fearlessly in that water hiding my future so brightly on the sunrise. This me, stuck in the memory of failure, will not give in. This me, will move with the beat of my own drum, will sing out loud when people are listening, will not look back (kinda pointless anyway right?). This me, will be in your face until you show me the right direction, or at least get the heck out of the way! This me, in these unattractive stained running shoes, will not care what you think. This me, is terrified. This me, will run those miles, will make a memory worth keeping. This me, .... There was a point..... This me... This me... Is racing again in 13 days. And needed to vent.
This me, will make this a race you wish you'd seen. This me, will make this me proud.