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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

A Letter

Dear Intervals,

Listen, I know I told you that I needed a break. Things between us started fast. Including that one week where things moved a little too fast. But we adjusted and settled into something serious. You were good for me.  I was always a little nervous the night before. But, it was the good kind of nervous, the butterflies in my stomach kind of nervous. You always got my heart pumping and got me all flushed and sweaty. And most importantly, you gave me the confidence I needed to get through weeks of training and then through race day. I owe a lot of my race success to you.

We had a good run, you and me.

And after the race, I felt like I needed some time. Some time apart from you. It only made sense, ya know? I was afraid of getting hurt. Your intensity is something that I can only handle once a week or so and after 18 weeks, my body needed a break. So, with a heavy heart, I decided it was best that we parted ways for a little while.

I was sad. I took it slow for a couple of weeks, filling my log with lots of easy miles to try and forget about you. I resisted the urge to sneak out and try to see you. But, then, last week, something amazing happened. After talking about you with my Coach, she gave me the go ahead to start seeing you again! Now, before you get too excited, we're going to have to scale the relationship back a bit. I'm training for a marathon now, so we're not going to be able to move as fast as we did before. But, I think we'll be able to meet up once a week for a good go at it.

Our first meet up back together this morning had me a little nervous. What if you were a bit scorned from the whole break-up thing? Would you be tough on me? Would things be weird? After about 100 meters in, I knew that things were going to be alright. I've missed you, Intervals.

What I want, you've got
And it might be hard to handle
But like the flame that burns the candle
The candle feeds the flame .

What I've got is full stock
of thoughts and dreams that scatter
You pull them all together
And how, I can't explain, oh yeah

But you make my dreams come true
Well well well you, you make my dreams come true
Hall and Oates.

See ya next week.



Tanya said...

A love letter to intervals, complemented by a Hall and Oates earworm.

My day is complete.

chacha said...

I have that song on my marathon playlist. Love that song!