For seven years now, you and I have fought. I grit my teeth at you and I do my best to beat you on a daily basis. Finally, you have won the battle. In my running career I covered 14,300 miles. I raced everything from the mile to the Marathon, posting a mile best of 4:41 and a Marathon (26.2 miles) in just under 4 hours. You allowed me these opportunities before you warned me to back off. I didn't listen to you. And now, the pain in these hips, has reached the point where I say, enough is enough. I vowed you would not win, but you did. I challenged you over the trails this past summer, the 14 mile bike rides, the deer hunting, and so on, no matter how much you fought back. Yet, I sit here now, admitting at last, that you have beaten me. But, now it's your turn to listen. Because this is not the end. This my dear friend, is the starting line.
Tomorrow begins the new training program. I will be training to prepare myself for two hip replacements. There will be exercise and stretching where you will cause me to wince with those sharp stabs you will throw at me. There will be a flood of nutrients entering my body that will strengthen the muscles around my beaten and arthritic ball & socket joints. Water, milk, Glucosamine and Proteins, will stand by my side in battle against you and you will fall this time. You are not a mile, and you aren't a marathon. You are an annoyance that must be crushed. You will not win because I will overpower anything you can throw at me. I have gotten to know you so well because I have lived with you for so long that I know what you like. You like it when I add a few pounds. You like it when I sit in the car for a while so that you can throw your punches as I try to stand. You love me at work because you know I will stand all night and you can stab at me for eight continuous hours. But I also know what you don't like.
You don't like me eating fruit or drinking water. You don't like me taking supplements or eating fish and poultry after a spinach salad. You hate me eating those apples that I love so much. Celery and carrots are your enemies, perhaps more than I am. You hate me walking that mile each morning. You don't like it when I stretch through you and make you go away for a while. Well guess what ole buddy. You're going to really hate me now! For the next half a year, I'm going to punch back. All of that which you hate, YOU will have to deal with on a daily basis now! You want so much to be in my life forever, but your time is almost up. This time, you're going down!!!