A Letter to Q

I.Q, sounds like an SOS!

Holy wack, un-lyrical, lyrics Andre!  You're f*ckin' right...

To the rapmobile, let's go...    .

{I.Q., I.Q.}, b*tches and gentlemen, it's showtime,

hurry hurry, step right up,

introducing the star of our show, his name is, {I.Q.},

you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now,

so without further ado,

I bring to you,

{I.Q. }

You 'bout to witness (running) in it's most

purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most hardest,

most honest known artist,

chip off the old block, but ol' Q is, {back},

looks like Batman brought his own Robin,

oh G, Sadam's got his own Laden,

with his own private plane, his own pilot,

set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges,

oranges, (blacks), (teals), plums,

syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here he comes,

he’s inches, away from you, dear fear none,

running is in a state of 911, so...

Let's get down to business,

I don't got no time to play around, what is this,

must be a circus in town, let's shut the sh*t down

on these clowns, can I get a witness?

{hell yeah}

Dear Q-sack,

I thought Detroit Marathon = Eminem.

I.Q. = Bada**

Bada** + Eminem = Angry Rap Lyrics

Hope I didn’t miss the mark, and if I did… WTFC? 

By Sunday afternoon this will all be over.

Now… on to business.

At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss. --Paulo Coelho   (obviously there is only one thing you can get from this:  Paulo is a genius.)

Did I ever tell you about that time that my hot coach went to Detroit and destroyed the Free Press Marathon?  You know what makes the story more amazing?  He had surgery in February of that same year.  This guy can run… you should look him up….  He’s a freaktastic coach.  On the coaching scale, he's way better than me...

Seriously though, of all the athletes I have ever coached to Detroit, you’re my favorite, and in the year it’s been since I first considered giving you CPR, I’ve really enjoyed 'coaching' you.  

(~ah, well, huh~ that sounds a lot more interesting in print than it was in reality)

I know you have some sayings you give to your athletes before a marathon.  Well, I have some too.

The Hay is in the Barn… and that sh*t is rough on the skin and itches like a mo'fo, so don’t forget to glide.

Remember, it’s a marathon, not a sprint, let the race come to you, and remember it’s only ~like~ 42,000 meters.

Try NOT to suck…   I made that up myself…

You didn’t train for 24 weeks not to bring it on race day…. ^ See above ^.

Galactically Bada** is a state of mind. 

When you see the mile 22 mile marker, just remember, “You’ve got GREAT STAMINA… call me!”

AND when someone says, “JUST KEEP GOING!”, the appropriate response is “THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID.”

AND finally, the most important aspect of GBA marathoning... when things feel a little rough, it's always OK to tell the volunteers & spectators that you “NEED MORE COWBELL.”

Be in the moment.  This is your day, your season, relax and enjoy it.  

You are great.  The proof is all around you.  

If you can't see that, I will help you figure out where to look....

“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo Coelho

~savor the run~

g.