I'm running again, so get lost already.
Oh don't think I didn't recognize you. I have seen you before. I felt you before I could see you. I felt you before you even got out of bed this morning.
I don't care that you think sleeping is optional during the night time hours. That's when runners sleep. I don't desire to examine any aspect of my life between 1am - 4am. You are a sick b*tch if you're into that.
When my alarm goes off at 4:30, don't even consider hitting the snooze button. I'm a runner, and a student, and a mom. This is my one shot to get my sweat on and I am getting up to run or swim, even if you tell me not to.
Napping isn't congruent with my lifestyle either, so the inescapable weariness you're ladling onto me midday is not going to cut it. I will keep shaking it off, I will refuse to crawl into my toasty warm bed until a respectably late hour after the sun has set.
The aching lump that chokes me, the one that can't be washed down by water, tea, or hot coffee is just going to be ignored. So is the unquenchable thirst, the sour taste, and the tightness in the back of my jaw.
Fighting you is making me tired, but I will win. You've celebrated your little "victory" too soon. Sorry but your a** is going down.
Go suck it. I don't have time for you.
I'm a runner.