To my dearest body,
I know that we don't have the best history. I treated you poorly for so many years. Overeating. Refusing to do any serious cardio. I abused you. But you never failed me. You put up with anything I threw at you. Without uttering a single peep. And I thank you for sticking with me.
I've tried my best over the past six years to change my ways. To treat you like the idol that you are. I've cut my portion sizes. And learned about moderation. I've gained a love for exercise. And lost a ton of weight. I've run mile after mile. Pounding my joints with each step. I know at times I have been hard on you. But without fail, you have been there for me. Never complaining.
And in the past week, I've asked you to do even more. I've upped my running and added some serious cross training to our days. That cross training is named P90X and the two of you are not yet friends. After all these years of silence, you are finally speaking up. You are angry at P90X for disturbing what we had. You are working harder than you ever have and are undoubtedly feeling the pain. But I promise you, it will be worth it. Three months from now, when we look back on our time with P90X, our thoughts will be filled with admiration and respect and thanks. For you will be a stronger and more fit version of yourself. Nothing bad can come from this.
Oh, and one more thing. I know I it's a lot to ask with the all the cross training and everything, but if you could please just give me the mental and physical strength to make it through the 19-21 miles on our schedule today, I'd really appreciate it. Oh, and be sure to leave me enough juice for tonight's P90X session too!