Dear Winter,
I think this was the first week we finally had to face our first true battle against you. You pulled out your little devils, darkness and cold, and sad to say you won this week. Let us please observe a moment of silence for this sad news minute.
Monday was the first day back to reality, day after daylight savings, oh barf. Nothing like that blessed depressing event to remind us that you, our Winter ‘friend’, have truly arrived. And your little demon the cold, oh how we’d like to kick him in the knee caps-- if there were knee caps to kick.
However, don’t start thinking you’re all that. All is not lost for us, we did plan ahead. The beautiful thing about using our 12-week training program is that we gave ourselves 16 weeks to accomplish it. That leaves a wee little wiggle room for the unintentional slacker weeks, oh the tender mercies. Keep throwing your mean, mean, mean tactics at us; we have adjusted our battle plan. Turns out we’ve survived car accidents, college, dumb dumb movies, missions, heartbreaks, food poisoning, daily road construction, and Beas singing to Keith early on Saturday mornings—so needless to say, we can overcome any little demons you throw at us. We’ll accept your white flag of surrender anytime.
Sincerely,
Us
P.S. hope there are no hard feelings, just because we think you suck doesn’t mean there aren’t others out there who love you.
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