Run away with me, Lance!
Ewww– gross. This isn’t a romantic gesture (I’m committed to a guy with bona fide moral integrity). I offer as a friend, because I am guessing you’re short on those right now. Come run with me, and escape who you’ve become. Come run with me and rediscover the athlete you once were– the one who ran, swam and cycled because you had drive, talent and above all passion.
We’ll put on some tunes, perhaps Fun. Some Nights:
Well, some nights I wish that this all would end Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights, I’m scared you’ll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win… What do I stand for? What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights I don’t know….
Indeed you won. You cheated death. Then you cheated life. You took that “win at all costs” attitude and you lost everything. But you certainly won’t be forgotten. So, now what do you stand for?
Let’s go for a run and find out. We’ll take in the salty breeze, welcoming the crisp air into our lungs– yours of course once ravaged by disease and yet still stronger than most. We’ll feel the pounding of hearts, yours of course once pushing tainted blood through your veins. We’ll feel the lactic acid releasing into our legs, yours of course having stood several times on a podium of lies.
We’ll run so that you can sweat away all that you once were– a liar, a cheat, a self-proclaimed jerk. But remember, you were also a hero, an idol, a self-proclaimed humanitarian. I believed in you as so many did. Are there any of us left now?
Run from your past and toward your future– the one in which you can be a better competitor, leader, survivor, father, friend, human.
You thrive on defending yourself and proving others wrong. Do it again–rise above and be better. In the words of your former sponsor:
Just Do It.