I’m sorry, I have taken you for granted all these years. I think I truly believed you were invincible. I believed you could operate on five hours sleep a night, a poor diet and too much alcohol. I believed caffeine and chocolate were the answer to everything.
I’m sorry I smoked for all those years, sorry I made so many poor choices, that was disrespectful of me.
I’m sorry I restricted foods to look a certain way, with little or no regard to how this would affect you.
I’m sorry I then went to the other extreme and ate way too much junk food and did little to no exercise. I now understand that you don’t operate well this way.
I’m sorry I spent my teens and twenties criticising you. Standing in front of the mirror, wishing I was taller, thinner, more of this, less of that. Instead of being so critical, I should have been grateful.
Thank you for healing every ail, every illness, every broken bone, cut or bruise.
Thank you for turning food into fuel to give me the energy to move me body. Thank you for getting me through 19 marathons and ultras.
Thank you for overcoming sadness and heartache and everything else that I’ve thrown at you over the years.
You are an amazing machine and I promise to treat you with the respect you deserve