Dear Mother Nature,
I'm done apologizing to you. I have tried to make amends and to appease your whims. But, enough is enough.
You've thrown wind, rain, hail, ice, mud, blizzards, humidity, blistering temps, and more at me. I've taken it all.
Sometimes, it has defeated me, and I've had to seek shelter. Those times hurt the most. Other times, I've found a way to persevere and push on. All while you feign innocence by surrounding the days preceding and following my races with fair temps and boring forecasts. You seem to relish in hurting me.
I am hear to fight.
Yeah, yeah, I know this will annoy you, and I'll have to bear the repercussions. I've already seen the forecast for this weekend: up to 10 inches of snow, accumulating ice, and wind gusts up to 35 mph.
You're getting predictable.
You see, I'm on a quest for my final Beast Double Buckle, and I'm not letting you get in my way of getting that job done.
So, go ahead, Mother Nature. Do your thing. I'm ready, and, I'll Run Through It.