Gin and Gu

Ran 13.5 miles of speed work this a.m.
Came home to learn I'm doing six--not five--20 milers.
Cried.
Inspired to bust a rhyme.
See sidebar for soundtrack.

With so much drama in my ITB
(and apologies to snoop d o-double-g)
I just somehow, some way
keep comin' up with funky ass pain, like every single day.
May I kick a little Motrin for the knees?
I'm sweatin' and cursin' as I slog through
10 in the mornin' and the feet are still thumpin'
'Cause this mother ain't home.
I got 12 miles on the Garmin, but still gettin' it on
I ain't done til I get 1.5 miles more done.
A half-marathon of speed work to do, shee-it.
I got a pocket full of Cliff shots, and I'm slammin' water too
Thinkin' 'bout my last rites and crawlin' on all fours
But (but what?) I don't love my coach, yeah.
So we gonna chug an ounce to him.
Miles up, head down; why this mother/sucker run like this?

Rollin' down the street, thinking "here we go,"
Sippin' on gin and Gu
Fade back
Got my mind on my miles and my miles on my mind

Now I wonder, where my calendar been?
Everybody does two twenties, but damn, I got six.
Now this type of shit, I don't think it happens all the time.
You get to run yours, but damn, I gotta run mine.
Everything is fine til you feel the ITB
Despite the captivating music that I got distracting me.
Who listens? Not me, to the words they speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get to cursin' this coach named Natey (Natey?).
I'm startin' to think he might be shady.
Six damn twenties, when I tell that coach, "Please,
ease up off my runs, 'cause I got enough of these.
Oh please, my poor son can't recognize me.
Co-oach, I'm just

Rollin' down the street, thinkin' "Oh no"
Sippin' on gin and Gu.
This is whack.
Got my mind on my miles and my miles on my mind.