Body draws a double-handed broadsword from its scabbard. Mind secures itself with a wide staggered stance and raises the circular shield to shoulder height.
“You must rest, you have a half ironman in five days,” Mind calls from around the shield.
“Yeah, but we got this. Half Ironman pshhhht. Whatever.” Body hefts the six-foot silver blade.
“You want to do well don’t you?” my mind asks, crouching low in preparation.
“Well yeah, we’re going to freaking crush it!” The blade arches back and up.
Mind rolls eyes. “Sure you are.” Mind grunts as the sword crashes into the shield. Body staggers thrown off balance because of the weight of the swinging sword.
“What? This little half iron ain’t got shit on a 100 miler or even a 50!” Body says taking a few steps toward Mind.
Mind stands straight, drops the shield down, and looks Body up and down. “How many times you think you can swing that thing before you’re exhausted at this point in your training?”
Body again hefts the blade back and up over its head and it comes banging down upon Mind who is once again cowering beneath the shield.
“And what, Ms. Smarty pants, do you want us to do with all this extra energy?” Body asks. The sword tip rests on the ground.
“Conserve it and let it loose at Vikingman,” Mind says firmly standing its ground.
Body shakes its head and looks at the ground. “We won’t be sleeping by Wednesday if we do that. And my leg is going to bounce us into next week.”
“Now listen here, you fool. You ran 25 miles Saturday and 20 miles Sunday. You need to rest.” Mind is frustrated. “You’ve run races when you haven’t properly rested. They don’t go well.”
Mind looks at the sword still in Body’s hand. Body looks down at it too.
“How about, I swim Monday, run easy Tuesday, and ride on Wednesday?” Body says.
Mind rubs its pointy chin and nods its head. “That sounds reasonable. But can you stick to that? be honest now.”
“Alright. Alright. I’ll probably run on Thursday too but easy short five miles that’s it. I promise.”
Mind narrows its cool steel grey eyes. Body drops the broadsword and extends its hand to seal the agreement.
Mind reaches out.
Body quickly retracts its hand laughing, “Na, I’m just kidding.”
Mind drops the shield and dashes forward tackling Body. They land with a harrumph and dust flying into the air around them. Mind shakes Body by the shoulders, flips him over, and wrenches Body’s arm behind its back.
“Mercy!” Body squeaks out.
“Do you agree to the terms?” Mind asks calm.
“Cough. Cough. I agree.”
Slowly, Mind allowed body to get up. Mind wondered why it always had to overcome Body whether it was because Body wanted to quit or wanted to push when it just wasn’t the right time… yet.