Dear Greg (15-year-old version),
Hi. I’s me. Er you, I mean. I’m not totally sure how I’m going to get this letter to you, but I’ll worry about that later (is there an app for that?).
I wanted to write to tell you I thought of you the other day. If I know you (and I think I do), you’ll never believe me when I say this, but: you’re going to run a marathon. I ran a marathon. Ok wait, now put down those french fries, stop laughing and listen to me. I know it doesn’t seem possible and you’re the least sporty person I know, but it’s going to feel amazing. Well, it’ll hurt like hell immediately after and you’ll hate the world for a little while, but once you get some distance from the experience and the pain begins to dull you’re going to be proud.
The thing is I know you’re mostly a happy person, but I also know that there are a few things you’re unhappy with, and you’re fitness level (and therefore general fatness) is one of them and it will be for a long time. When I got to the final mile of the race in Brighton (by the way, you’re going to move to the UK. Surprise!) I had been really struggling over the previous 2 or 3 miles, but I just run as fast I could, at the end of my energy and the end of my rope. I could see the finish line and I pushed myself further than I ever had with anything before. There was a big crowd gathered and someone with a megaphone shouted ‘RUN FATBOY, RUN!’ He wasn’t talking about me, but it made me think of you (sorry, I know that probably doesn’t help your self-esteem, but it’s true). I thought about you as I crossed the finish line and I have to admit, I got a little teary. Turns out your emotions are a little raw after running 26.2 miles.
So I just wanted to tell you that, even though you probably won’t believe me.
Oh, and will you please stop dying your hair that weird near-orange color? Also, the butt cut? Not a good look.
All the best,
Greg (27-year-old version)
P.S. There will be a very pretty, very nice girl waiting for you after you finish the race. So stop worrying about that as well.




April 26, 2010 at 8:06 am
beautiful. and well done!
April 26, 2010 at 10:59 am
Perfect.
God. There’s so many things I need to say to me at 15.
April 27, 2010 at 5:00 pm
Amazing!! Congratulations.
I suspect that’s just the kind of pep talk that the 15-year old you needed to hear.