Blessing Before Night of Race

Let the flesh rest now.

It has earned this quiet.

It has carried you through days that asked too much.

And the miles that offered nothing but the next.

You did not miss the long runs you could have cut short.

You did not skip the hard days when there was no one watching.

You showed up when your legs begged for one more rest day.

You were slower, but stubborn and faithful.

You were given nothing for free.

You built it with consistency and discipline.

You built a temple.

Let this be gratitude spoken inward.

Let it be praise given by those who know the path.

You owe tomorrow nothing.

Because today you gave it everything.

The flesh has been prepared.

It does not need to be convinced.

It does not need to be reminded.

It will remember what you taught it.

Sleep now, runner.

For there is nothing left to do.