Rallying the troops

I pissed you off.
You saw me coming;
I wasn't fast enough
to take you by surprise.

Now you've reared your head,
hit below the belt,
made the fight
more personal
than it already was.

You won't stop me.
You won't win.
I'll run faster,
bike harder,
glide farther through the water.

That was just
my first swing.
I was just
warming up.

I'm regrouping,
rallying the troops.
And this time I'll stomp harder
when I cross that finish line.

Move on.

Don't bother.

Your cause is a lost one.

You won't win.