Sunday, January 31, 2010

A Letter to My Sciatic Nerve

Dear Mr. Nerve,

I know I pissed you off.
Too much, too soon! you said.
For a month at you I scoffed
Believing you were hambutt, instead.

But that was three months ago
And still you are irritated
I can't even run slow
Without being berated

Can we please work this out
before the season starts?
That gives you one more week to shout
Then we must stop falling apart.

I've iced, and ibuprofened
but you still protest all motion
Even sitting makes you mad
and you make me very sad

You've even called upon immune
so you two can work in tune
to keep me from training at all
but still you won't hear my call

For all of us to work together
despite Stanford's crappy weather
To run, to play, to get my training on
so I can kick ass at collegiate triathlon.

This is the only year we can compete
so I'm begging you to be happy
and drop this mad rage that you're on
so we can race the Treeathlon!

Thank you, and I look forward to your positive response.