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.

Best,

Erin