I feel like you are being unfair to me. I have taken such good care of you since I tore you over three years ago. I am so sorry that I hurt you. It wasn’t intentional, I wasn’t reckless. I was guilty of not listening to your complaints more closely. I have apologized again and again.
So why, oh, why are you still causing me pain? I’ve nurtured you, iced you, massaged you, and showered you with attention with expert hands, I took it easy, for three long years, yet your scars don’t seem like they want to heal. Alas, maybe they never will to the extent that I would like.
Please give me a sign that they can, at least somewhat. Give me hope again. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for letting me jump, and hop, and skip, and cycle, and do yoga, and even lift weights. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I really appreciate it.
There is one thing that I want to do most of all with you hamstring…I want to run without the pain. You’re probably saying to yourself “heck, you were never a runner, what’s all this about?” but all I want to do is to run a little, just a 5K, a mere 3.1 miles. That’s not too much for a girl to ask, now is it? C’mon, I think you are being unreasonable.
I promise, if you stop hurting me I will not take you for granted ever again.