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Dear MS,
You entered my life in a very new phase of my life.. newly married, new job.. and you decided to stay. For the past 6 years, we’ve battled everyday. I’ve fought back every damn day, and continue to fight back every damn day. Some days I barely notice you’re here, other days you like to try and slap me around a bit.
Today, I’m writing to tell you to go pound sand. You have been getting on my nerves (literally and figuratively) lately. You have been driving me nuts, frustrating me, and making me want to scream.
You see, I’ve been working on myself a lot lately. Reconnecting with my love for fitness, working out, and running. I use to love running and I miss it. I’ve set some big goals for myself and I’ll be damned if you think I’m going to let you keep me from achieving them. However, every damn time I try to start running, you decide that you want to play a little game, shall we call it, “the leg tingle”? I think that’s a fair name.
I’ve started training, and have stopped (not because of you, just so you know) and started again. I started over again this week and you are really trying to make this hard for me. Every time I get into a grove, you decide my legs need to tingle and stab me with pins and needles. I’m just letting you know, it WILL NOT work. I WILL NOT LET YOU WIN!
Do you hear me??
You will not win. I will win! I will win every battle you throw my way. I will fight with every last inch of me. I will win! I will keep running and I will keep working and I will hit every goal and dream I set for myself. I will do it all with you by my side watching, because you will never win and you will never control my life.
Understand? Great! Good talk. Now, let’s go hit the pavement.
🧡 ❤️ Vanessa