A poem I wrote a few years ago, inspired by my many years of long distance running…

O’ IT Band, O’ IT Band,
Right now life just ain’t that grand.
You’re too tight, you’re too sore,
Makes it hard to run out the door.

Run real fast, up a hill,
Back down again, what a thrill!
But then my hips throb and ache,
Knee stiffens up, it’s hard to take.

Stretching, resting, hit the foam roller,
Pain so bad it makes me smolder.
How this helps, I don’t know,
Guess my PT will make more dough.

What’s next for me I cannot tell,
With my iliotib… whatever the hell!