I had forgotten that you are deceptive and sneaky, so yesterday when I was able to brag to myself that I didn't feel you after Wednesday's run, you were clearly tricking me because today you made me feel the full impact of you when I sprung from bed this morning, and suddenly it was "hello hamstrings!"
Despite your trickery, I am not mad at you. In fact, in a weird way, I welcome you back since it's been so long since we've been aquainted. Still, I don't want you to think you're a friend, so I've been drinking lots of water to be rid of you. Nothing personal, I'd just rather you were gone sooner rather than later.
And don't think that you can deter me from going out again this evening for another run; no, I plan on another 3 miler tonight when Jerry gets home from work, so I'm afraid that your attempts to block my mojo with lactic acid are going to be futile. Running and I are back together again, and I am not going to allow you to break us up.
After another week or so, I'm sure you'll fade away, and we won't meet again until I start introducing some long runs and maybe some speedwork, so for now, I pre-emtively bid you "adieu!"