Dear Lactic Acid,

I’ve had enough of your torture!  Enough, I say!  My poor little muscles are grimacing with every movement.  It hurts to walk, sit, breathe; basically it hurts function like a normal me.  I realize that you have proliferated throughout my entire body over the past two days due to Sunday’s six hour rehearsal and Monday’s hour and a half ballet class.  You are just doing your duty and are busy making yourself at home in my aching muscles, but you aren’t welcome here.  So it’s time to get busy getting outta here.  I’ve even made it easy for you by drinking all the water necessary for your vanishing act, including water laced with apple cider vinegar which I’m told will assist your magical disappearance.  So begone with you!  And feel free to take those annoying blisters with you!

Sincerely,

Me

P.S. Don’t think you can come back to plague me next week either, even if it is what you are supposed to do! -cms

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