But, with luck, oh body, if I look after you, and you look after me, we might still have have another 50 years together. And many more Thanksgivings. And believe me, I fully intend to look after you.
1001 Gifts: My Body
Okay, this isn’t a post I ever thought I’d be writing, since you and I have been at war since my teens, but O Body given to me, I am grateful to you.
I am grateful for your sturdy health, for how you rarely let me down, despite the fact I so carelessly neglect you. I am grateful you’ve only led me to hospital with pregnancies, and then let me out again in 24 hours.
I am grateful for how you affect my mind. How I can run, or do yoga, or run in place or lift some weights, and am so quickly a different person, more energized, more clear-thinking, optimistic.
I love the fact that when I work with you in the garden, we find peace.
I love the way that you are my early warning system. You tell me, in my gut, when I am stressed and uncomfortable before I consciously know it. In fact, I cannot even pray well unless you are comfortable.
You tell me when I am sad before my mind catches on. And then, you and I, we can run to exorcise sadness with exercise.
And what high spirits you have the power to release, when you and I run together trying to outwit the tennis ball machine, or slam the tennis ball, or play table tennis.
I was foolish, oh body. I hated games, I hated walks, I hated exercise. What joys I have missed in my bookish sedentary life.