I’m Amazed By What My Body Has Done

It’s amazing that my body has carried me through snowstorms. When I think about how far I’ve gone in different places at different times, I’m amazed.
It’s amazing that I’ve slept on cots in old Chinese trains for several hours with hardly any space to sit up. It’s amazing that I’ve swum 200 laps in a pool for several months every day when I was 17. It’s amazing that I’ve gone long distances on foot in flat shoes. It’s amazing that I’ve run a marathon without adequate training. It’s amazing that I have done the Walk For Hunger event in Boston, again, when I was 17 and after having walked twenty miles, I went to the Y to lift weights for half an hour. It’s amazing that I bench pressed one hundred pounds when I was 18. It’s amazing that I started lifting weights when I was 14. It’s amazing that I’ve climbed the rock walls at the gym when I was in university because I wanted to overcome my fear of heights (I’m still very afraid of heights). It’s amazing that I’ve walked distances in my hometown that most people used to discourage me to go on foot (I used to walk about five miles to work in my hometown one summer because I had to walk; I love to walk). I’m amazed that I’ve climbed steep staircases on high inclines in China and hiked mountain trails in Virginia and at Yellowstone National Park. I’ve gone hiking around the Blue Ridge mountains on many weekends. Currently, I have been walking about three hours a day five days a week — once in the morning, and to and from work round-trip. I walk about two hours on Sunday and one hour on Saturday.
 We should be amazed by what our bodies do for us. 
 We should be amazed by our bodies accomplishing doing chores and errands — small things are huge. Anything I do with my body, I tell myself, is great; it’s amazing.

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