our amazing bodies

After a physically tiring day today which included a 3.5 mile run and 60 minutes of barre3, I was thinking tonight about how amazing our bodies are. Lying on the living room floor stretching my sore muscles (and admittedly I was also relishing the gorgeous, late afternoon light), I looked my scars especially the ones around my left knee. 

Physically, we can train our bodies to have the ability to run marathons and perform other feats that seem unthinkable. If we have an injury, there is the existence of modern medicine and technology. There is a huge spectrum full of physical activities to choose from, whether it be individual or team related. 

The great philosopher, Socrates, said this of our physical bodies: 

No citizen has a right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training…what a disgrace it is for a man to grow old without ever seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.

Not only is it a disgrace to not see what our bodies are capable of, it is a privilege that we should wholeheartedly embrace and pursue. I understand there are seasons in life where physical exertion might have to be limited or even eliminated for some time, but overall there shouldn’t be a reason to not pursue physical activity in our lives.

Some of you may know that over 3 years ago, I had knee surgery. If I didn’t have the surgery DVD stashed away somewhere (no, I have not watched it and don’t ever plan to) or blog posts to read back through, it’s like it might as well have happened to someone else. I’m so, so grateful for the miracle of modern medicine and physical therapy because otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to run a half marathon let alone bear the extra weight of pregnancy or just live life without knee pain.

But I’ll be honest, there were many moments of frustration during the recovery from surgery and for a long time afterwards I thought there was no way I would ever be capable of running again. And those thoughts scared me. So, I pushed myself even harder.

After the surgery, I saw how this was my second chance. Life is funny that way, giving us second chances so that we can fully appreciate the hard stuff we’ve experienced. Sure, I might have a few extra scars on my knee and the ACL of a deceased stranger in my knee. And yet, how amazing is it that my body didn’t reject a foreign ligament or crumble under the pain of physical therapy? It is truly something, which I don’t take for granted nor do I ever want to take for granted.

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