It is easy to forget when I am being challenged to be thankful. It’s out on a trail is where I am challenged the most, but where I also owe the most gratitude. We don’t always give our bodies the thanks they deserve; even as we push, pull, bend, and force them. So recently, when my lungs are on fire and my legs feel weak, I’ve been thinking about how much I appreciate that body.
I am thankful for a body that talks to me. That tells me every little thing it feels. I am thankful for a body that says “yes I hurt, but I can keep going.” My body responds on command, and is only as weak as the mind controlling it. I am thankful a body that fights back; that rebels and tells me that it is my challenger today. My body doesn’t let me get off easy, and I don’t want it to. I am thankful for the discomfort my body allows me to feel, but also the resilience that can breathe life into an exhausted spirit.
Most importantly, I am thankful that this body is strong. This body will fight for me when tamed. This body allows me to explore and adventure. To grow physically and mentally. My body lets me roam for as long as I need to heal my mind. Every time I arrive at a trailhead, I know I am about to battle my body. But I know now that my body is battling for my own good. It is battling so that I will push myself, and to see how much I can endure. It is only then that I truly grow, and that I truly learn. And for that, I am thankful.