My body is walking in space.
I fucking love my body. And I want to stop abusing it. (For now.)
Seriously, folks. The human body has the power to bestow more pleasure than any chemical I’ve ever discovered. I feel so lucky to have one.
I sound stoned, right? Wrong. I’ve just been training again. And the great thing about running is that the pain comes first, followed by extreme focus, clarity, and waves of pleasure. In drug use, the pleasure comes first, only to be eclipsed by the pain.
I ask you, which would you rather have: pain followed by boundless pleasure, or brief pleasure followed by inevitable pain?
I know my answer.
posted by P/O at 5/25/2006 10:23:00 AM
5 Comments:
I hear ya.. I'm trying to make my body a little healthier also. I can't get by without the occasional buzz though. =)
I love my body too, especially after listening to that song by Baz Luhrmann. But that's not what I'm commenting on, alas. I'm a Brit and I hate to admit it but I really don't know what 'it is what it is' means.
Could you explain?
Cheers,
Steve aka Boring John
lol it means that it is whatever you take it to be. =)
what she said. :) thanks robyn!
i don't know. it's overused now, and as is often the case with something like that, often mis-used. but i've always used it kind of as a reminder to just accept that which is outside of our control. (something i've historically had trouble doing.)
ok, my turn: why do you call fries chips? :)
I think my body would prefer I stopped loving it so much. And since I've been quite the homebody lately, if I don't get to the gym soon, there's going to be a whole lot more body to love. Reading about other people exercising while I'm not gives me just the poke of shame I need to get myself going.
So thanks. And kudos on this outlook of yours; I'm sure it'll pay off.
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