My body is amazing.

No, seriously. It amazes me.

Today as I was walking home from work, I was walking down a long flight of outdoor stairs (by the bell tower) and text messaging Kit at the same time. Walking down stairs and text messaging may be as dangerous as cutting Redlaw off in traffic (while she's talking on the phone). Without actually thinking (and that's the point here), I thought that I had reached the last step and expected my next step to fall on even ground.

But I misjudged, so I started to fall. Before I had the chance to complete the thought, "ohcrapmylaptopwillfallandthescreenwillcrack
andIwillhavenomorecomputer," my body had corrected the fall and recovered itself. And I was left with an embarrassed smirk on my face as well as a sore (strained neck), a strained groin, a strained back, strained thighs, and a hand that hurt where it smacked into the other hand and the cell phone. Really, it only took about 0.5 seconds for me to use and strain muscles in all those areas of my body.

And I think it's cool. That's all. Just cool. We probably almost fall more than we actually fall. And there's all sorts of body parts involved that just correct our mistake almost instantly. Sure, we have to deal with sore necks, backs, groins, thighs, and hands, but at least we don't have to deal with broken computers.

So in honor of my amazing body, and to compensate for the fact that some people are letting the ball drop on the poem of the day, I'll write an ode to my body.



My Body Magnificent


Although it may be pudgy and a little wee bit round
(on account of eating fudgy), I'll admit that I have found
I truly love my flabby figure with its curves (and curves and curves)
though I plan to reconfigure it. (And that's what it deserves).

I'll take it to the gym more oft, I'll walk it up the stairs.
With time it will become less soft (with time and lots of prayers).
I'll fill it up with healthful meals, go easy on the fudge.
Will that improve my sex appeal? Well, you can be the judge.