the long overdue love letter


Dear Body,

The day after racing for almost 16 hours, after running down the beach with a bunch of plantains, swimming in a lake, carrying a heavy sandbag, scrambling along treacherous rock, the day after ALL that, I wake up to realize that you are not even that sore. A little scratched up, perhaps. A little chafed. A little sunburned. But, mostly ok.

I am in awe. Is there anything you cannot do?


You can:

  • hike up a volcano
  • summit a Himalayan peak
  • do a headstand
  • do a pull-up (with a 45b plate!)
  • swim across a lake
  • run in the forest
  • digest all kinds of agreeable and disagreeable foods
  • heal yourself after all the abuse I (and others) have inflicted
  • put up with me ignoring you, hating you, trying to destroy you, and yet forgiving every time

It dawns on me that of all the people you could be stuck with, I put you through a lot. And you have been on my side the entire time. I am sorry I have not always been on yours.

I have a lifetime of repaying to do.

I spent so much time treating you like a foreign object. A container to be shaped and moulded, decorated. To be evaluated and judged.

I am sorry for trying to work against you, and trying to change you, make you into something you are not. I am so much smarter now.

It is like the curtain has finally dropped, and I see. I really see.

And all of a sudden, I am in love. I am just so stupid in love with you. It’s like waking up one day, looking outside and realizing how fucking lucky I am to have you.

Too tall, too broad, too strong, too hairy, too thick, too strong, too much?

Actually, not “too” anything.
Just enough.

Go ahead.

Tell me what you want to do. What makes you feel good. I will listen.

You are amazing. And you will change over time. It will be my honour to witness those changes.

I will be here for you. Till death do us part.

I promise.

(In) Love,

If you wrote a letter to YOUR body.. what would it say?


Posted February 13, 2015

3 responses to “the long overdue love letter”

  1. Darcie says:

    Dear Darcie,

    This is your body speaking. On one hand, you get me up when it’s still dark outside to make me sweat, but on the other hand, it makes me look good. I hate you for those early mornings. Your eyelids feel heavy, you say? I had nothing to do with that…

    You may ignore my hungry signals, & sometimes you listen to what Brain is telling you and other times you shut Brain out completely, usually on stupid things like weighted stair climbs, Spartan Beasts, burpees, and eating poutine, to name a few.

    But when I tell you that you need to stretch, or pay attention to those little aches & pains that aren’t going away overnight, you better listen. Suck it up, buttercup.

    Deep down, I know you love me, I get the feeling that you really care about me. What’s this, you’re feeding me beer? Awww.

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