Sitting on the hot tub step this morning with coffee, I looked down at my legs and smiled. Thank you, legs, I said, thank you for carrying me all these many years–from my first wobbly steps to riding my tricycle through our big house there on Jefferson Davis Highway–oh, how I’d ride through those expansive rooms, round and round, peddling as fast as I could, playing a game that the boogie man was after me and I had to ride fast to get away. Then, my legs carried me on a 2-wheeler as I rode the trails through the woods, and down the hill to the tennis courts, trailing my feet in warm rain water puddles in summer. On ice skates they carried me round and round Byrd Park Lake in Richmond, near Monument Avenue where now historical monuments I grew up with are being questioned or taken down. They walked with me down the fairways with my father–while we played a round, or just walking the course in winter on our way to High’s Ice Cream for butterscotch sundaes. They held me up on water skis as I bumped across choppy wakes at Lake Gaston, on cross-country skis or show shoes, along leaf covered paths of the Appalachian Trail. They stretched wide and held me in the saddle as we trotted along through sage and gullies in Wyoming, were patient with me as I learned to stand at the Barre and tendu side or back, remembering the feeling after the first few classes as I hobbled down the three flights of stairs, wondering if I’d always feel so uncoordinated. Then my 30’s arrived and I ran flat out across the tennis court, side to side and back, my legs toned and tanned under my cute short skirts. I say thank you to these legs that have taken me far and wide–up steep mountain trails, down sandy beaches, gliding on sharp silver blades, through the hot sweaty aerobic classes of the 80’s–especially ones with Bill, that young handsome hunk who choreographed his classes to the music, dancing in shimmering royal blue tights with a smile that lit up the world.
Lately, I’ve given my legs a hard time. I’ve looked at them with eyes that didn’t see all they’ve done for me. I’ve seen muscles that aren’t quite as toned as they were, felt knees that ache when I step it up to a slow jog–but today, I say thank you to my beautiful legs. And I thank them again for the journeys ahead–where shall we go next?
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