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maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

A Day With Practical Sport


I love my body
I like when I have most of control in my body
I have learned from my experience
That God has given us a body that very smart and responsive
When something dangerous coming inside
It will reject
When it needs rest immediately
It will alert
When we don't take care ourselves
It will protest
When we keep ignoring and pushing too hard
It will shut down
Sometimes we don't understand why our body doesn't cooperate
But don't think that it is a made up lie

I don't want to do exercise just because
I want to impress everyone
That I have perfect body
That I am more powerful
I don't need big muscle to show
I only need a strength to carry my groceries
I don't need to break the record of speed
I only need to efficiently use my time
I don't need vigorous stamina
I only need to not tire easily when working everyday
I don't need a gymnastic level
I only need to be able to move my body without pain
I don't need a body of supermodel
I only need a body that makes me comfortable and happy

I will never force someone to do any kind of sport
Just because I can do it
Just because I am doing those routine also
Because everybody is different
And has its own preference
Sometimes I'm too lazy to do any kind of practice
I love when practice gives me time to think
I love when practice makes me aware to move my body correctly
I even love when practice pushes my body to its limit
And I shouldn't care if I'm bathed with sweat
But it doesn't have to be done all day
Our body needs its own time to repair itself and fill again its energy
Not to be torturing with our neglect that we think we are undefeated
You will find the hard way that your body could break your plan easily

Submitted: Saturday, December 21, 2013

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