These legs are imperfect

These legs are imperfect. They are imperfect, but they have never failed me. They are strong. They carry me every day, pounding through each mile I put in front of them. They take me on adventures, bringing me to the places I need to be. They put up with scrapes and bruises and throbbing aches, and they keep pushing as far as I ask them to. I am grateful for these imperfect legs.