mind body conversing

My mind thinks my body can do certain things and my body laughs. My mind thinks I can hike the Canyon rim to rim like in the old days. My body says sure you can but you must drag this wounded animal along. My mind says what is so wounded about you? Your legs are strong, your lungs are good. Buck up, buddy, and come on. My body says you forget the feet. They are your Achilles heel. They will function and you can Marine it and never yield to their agony but later you will feel their screams. My mind says shee-it I don't like this at all. I keep refusing to accept de feet.