Move over thighs, my calves are meater!

I tried to write yesterday, but unbeknownst to me, the blog server was going to be down at the time I would publish. Everything...gone. It was some pretty good stuff too.

If I remember correctly, I was explaining that I am making progress on my running and overall physical fitness. But I must admit, I can't wait for these thighs to shrink! They're like my twins, they know each other so well that they make room for one another when I walk. I just wish they would be like grown twins going off to separate colleges - so they could have a chance to miss one another. The waists in my pants are starting to get looser, but the thighs fit the same. I could buy elastic waist pants, but I just don't like them. And who made panythose? Just once I'd like to be able to sneak up on someone without them knowing. I walk fast at times and you'd think is was an episode of Survivor with a contestant trying to light a fire in a panic. On the flipside, I do save money on gloves during the winter, I just shove my hands between them. They also act as a third hand when I have run out and I need to hold on to something tightly. During the summer, I can shade small children.

After my runs I make it a point to untie my shoes rather than slide them off fromt he heal. While I am down there I am looking at my legs. And you know, my legs are starting to look like runners legs from the knees down. I think I got killer ankles! My wrists aren't too bad either - for you blind Ray Charles fans. If we were stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no food to eat... I'd let you eat my calves. The thighs are worth a damn right now.