It was a beautiful day today, with temperatures in the upper 70s, following on the heels of several unseasonably warm days. (Yesterday wasn’t so great compared to the rest of the week, but for mid-March, it wasn’t bad at all.)
As a result, it was considerably warmer in my house today than it’s been for quite some time, so, after I went out and did my usual Saturday morning things, I came home and changed out of my out in the world clothes and into my around the house clothes, and I opted to put on a pair of shorts.
While I was on the patio smoking a cigarette, I happened to catch my reflection in the window of the back door, and thought, “Huh. My legs are ripped.”
I guess it really shouldn’t come as a surprise, given how many hours I spend each week trudging along on the elliptical with the resistance maxed out, but today was the first time I actually looked at my legs in a while, so it was a bit of a revelation.
In any case, as I stood there turning and flexing and studying my reflection, I said, “Hey arms and torso, see what legs have done? I want you to do that.”
I don’t think they were paying attention, though.
Of course, the fact of the matter is that I don’t actually work them quite so hard as I work my legs, but honestly, it’s because they won’t let me. I mean, my legs complain a little about all of the trudging, but they don’t just flat-out give up the way my arms and my core do, and while my legs actually get stronger and defined, the muscles of my upper body seem to get wimpier.
*Sigh*
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