In fact, my legs are amazing. I should write an ode to my legs.
They climb mountains very quickly. They have perfect mental stamina.
It’s just the rest of my body parts they’d like to leave behind. Especially the parts (around) my waist.
Sometimes they tell me, “Just let me please, please, go on ahead. I promise it will be okay.”
So I let them.
And now I have a headache and a sore gut.
My legs are such liars.
1 comment:
I hear you! I have every intention to do a perfectly adiquate workout, but by the time I've tied my shoes I'm ready to get a nice drink of water and call it a day.
Any b-day requests?
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