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Nice Legs

Today on my run some guy yelled at me that I have nice legs - how refreshing! So much better than last week's "show off" comment I got from that old man. So when I got home I did something I really never do....I checked out my legs in the mirror. And you know what? I DO have nice legs. Totally by accident! It's not often I compliment my body, not that I think there's anything wrong with it, but I really never sit back and appreciate my hard work.
So now, whenever I'm feeling down about training or my body, I can look down and think "hey, at least I have my legs." Not just because they're slightly more muscular than than the average Jill, but also because they're the thing that allows me to do what I gotta do...

Run!
Thanks, legs! I love you!


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