I’ve always had long
legs – I’m 5-10 – but you couldn’t say I had good legs. They weren’t horrible,
just – meh. I still wouldn’t say they’re great, but they hold
their own. After almost eight months of
five miles a day, they’re reshaped and hard, not jiggly. That’s something I’ve really started noticing
when I’m out in public. Thighs. They give you away as a person who exercises
, or a person who does not. And that, more than anything else, is what I am
determined to hold onto when this thing is over. No matter what my new regime is, it will
include long uphill climbs or strenuous gym workouts. For the first time in my
life, I love wearing skinny jeans and tights, and I’m not ready to let go of
that anytime soon.
But walking doesn’t do much for your arms or your abs, so I’ve
incorporated some new moves.
Monday-Wednesday-Friday I close my office door and work out with 12, 8
and 5-pound weights for 15 or 20 minutes.
Tuesday and Thursday, I again shut my door and force myself to do that
horrible bicycling thing, and then some modified leg raises. Raise them about a foot, pull the knees into
the chest, straighten them again, lower them again. I could very well have made that one up, I
don’t remember anyone ever showing it to me.
All I know is that when I do standard leg raises, I invariably do
something very painful to my lower back.
This morning I took Banks on a nice, 20-minute walk, and
tonight I took him for a second one – that’s how much things have cooled
off. The morning one didn’t count, but
tonight was about 25 minutes with him, and after bringing him home, I headed
for I-35, walked south along the access road, took the next exit (Woodward?)
and entered St. Ed’s from the south. The
students are starting to trickle back in; the weather is cooler; hope is in the
air; the infernal Austin summer is drawing to a close.
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