Monday, July 19, 2010
I find it rather odd that I can spend hours each week running and biking and being quite happy with my thighs and what they're able to accomplish, but I spend two days on vacation at the pool with a petite family friend and I feel like a blob.
I can easily leg press my body weight, "wall sit" longer than any of the students in my sports class, outswim most of my friends, but then still feel the need to wrap my towel around my waist as I head into the showers when these tiny girls in their tiny suits walk by me.
Intellectually I know I should be happy, and 95% of the time I am. I guess the other 5% of the time I'm still a work in progress.
And really, if I'm ever going to get rid of the tan lines from my cycling shorts, I need to lose the towel.