We were coming back down the mountain from our lunchtime run on a warm sunny Monday. Two women were walking in front of us. “I wish I could wear short shorts like that”, I said to my running buddy as we walked behind the women. “I’m too short and it just doesn’t work for me.” It’s true, shorts don’t work on me, and I am very particular about my style. I believe a woman looks terrible with clothes she’s constantly yanking at and not feeling good in. That’s how I would look if I put short shorts on. Instead, I wear a lot of vintage style dresses when it’s hot, because vintage is my thing and let’s face it, dresses are totally feminine. Still, would be nice to have that freedom… a gal can dream. She didn’t say anything. We kept walking to cool down, making our way to President Kennedy and McGill College.
That conversation (the one I basically had with myself) bothered me all afternoon. Why was I so hung up on my legs? I mean I like myself, there are many aspects of myself that I love actually. And like many women, there are a few things I would change, like having stick figure legs (in my case) for example . I kept thinking about this as I walked to the elevators to head to a meeting. And then clarity made way. My legs are my biggest asset. I mean seriously, I give them a run for their money. I start and end the day with a 5km ride (each way) up AND over the mountain to get to work during the summer months. At lunch, I alternate between one day of running and one day of stair and function training and one day of rest ( do this even in the winter until it hits -10/-12). On the weekend I usually hit the mountain once for a workout, either the 8k to and around Beaver Lake or an extra long stair workout. If I’m not there, I’m at Zumba with Vered on saturday morning. And I throw in a zumba class during the week if I can. And I practice yoga 2 times a week (although I may take the summer off). To top it all off, I’m in heels at least 5 days a week, and fri or sat nights if I head out. And I have the nerve to bitch at my legs????? I mean seriously? Who the hell do I think I am?
I should be bowing down to my own legs on my hands and knees. My perspective has totally changed since that sunny Monday. And I venture to say, their performance will as well as I continue to be their love slave. Who knows, maybe I’ll even get an inch or two more out of them. Haha, like I said, a gal can dream. At 5″2, I’m dreaming big, aiming, a little taller.
Shoot for the stars! And love the parts of you that serve you the most.