My Legs Were Made For Climbing Mountains

For some reason I have always described my legs as ‘mountain climbing’ legs even though I don’t even know what that means.  I’ve always had a funny relationship with my legs, and if you asked me about them I’d probably say ‘they’re not very good’. Ultimately, they’re fine. I mean they do all the basics well and for that I feel lucky, but aesthetically I wouldn’t describe them as my best feature, and perhaps that has become a self-fulfilling prophecy. They’re a bit bowlegged and I never let them see the sun, I also hate shaving them and when I … Continue reading My Legs Were Made For Climbing Mountains