Thighs. Many women ( and maybe men, but I have never heard it) have a complicated relationship with their thighs.
Time was, I was part of the large group who believed what the media/fitness industry/clothes manufacturers/fashion industry/other women told me about my thighs. That they were too big.
Despite having successfully carried around not just me but also 3 babies at one time or another, I have often hated my thighs, hidden them, disguised them and tried to change them. Their strength, power, engineering and down right usefulness went ignored.
And then I took up running and my attitude to my thighs slowly began to change. Please don’t get me wrong though, despite my weight-loss and exercise, they don’t look a huge lot different.
I have, however, been very impressed by the way they have responded each and every time I run, getting stronger and moving faster over and over again! They went from walking 2km to running 10.
I have learned that contrary all the images and words written about my, and every woman’s, thighs, that they are a thing of beauty.
Today for Juneathon I went to aquarobics and then did day 3 of Leg Trainer.