(This is a 2nd attempt post from Friday night. My phone wouldn’t cooperate with wordpress)
I have always struggled to wuv my wegs. I can distinctly remember a fight with my mom as teenager about them. We were in Michigan and she made a comment about them being thick or something??? As you can imagine, that made for some pleasant moments in the car. Later, I think she realized that it hurt my feelings and self-esteem and tried to apologize. The truth is, I have my Dad’s frame and my Mom’s musculature. My quads are just ridiculously huge like my Mom’s were. My Dad (and my Brother) have chicken legs.
I finally have a place to appreciate my legs-on the bike. These stems are like a turbo-charged Vette. Well, sometimes. It goes back to the Food Power and how my fuel source is maintained. I can be riding at 18 miles per hour (depending on conditions) and not get out of Zone 1 of my heart rate zones. It seems they should power me up hills, and they do… but, there is a little too much junk in the trunk to enjoy the haul sometimes. They were definitely built for speed. But on the bike, I have learned they are built for endurance and I get my second wind after mile 25.
I have been taking care of the wegs this week. A self pedicure, a calf massage(gift), the good lotion, foam rolling, stretching and rest. I hope you wascally wegs are weady!