I will start by saying I am Welsh and it has been proven that Welsh people (even us ladies) have larger thighs than the rest of the UK. That said, I did start dancing (ballet, jazz, tap etc) at the age of 18 months. I swapped my ballet shoes for high heels at age 18 and then high heels for bare feet (and a Shotokan suit) when I had my daughter. So I was always going to have large thighs. I have now started running (did week 6 run 2 last night) and they are just getting bigger (they are and have always been very solid though ). Last night I reached an all time low with despair about the size of my thighs. My husband had bought me a lovely pair of silky pyjamas (50 shades kind from Tesco) . I put them on and they fit wonderfully. Then disaster struck. I squatted down (to pick the cat up :)) and they split all down the thighs :). I just thought I would share this and cheer everyone up on a very grey and wet day.
Damn those Large Welsh Thighs: I will start by... - Couch to 5K
Damn those Large Welsh Thighs
Ha ha, what a disarrrrrster dahling! Shades of The incredible hulk!
My husband used to call me "thunder thighs", but there is a whole lot less of me now, including much slimmed down thighs since i became a regular runner.
Stick at it. Those long runs help shift the stubborn weight that used to hang around for grim death
Well I suppose it'll save your husband the task of having to rip said jarmies off you in a moment of passion! At least your thighs are firm, hunny, mine are well wobbly!
Don't blame it on your thighs, Sweetie, blame it on shoddy workmanship at the pyjama factory. Don't worry, your fabulous Welsh thighs will shrink and become more toned as you continue on your running journey. Now if that isn't an incentive to continue running, I don't know what is!
It's the cat's fault...
I agree
Tear the other leg in the same way and carry on wearing them as a sexy fashion statement
I just read "week six, run two " and collapsed in admiration. Well done! I agree with ancient mum - it's the jammies, not you. Dodgy seams, I reckon. Take 'em back to Tesco and cause a fuss I'm a quarter Welsh - the Welsh quarter must be my thighs, then. So be it. As long as I get to tone the buggers up enough for them to stop wobbling, they can stay Welsh, too. Be proud of your heritage, girl