On my run today, I remembered my dad once remarked that he had seen more shapely legs hanging out of a crows nest π€£
Iβm the eldest of eight, and we all have long skinny legs. It helped us run faster to the table at dinner time. Survival and food took priority over everything.
I was reminded of that today as a flock of hens and geese came out to the road during my run and I was diving left and right. As children walking home from school, we used to be chased down the road by geese. We would try and get a head start by running and speeding up as we got to βtheirβ house.
So Iβm the middle of my run today, I ran a 400 metre PB. My skinny legs out ran the geese (just)!
Should I bring some to the next Park Run? π