The Long, Curvy Legs of Monday

It's Monday! And I'm posting a blog entry! OMG! Just sayin'. ;)

So, my leg cramp from Saturday, while probably lasting not even a minute, has continued to pain me. I walked about 6 miles with Makal on Saturday and it did okay, only starting to hurt in the home stretch and even then it wasn't a "hurt" so much as a "i have the potential to make you miserable". Echoes of that morning's pain. I've been stretching it lots too to help the muscle relax. Yet Sunday I was practically limping around and I definitely felt muscle soreness when trying to use that leg--sitting around doing nothing, though, was perfectly fine. So last night Makal rubbed lots of Tiger Balm into my sore muscle and I fell asleep chilled by the clear night air and the tingly sensation on my leg. This morning, my leg feels much better! It was still a little tense when pointing my toes up and stretching that way, but I took a super hot bath--perhaps my warmest since the summer heat set in--and I think I'm a-okay now. Huzzah. :D

Speaking of legs, I was checking in on one of my "love to hate" blogs, Egotastic, and saw a thumbnail in the sidebar of a recent post on Jennifer Lopez in a bikini. From the preview pic, I thought her body was looking pretty realistic (and relatable), and recalling how most people seem to have gone on about her gorgeous booty I was looking forward to the writer talking about J-Lo lookin' good in those zebra stripes. But no, he had this to say: "You knew she had a big ass, but in these Jennifer Lopez bikini pictures you can see what makes it so big: Cellulite." Umm, hello? Just what do you think big booties are made of? I mean, I know that fat doesn't always equal cellulite, but it's kind of inevitable when certain body parts are in question (namely, the lower half). Big butt = big hips = big thighs. True, there might be other equations for big butts, but I speak from experience when I say that's the most common one. And trust me, I wish it wasn't so true: it would be super cool if my ample bottom wasn't stuffed with fat cells and was, instead, due to amazingly oversized gluteus maximus muscles; imagine the vertical leap I'd have! I would've done much better running hurdles in middle school instead of, yaknow, falling all over them.