i´ve got legs. and i know how to use them.

At the end of the semester, Meena inspected my body and pronounced that everything was lovely--except my legs. She assured me that walking across an entire country would improve them. I assured her that it would not.

I´m right.

I have walked more than 400 miles now, and my legs are still the same shapeless shape that they were before I started. It´s oddly fascinating. I look at people walking ahead of me, old German men with muscled calves and young women with firm and shapely legs. What in the world do they do differently? How many miles does it take, for Chrissakes? True, I don´t walk behind myself, but I have a pretty good sense of what I would see.

Sorry, Meena.