My calves have always been my best feature, I think.
I can thank mom for that, with her “Chicago Walk.”
As she always called it.
Never in a hurry, but always on the run.
That was just her way.
A speed walker at 9, I was going to train
Whether I had a race or not
I can thank Mr. Blue, too.
That one time in 5th grade, when he made me do squats for an hour straight
In the back of the classroom for being a smart-ass
At least it felt like an hour
I ran home that day, because my legs burned if I went any slower
Feel the burn, indeed.
I don’t run as much, these days
I catch myself “Chicago Walking”, sometimes, though.
My calves still look good.