This separation goes beyond people though. For example, I know plenty of people who diet, and they go on what I call civilian diets. I diet to an extent as well for part of the year, except my non-civilian diet is usually quite different. It has nothing to do with quantities. I will never in my life COUNT A CALORIE. You get the point. The list goes on and on from sleeping habits, to traveling, to beverage choice, and everything in between.
Anyway, all this to say that right now I have a civilian right leg. It’s the weirdest thing and it looks like it belongs on a different body because the left leg stayed pretty strong and muscular. The right one however, is not only noticeably smaller and less defined, it’s also SQUISHY. A male friend a while back pointed out to me how different track legs were compared to the legs of regular females and I had never really given it much thought until then, but after that I knew it was another difference to add to the list. Of course I don’t go around sticking my finger into people’s quads but I do know that my own legs stay pretty solid…until now. And even though the past week in the weight room has brought it back to life a bit, I still flex it and am able to push my finger in it. I don’t know that I am that fond of the Pillsbury dough-ness of it all. I’ve always maintained that I will gladly lose a bit of the “hard body” once I’m done running and it’s not a necessity, but I’m thinking it might be in my best interest to never give up the squats, lunges, etc.