I stand about 5’3″, weight 155 pounds and have really great birthing hips. I overpronate and it takes me almost two steps to Donnie’s one to keep up with him. I, by no means, have a traditional runner’s body, I will never win a race (unless it’s against a crawling baby) and I make all running outfit decisions based on whether my thighs will rub together.
Everything about my body tells me to go find another form of exercise, but I don’t want to. I want to run.
And at least I have a tall man in my house to reach the highest shelves.
Thanks Runner’s World for the chuckle:
I Sweat Pretty 