“I hoped they couldn't run very fast with those stubby little legs and flippers, but they waddled along pretty well.”
“I type as fast as a ten-legged man who just had eight legs chopped off runs.”
“My legs are not for show! They're for running fast and kicking ass!”
“On the day of the race, as I run those very streets, will I be able to fully enjoy this autumn in New York? Or will I be too preoccupied? I won't know until I actually start running. If there's one hard and fast rule about marathons, it's that.”
“I have periods now, like normal girls; I too am among the knowing, I too can sit out volleyball games and go to the nurse's for aspirin and waddle along the halls with a pad like a flattened rabbit tail wadded between my legs, sopping with liver-colored blood.”
“It was more like when I was little and used to run everywhere for the sheer fun of fast moving.”