Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.
Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
My legs were really tight today, so I didn't run all my events. I saw what I can improve, and I need to work on my start in the 60.
My legs were not really moving very well. And then she played a good first set.
My legs were like, oh my god, what's going on,
My legs were dead. They were wobbling a little bit on my last (extra point). But that was fun, a lot of fun. I thought before the game, I hope I don't have to kick much. Then I did. I couldn't let them down.
My legs have been able to stay active and now I really don't have any pain from the groin surgery. I've been able to get my skating back. I didn't really have that 100 percent before and that's really the key to my game.
My legs have become accustomed to the treadmill. And in L.A., running on the street is asking for a distracted texting driver to knock you over.
My legs got a little tired when I got around 90 pitches, but I was hoping if I could just keep it 3-2 after the second home run and get through the inning, maybe the bullpen could come in and pick up the last four.
My legs felt really, really heavy today. It is often that way after I set my personal records. ... If it hadn't been for the crowd, I only would have jumped (5-10 3/4) today.