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Question of the day from Jenny
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I’ll go with super strong because it would be awesome to be able to pull my car out of a snowbank at 6 am 🙂
I have to go with super strong!! I don’t care about going super fast
I dunno. I have always thought being fast would be pretty cool. I actually am a pretty fast runner for my age and complete lack of training. (At least, I was the last time I checked – some years ago.) The thought of being “the” fastest may appeal to me.
Strong – I dunno. I am strong, for an old lady. But the thing about strength is, you can always find some apparatus to pick up where you leave off.
I’d like to be super strong, as long as I don’t LOOK super strong. I don’t want huge muscles, just the power they provide!
Stealth strong wasn’t an option. So you will even have those big back muscles and huge muscley thighs that are the size of telephone poles… only tapered toward the knees. You made your choice so deal with it.
Bailey, “Hey mom! The ball rolled under the bleachers. Will you come over and lift them so we can keep playing?”
(Gosh, I crack myself up sometimes) 🙂
Super fast except for one thing.