So, the title of this post has nothing to do with the photo above except that the photo is of the flat part of my drive-way--the part that doesn't hurt me when I run on the road.
Now for how the word 'callipygian' and how it entered upon our family vocabulary: My eldest daughter tried her feet at running on the Cross Country team this year. Prior to every race, the girls run to a quiet spot and huddle--prayers and what-not are said, but in the end there is a rather loud cheer..."Callipygous" is their call to battle. I asked my child, "What does this mean?" She replied, "It means that a quest for a perfect rear end is in suit."
I guess running 3.1 miles is a wonderful recipe for shaping the derriere. How this tradition started on this historically stong NC team has long been forgotten. I have now joined the Wellness Center and here is my new mantra: "Callipygous!"