On a Wednesday, I stopped for a coffee in a shop on the town square. The woman who served me was wearing cropped denim pants. She was 5 foot two or thereabouts, and stocky. I could see the swoop of what I knew had to be huge, bulging calves just below the hem. As I watched her, she stood on tiptoes to get something off a high shelf which made her pant leg ride up and there it was: A lump of muscle. I immediately began to plan a return visit. I would take my camera, I thought. The very next morning at 9:00, I stopped in for another coffee. I asked if she was an athlete. She said she wasn't. ... Show more