Even then he leaned against the wall like his legs weren't working quite right.

I wasn't even sure my legs would work enough to shower at all.

She tried to run to him, but her legs wouldn't work.

He wanted to move back to the center of the bridge, but suddenly his legs wouldn't work.

I try to get back up, my arms and legs will not work.

Just make the legs work, one after the other, and don't think about anything else.

At three miles my legs weren't working right, no energy.

The leg worked very well, once I was used to it.

It seemed as though his legs would not work right.

His short legs just didn't work the way a man's did.