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What is the recent innovative form of exercise that has gained attention in the fitness world?
One of the exciting forms of exercise making waves lately is “High-Intensity Interval Resistance Training” or HIRT! 🚀 This awesome workout combines the best of both worlds: the heart-pumping intensity of HIIT with the muscle-strengthening power of resistance training.
Explanation:
HIIT + Resistance = Fitness Magic! 💪🏋️♀️: HIRT takes the fun of HIIT and throws in resistance exercises. Picture…
There was a day when I smiled at the rose bush, walking along the sidewalk with glee, cheerful and full of life.
There was a time I remember, that I felt loved, a room of friends, and everywhere I go was an endless happiness. I wonder where it all went, where it all ended, leaving me in the emptiness with a knife.
To say I laugh is nothing but a fools dream, to say that I'm proud is nothing but an endless lie.
To keep walking forward, in my current path, is a tiresome journey, walking on shattered glass and rusted nails, with razor blades slicing my skin, oh this life of mine.
The day of your passing was the day two have died. And an empty feeling, a duty with no purpose is left.
For what I have done is meaningless and without a "thanks" by all, is this what I've been left to whiteness as my dreams and hopes have been theft?
Still I walk forward, dragging myself upon the sand of shattered bottle. Crawling on the puddles of acid I go.
And this torcher of theirs grow, the laughter of them beating me down and poison words are thrown at me, nothing but hurt as I grow.
This, however, is what I do I suppose. I keep my head up and walk forward in time without looking back into the forgotten pile.
For this mask I wear, is but a fools laughter. It's a lie that I've become, this mask I grew in pain and suffering, is !y emotional smile...
The person by you is smiling right now, but what is it that makes them smile? Is it genuine, or an act?