#Runners High
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pixelpunk98 · 1 year ago
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Good morning!!!!!!
Up at first alarm ✔️ drank my water ✔️ ran ✔️
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Coffee made ☕☕ Stretches done ✔️ protein shake drunk ✔️
Now for a shower and to kick ass at work!!
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joan-of-arse2 · 10 months ago
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10 mile run cuz i’m fucking cool like that + gay ass rainbow house with dicks on the side of it that i passed on my run lol
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lunamikk69 · 29 days ago
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SCANDAL MAMI & Takanori Nishikawa from T.M.Revolution promotes Sengoku Basara 4 at MezamashiTV
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dk-thrive · 1 year ago
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When I ran, I wanted freedom from the relentless decision tree of contemporary American life. The exercise soothed me into a creature closer to the animal I so often forget I am: mentally calm and physically alert, present in my body rather than my mind.
— Margo Steines, "Brutalities: A Love Story" (W. W. Norton & Company, October 3, 2023)
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mandatoryrollercoaster · 8 months ago
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Runner's High
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artbyrxy · 3 months ago
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and lastly here’s my newest work out playlist cus i got into running and it’s a very specific type of music that gets me into runners high
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healthyskillz · 4 months ago
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Today's run (sun came out for the first time this week) made me feel FANTASTIC 🤩
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balancehappy · 2 years ago
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I finished 10 miles today for the first time outside of a race setting & second time ever. I’m so proud & have worked so hard.
Running has been such a humbling adventure. There’s always a new goal to work towards; a faster pace, a longer distance, & I’m sure once you’re into the more technical bits there’s even more.
I’m not a beginner, but I wouldn’t consider myself experienced. I have no clue what I’m doing.
I keep showing up. I keep pushing myself. I keep going.
I’m training for a half marathon, starting to experiment with gear & fueling. Eating while running is HARD!!
Hoping someday I’ll be ready for the full 26.2, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to maintain the required level of commitment to continue running through Florida’s brutal summer months.
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ninelivesastrology · 3 months ago
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pixelpunk98 · 2 years ago
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www-surdashery-com · 5 months ago
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lunamikk69 · 2 years ago
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SCANDAL - Runners high in the SCANDAL ARENA LIVE 2014 “FESTIVAL”
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betamax-bandit · 6 months ago
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grittyrunners · 1 year ago
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I tried to remember that I was running [22.10.2023]
I didn't sleep enough. My fault as I kept watching funny videos on YouTube until 1am to desperately try to distract my thoughts from the current state of the world.
In the morning, Ts mom picked us up to drive us to the start of the run. My mom also came. In my head, this was the last time I'd voluntarily do something with T and also hopefully the last time this year, I'd do something with her and our mothers.
T was nervous as always about the race and I felt honestly relaxed. I had done a half marathon before with close to no training and it had been fine. My only goal was to finish.
When we arrived, I started to feel a bit euphoric again. The organization was top, and there were runners, runners everywhere. Music and announcements blasting from the speakers, starting numbers, tiny fanny packs, gel packets, water bottles, team pictures, running shorts, excitement and ambition everywhere.
There were pacers in this race and we sticked behind the 2:30 group. Because it was almost the last, we took a bit before we even got over the start - line. Then we started. Running with a pacer was a lot more relaxing than running alone and trying to constantly adjust your speed. The group ran relaxed, but steady and I honestly didn't feel very exhausted even a few kilometers into the race. I felt at ease, running steadily without ever going to fast.
I wondered if I could get into a "runner's high" - esque state, a meditative state I could reach sometimes when I ran for a long while and almost always when I danced. But, there were the thoughts. I tried to focus my thoughts on the race, the kilometers, the people around me, my body that was carrying me all this way. I tried to remember that I was in Germany, scared but safe. I tried to remember that I couldn't do anything about world conflict here and that there was always conflict happening in other countries that I couldn't do anything about. I tried to remember that I was running and that that was the important thing now. I tried to think about the race instead of conflict and Israel and Palestine and Hamas and victims and corpses and blood and pain and bombs and death, death, death.
I think that I succeeded a bit. Over the course of the race, my thoughts slowly pulled away from this dark red swirl of Weltschmerz and swarmed around the race I was doing. I tried T's energy gel which was disgustingly sweet. I timed when I ate my oreos and chugged down the water they gave out.
Around kilometer 14, things suddenly got hard. Almost from one moment to another, the ease with which I had been running, vanished. I suddenly felt some weird pain in my left knee, my feet hurt, I felt my back, thighs and lower legs in an uncomfortable way. My body suddenly noticed the pressure it had been put under.
That, however, was sufficient to really keep my mind on the race now. I focuessed on keeping myself going, on upholding my own motivation and pushing meter for meter.
And suddenly, sometime while we were running around a big field around kilometer 16, I thought that I have to focus on myself for now. I can't influence the state of the world much. I will do my last donation, finish the paintings and then I'll be done with this topic. Not because it isn't horrible anymore, not because it isn't important anymore but because I can't otherwise. I can't keep crying every day, even though innocent people died. I can't keep remember this number, 1.300 day upon day and feel the world stabbing me over and over. I can't count every police car I come across and wonder if it's going to a protest. I can't wake up feeling heartbroken and go to sleep the same way, I just can't take this anymore.
So, I will deliberately live away from it, distract myself, ignore and cover on purpose. I will focus on sports and on languages because these are the only things that make me feel not horrible at the moment. And if that means avoiding people for a while, I will also be able to handle that. I can't keep pushing things all onto my mental health.
Towards the end, we did pass the 2:30 pacers and reached the finish line in under 2:30 hours. Then the usual, meeting our mothers, long and convoluted discussion about where the train stop is, finally setting on a restaurant, nice food, drive home.
At home, I packed my few belongings into my bag and ate the last piece of cake with my family. Train drive back was okay. I would have liked to really just relax the whole evening after the half marathon, but the train was too packed for that. I sat on the floor between carriages, alternated between watching a Japanese TV drama and street interviews because the TV drama kept lagging and ate the rest of my oreos.
I feel a bit more uplifted now. The world is still horrible and hurting but I can at least see a rosy, faint happiness in the small bubble that is my life. I can feel the accomplishment of running a marathon, I can feel the entertainment of Japanese TV shows, I can feel the proudness of learning a new vocabulary, I can sense the calamity of the train and the peace of my minimisric room and the happiness of riding my bike even when the world is in shambles.
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