#endurance exercise

[ultimate-healing-blog]

Understanding the Impact of Exercise on Metabolism

Understanding the Impact of Exercise on Metabolism - #Exercise #Metabolism #Health #Fitness #WeightLoss #Nutrition #Cardio #StrengthTraining #HIIT #HealthyLiving #Wellness #Workout #Calories #MuscleFitness #BalancedDiet #LifestyleChanges

How Exercise Can Boost Your Metabolism Metabolism refers to the intricate processes through which your body transforms food into energy via chemical reactions within your cells. Your metabolic rate quantifies the number of calories (energy units) your body expends to maintain essential functions. What Influences Metabolism? Metabolism varies from person to person; some individuals naturally…

[robertasgym]

Do This Twice a Week For Weight Loss – Endurance Workout

Looking to shake off some extra weight and feel better in your skin? Well, here's a simple trick: give this endurance workout a shot! Twice a week, just slot in some time for this routine, and you'll be cruising towards your weight loss goals in no time.

Now, this workout isn't about fancy moves or high-tech gear. It's all about getting your blood pumping and your body moving. You'll feel the sweat dripping, and your muscles might protest a bit, but hey, that's just your body getting stronger. Stick with it, and you'll not only see those numbers on the scale drop, but you'll also notice yourself feeling more energized and confident. So, why not give it a whirl? Lace up those sneakers, crank up your favorite tunes, and let's kickstart this journey to a fitter, happier you!

Don't be discouraged if you struggle at first. Every drop of sweat is progress, and each session will get easier as you build up your endurance. Good luck and have fun pushing yourself to new limits!❤️💪

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[globalbrandsmagazine]

Stanford-led study on lab rats reveals comprehensive molecular changes in various tissues due to endurance exercise, shedding light on its health benefits and disease prevention mechanisms. Findings suggest potential for personalized exercise interventions based on genetics, sex, and health conditions to optimize health outcomes. Exercise. It’s associated with increased muscle strength, improved heart health.

[getmymettle]

Discover the Perks of Engaging in the Top 7 Muscular Endurance Training, Exercise, and Workout

Who doesn't want those lean, flexible muscles that make you feel unstoppable? We often hear about the importance of physical appearance, but let's not forget the magic of activities that boost our muscular endurance. In this guide, we'll dive into the world of endurance training, exploring its perks, and breaking down some killer exercises for a workout that's both fun and effective.

Why Embrace Endurance Training?

Sure, looking good is a plus, but endurance training does so much more! It not only amps up your muscle strength but also turns your regular workout into something you genuinely look forward to.

1. Push-Up Position Plank:

Why it's Awesome: This move is like a secret weapon for your core during an endurance exercise. It strengthens your transverse abdominis, reducing the chance of those pesky spinal injuries. Plus, it's a great warm-up for the almighty push-up and an easy way to check in on your core strength. Can you hold it for at least a minute and a half? Give it a shot and make it part of your pre-endurance workout routine or sneak it in between sets.

2. Squat:

Why it's a Game-Changer: Squats are the superheroes of your lower body, upper body, and core. Stand with your feet just a tad wider than your shoulders, toes pointed out. Go down, come back up – easy, right? Beginners, start with 5-10 reps and embrace the burn.

3. Abdominal Crunch:

Why it Works: Time to give those abs some love during your endurance workout. Lie down, knees bent, feet flat on the floor, and let's crunch! Tilt your upper body towards your knees, and go for 10–15 reps to kickstart that core action.

4. Pike Crunch:

Why it's Fun: Spice things up with the pike crunch, a fantastic endurance exercise. Lie on your back, legs spread, arms up – now lift that body into a pike! It's like reaching for the stars, only better. Try 10-15 reps, or throw in a stability ball for an extra challenge.

5. Lunges:

Why it's a Must: Lunges are the full package for your abs, glutes, hips, and thighs, perfect for an endurance workout. Take a step, feel the burn, and return to the start. Give both legs some love with 10-15 reps each.

6. Plank:

Why it Challenges You: Planks are the ultimate challenge for your abs and back during an endurance exercise. Get in that position, keep it tight, and hold for 30 seconds. Take a breather, repeat three times, and feel the strength.

7. Farmer's Walk:

Why it's a Winner: Grab some weights, squat, tighten that core, and take a stroll. It's not just a walk; it's a farmer's walk – an ideal warm-up or a killer finish to your endurance workout.

In Conclusion :

Building muscular endurance isn't just about looking good; it's about feeling good and having a blast while doing it. Say goodbye to boring workouts, and hello to a routine that boosts your strength and stamina. Don't forget to add some endurance supplements and a solid diet to keep that energy high throughout your endurance training. Your fitness journey just got a whole lot more exciting – let's do this!

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ clothing prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ baggy blue jeans

²⁾ mismatched socks

³⁾ a wrinkled grey button-down

⁴⁾ patterned pyjama pants

⁵⁾ a borrowed hoodie

⁶⁾ a long, flowing skirt

⁷⁾ beaten track shoes

⁸⁾ a boonie hat

⁹⁾ a football jersey

¹⁰⁾ a weathered kitchen apron

¹¹⁾ a soft, expensive hotel dressing gown

¹²⁾ laddered black tights

¹³⁾ strong combat boots

¹⁴⁾ a poorly-knitted blue scarf

¹⁵⁾ black boxer briefs

¹⁶⁾ a green tie

¹⁷⁾ grey sweatpants

¹⁸⁾ tartan pyjama pants

¹⁹⁾ a knitted jumper with loose threads

²⁰⁾ a red sports bra

²¹⁾ a miniskirt

²²⁾ a pink whale tail

²³⁾ a loose graphic t-shirt

²⁴⁾ a sports-branded cap

²⁵⁾ cargo pants

²⁶⁾ one single mitten

²⁷⁾ a balaclava

²⁸⁾ cheetah print leggings

²⁹⁾ a fake fur coat

³⁰⁾ heeled leather boots

³¹⁾ a wedding dress

³²⁾ a blue flannel shirt

³³⁾ black slacks

³⁴⁾ doctor’s scrubs

³⁶⁾ a sleek, tailored suit

³⁷⁾ a white lace bralette

³⁸⁾ jorts

³⁹⁾ a cocktail dress

⁴⁰⁾ a torn wifebeater

⁴¹⁾ a biker’s leather cut

⁴²⁾ a silk singlet

⁴³⁾ a bloodstained uniform

⁴⁴⁾ gaa shorts

⁴⁵⁾ a leather belt with a silver buckle

⁴⁶⁾ a cheap costume feather boa

⁴⁷⁾ rolled up shirtsleeves

⁴⁸⁾ a little black dress

⁴⁹⁾ a polo shirt

⁵⁰⁾ a birthday suit

[owltaxidermy]

People believing that Gortash would be absolutely furious to learn that Durge/Tav killed Raphael, you are 100% right! I have a proof. I brought Enver his stepdaddy's corpse as a sweet token to celebrate our alliance, and... Let's say he didn't appreciate it that much.

[irhabiya]

i went to the gym today.....finally

[military1st]

Three Marines on a mission.

These scout sniper candidates push their limits during a gruelling 12-mile ruck run, each carrying 50 pounds of gear. Precision, endurance, and grit are the ultimate test.

Could you handle the challenge?

The U.S. Marine Corps photo by Cpl. Paul S. Martinez (2015).

[autumnhobbit]

the whole batman muscle debate really makes no sense and i think it’s colored by steroids’ influence on our cultural perception of what fit/muscular ‘should’ look like. i know ben affleck looked like an absolute beefcake in bvs and good for him! however in reality those kinds of overly-defined veiny muscles only come from excessive exercise, steroid use, and dehydrating yourself. it makes no practical sense for bruce to be excessively exercising, because he gets all his exercise in his nightlife. it makes no practical sense for him to be on steroids, not because steroids are expensive (billionaire), but because they wipe out your endurance. a lot of these super jacked dudes will do showy workouts for their tiktoks but in reality can only do the bare minimum working out before they’re absolutely wiped, especially with cardio, which seems rather necessary for batman as a concept. and it makes no practical sense for him to dehydrate himself because again, you can’t function as well. sure, you ‘look great’ (if you’re vince mcmahon i guess cough cough) but it’s not realistic. and anyway, if bruce wayne was 8 feet tall and 400 lbs of solid muscle don’t you think having a secret identity would seem. i dunno a little superfluous?

[freepassbound]

After some delay, a pictorial essay on my overnighter:

This was much harder hiking than I'd anticipated 😅 - even the wooded areas were at best packed sand.

And of course this was no picnic either - 303 steps - but... better than climbing loose sand, I guess? 😅

It did have this bit of cuteness at one of the frequent rest bench areas (for which I was supremely grateful).

And of course the view was spectacular.

Though not as spectacular as the sunset!

Going for the glamour technique shot on the morning hike of Day 2.

And the pièce de résistance - the vista view of a Great Lake.

Finally, here it is - your moment of Zen.

[necrogfie]

i feel violent wow thank you, parents for being fucking awful people and trigerring the shit out of ur kids !!!! such a power move wow !!!!

[eatclean-bewhole]

Today’s leg workout came with a view, lots of sun and…. a snake. ⛰️🚲🐍

In weather like this (98F in higher elevation) it’s important to stay properly fueled & hydrated. Here are some of my Go-Tos that I learned during my triathlon training:

Coconut water

Redmond salt @redmondrealsalt

Infinite Nutrition @theinfinitloop

BCAAs

Nuts & seeds

Manuka honey sticks

Protein shakes (recovery)

Ruvi (recovery) @getruvi

And lots of deep stretching & restorative yoga tonight!

[graunblida]

friendly reminder for inch rested parties, lexa is actually p muscular under all those layers 👀 she also got more tattoos

[dirtanddistance]

Squamish50 Race Recap: Fool Me Twice, Shame on Me

"Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene // she sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream // GOOOOOOOODDDDD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! You're a Coast Mountain girl, and you run in the woods // oh mama, IIIIIIIIII'M JUST HAVIN' FUN, on the trail in my vest, it's where I belong, down on these // COAST MOUNTAIN TRAILS, I'm gonna keep on running on these COAST MOUNTAIN TRAILS, I'm gonna keep on running out in WEST CANADA, I'm gonna keep on running on these coast mountain trails, coast mountain trails"

Phew. Now that that's out of my system...

When I was growing up, the concept of 'peer pressure' never made much sense to me. I was not intrinsically tempted by drugs, or alcohol, or skipping class, or the social points that might have been gained by participating in such shenanigans. Outside of what that might say about me as a person, it led to an interesting revelation as I got older: my so-called peers back then just weren't doing anything interesting enough to make me feel compelled to join. All of this changed the moment I encountered my first overnight relay race in college. I was sold. Things would only escalate from there. My mama was not proud. There were actual fights over these endeavours. It culminated in me running my first ultra before I even had a bachelor's degree, setting my life in a direction no one predicts for their child.

It would come as no surprise to find me signed up for a 50 mile race eight years later in an entirely different country, if you had much of a background on ultrarunning. And after watching the 'vlog clip' my husband so charitably took of me at the finish line vowing that I would never do such a thing again, a seasoned member of the ultra community would have laughed and said 'see you next year'. Which is where our story begins, one year after the infamous 'never again' caught on film.

I did not feel an aching desire to run farther than 50 miles again, or even to do that particular event again. I had achieved my Gary Robbins hug and shiny medal, I had proven whatever it was that I needed to prove (see, dad? Not all ultras are just 'a few more miles than a marathon' AND I'm alive to prove it!). Cue, peer pressure. I wrote a silly little race report talking about how much I cried and a few of my friends read it and talked about it and were like 'that sounds great I'm in'. And if there's one thing I can't abide, it's my friends and peers going on an endurance adventure without me. A whopping three or four months had passed by the time it was sign-up day so there I was at 7am on a Friday before work on Run SignUp and the group WhatsApp open as we all digitally shared the high of registration day and collectively ignored the implications of signing up for a 50 mile race.

Fast forward to last weekend and we're all at the starting line hemming and hawing about how we didn't sleep so well last night, and we're scared, and 'just gonna go out there and have a good time'. My little brother was texting me, because unlike here in BC it was a godly hour of the day in Florida and he was at the ready to remind me that he had gone to a T-Pain concert the night before, and that T-Pain is a resource in times of need (?). This is salient because one time in high school, my cross country coach told us to do a particular warm of exercise with the kind of energy and enthusiasm we would have if we were rushing the stage at a T-Pain concert, so referring to Tallahassee Pain when I am going for a run will always resonate. Yes. The T stands for Tallahassee. Not Tylenol extra strength, which may also resonate during long runs. Anyway, I put all my worries away in a mansion somewhere in Wiscansin, we snapped a start line selfie, and off we went into the brief dark.

The first couple of miles slipped away as I kept up with a few much faster compatriots. I got Travis talking about his upcoming trip to Japan, which is a subject I can listen to/speak about endlessly. Alas, being the personality hire of the run group meant that I would fade to the back fairly early, and eventually we reached the first climb of the day, DeBeck's hill. This was where I broke last time. I was crying. This isn't even to the second aid station. Full blown tears, panic attack. I was determined not to break this year. I made everyone I knew very aware of my goal for this year: do not cry before aid station two. I'm very happy to announce I did achieve this goal, but was almost brought to ruin on the Midlife Crisis trail as I discovered TRAIL LORE. Trail lore is in fact the best part of not being a complete hermit during your race, which was my other, unspoken goal of the race - interact with fellow runners enough to become emotionally invested in the outcome of at least two other participants beyond just 'wow I hope everyone has a nice day'. The fellow behind me as I was hot stepping from rock to rock about to throw up and/or throw myself down the hill goes 'don't rush! I'm not trying to pressure you! Don't fall, my friend built this trail and he wouldn't want you to fall!' Right there we almost got the first cry of the day. Not because I was panicking or sad but because THAT WAS SUCH A NICE THING TO TELL ME! PEOPLE ARE LOVELY! I was then provided the added details that this friend designed that particular singletrack run when he turned 50 to prove he could still do hard things. Which, if true, is way more wholesome than my interpretation of the name Midlife Crisis, which was that the trail is so stressful that 31 is going to be my midlife with the years this trail is taking off my life span.

I rolled into aid station 2 at Alice Lake without a tear having been shed, and ready to hit the bathroom. I ran into a fellow trail homie from the run club at the bathroom line (so, like a regular club? Very brat.) and rolled on. I thought briefly 'wow, I wish my husband hadn't had a combination migraine-food-poisoning-slash-general-itis and thrown up last night making it very unlikely that he'd make it to the first crew aid station in time' but mostly I was proud of myself for not crying and it was time to carry on to my previously favorite section of the race.

Corners is the best trail ever because it's pretty and flowy and there are wildflowers everywhere and fun signs that say that you might get zapped by the powerlines overhead. It's also where the professional race photographer hides out and catches you when you're running at a decent clip with a pretty background. I was so confident going into these parts. Then I watched the gal ahead of me almost eat some dirt. Not too bad, she recovered quick. Couldn't be me. Except a few minutes later it was me, fully supermanned out on the ground, covered in the gritty sandy stuff and bleeding. I hopped back up and kept moving, knowing that sitting around evaluating myself would probably just make it all hurt more. Blood streamed down my leg, but it seemed nothing particularly important was hurting as I resumed my journey. Ah well, I thought, maybe this will just make my race pictures look more badass. Another familiar face caught up to me, which was quite a surprise because I do not have any idea how anyone I knew could possibly be behind me at this point in the race. It was nice to have someone to whine about my fall to, and who also admitted to having taken a little tumble himself. We rolled into Aid Station 3, and I declined having anything done about my bloody leg because, well, what was there to do? Fall on the ground or not, everyone is coated in layer upon layer of dust and sweat out here anyway. We trekked on to the little loop that would eventually lead back to AS 3 and slowly parted ways as I kept a conservative pace. Then it hit me - the ground again. This time, not only was the knee bleeding again but I got my left hand pretty good, with blood streaming across it from a few difficult to evaluate spots. At this point I was big sad. I let myself cry a little. My finger HURT where it was cut. I gimped along feeling sorry for myself until my brain generated the thought 'you're having an Eren Jaeger moment' while looking at the blood streak across my palm. I had the power of God AND anime on my side now. I dragged my sad little self back to the aid station when miracle of all miracles occurred. There was a familiar face with a volunteer vest on on. I don't think I'd ever been so happy to see someone in my life. Before I could say anything, I was pushed into a camping chair and another volunteer was swiping away at the blood and dirt with a paper towel and some saline spray. Not exactly how I would do it, but hey. It became obvious that while gnarly, these injuries were probably not life threatening and I was probably gonna make it. After a little bit of whinging and snacking and the affirmation of 'see you at the finish line' (this will come in handy later), I wandered back into the woods for the trek up Galactic.

Galactic is, like, the most fabled section of this race. If you look at any race report, or even the race description itself, this is described as kind of a piece de resistance. It's a hella long incline is all it is. You're in the woods, walking upwards, for longer than you would like to be. It's just inclined enough that an amateur like myself does absolutely zero running for like, half an hour straight. It's a drag. It's also not particularly 'hard' in the sense of being technical, or super steep. Last year, this was an unremarkable section of trail for me. I was feeling pretty okay having conquered last year's Most Wanted incline on DeBeck's and thought nothing of the trudge up the hill. And then my subconscious came out to play. Covered in blood and dirt and with like, half the race or more to go, the 'why are you doing this' crept in. Now, I also faced down this question last year, starting like 15k into the race, so not having to wrestle with it until several aid stations in is actually a good thing. However, I was out there with my little vest and my little philosophy minor degree ready to Conquer The Question of Purpose in Ultramarathoning, and the answers were not looking good for me. I was deconstructing with every footstep forward. Is there intrinsic value in pain? And if there is, what is it? Why am I out here alone? Time doesn't exist and I have no concept that it has probably been less than an hour since I spoke to a friend and would probably either find more friends or make more friends as the day wears on. I am alone in this forest, and I am going to cry about it. Like, ugly cry. Sobbing, gasping, this-character-is-being-hella-overacted crying. I want to quit RIGHT NOW. But I told Tam I'd see her at the finish line. And like, it'd look kinda lame if I DNF this for no good reason besides getting too sad. At this point, I determine that it's probably time to Eat Something, so I pull out the super dense gel sugary thing I picked up at the aid station to avoid eating my own carefully curated snacks. And what would you know, approximately 5 minutes after consuming 200 calories of pure maple syrup with added salt, the world suddenly seemed less bleak and finishing this race seemed like a less awful proposition. My new attitude and I finally rocked up to aid station 4.

Aid station 4 was uneventful until we heard over the radio 'first female has cleared Smoke Bluffs'. Oof. The aid station volunteers graciously reminded those of us who had just been confronted with our weak paces that those who are finishing now did not get to spend time having snacks at the aid station. I took off, and found myself chatting with a fellow from Squamish. It was his first ultra, with an eerily similar story to my decision to run this race the year before - the 50k sold out too fast and thought, 'eh, how bad could 50 miles be?'. Officially invested in my unknown friend's fate now, we eventually rolled up to Aid Station 5, which I refer to as the family tailgate aid station. At first, I looked about helplessly for my husband without the faintest clue whether or not he'd even gotten out of the house. I wandered over to the medical tent where the nice medic scraped the hell out of my knee using alcohol swabs. Honestly, this might have been the worst part of the whole day if not for what was in store between aid stations 5 and 6. Finally I caught site of my spouse and parked myself in the grass to eat a sandwich and whine some more while he recorded it as a 'vlog' to share with everyone else I know. He had in fact remembered to bring the Scandinavian Swimmers I had emphatically requested the day before, but I ended up forgetting about them moments after he told me he had them. I considered letting them squeeze the cold water sponges on me before I headed out, but thought better of it when I contemplated the water cleanliness and the oozing scrape that we decided against bandaging for the sole reason that no bandage was going to adhere to me at this point in the day.

I rolled out of the aid station around the same time as my new friend, and we continued on our little trek. At this point, my right knee was starting to do The Thing. Previously, only my left knee had been known to do The Thing. It's a sharp sharp pain on the outside, near the knee cap when I land on that side. Sharp enough to make you not want to land too hard because that leg might buckle from the pain. It wasn't so bad, and only every few steps, so I got by just fine walking more than I wanted. Until I didn't, and it hurt with every downhill step I was taking and I started crying again because THIS TRULY SUCKS. I didn't even do anything to that leg! I did not bring this upon myself except by maybe having been born with kinda messed up legs that turn inward instead of straight ahead but I DID NOTHING WRONG! I will add at this point, this section of the run (despite being reassured that all distances are as marked and completely correct) at least FEELS exceptionally long compared to how it's advertised. You think you're almost to AS 6 for a VERY long time. As I cried about the unfairness of life, I remembered I had put every kind of OTC medication one might even think about needing in my vest, so I popped a couple of ibuprofen and grumpily walked on. For some reason, despite being an entire doctor, I never believe that ibuprofen could fix MY problem. It is a solution for someone else. Fortunately for me, ibuprofen doesn't care about my skepticism and went to work, rendering my knee functional and capable of being run upon and allowing it to carry me to Aid Station 6.

Aid Station 6 is kind of a letdown. Not because it's not fully stocked and staffed by fantastic volunteers - it absolutely is. Every aid station is a 10/10. It's just wedged between two very exciting aid stations where you get your crew and there is generally a lot of activity and cheering. However, a familiar face again saved the day when I realized the ice water bucket manager was in fact another run club friend. This friend in particular I had pressured into running the Valley Vertikiller as a fairly new trail runner. I was not, in my current state, doing a great job of selling the idea that trail running is a fun and safe activity, but his enthusiasm and selfie taking renewed my spirits and made me believe that I could make it to the next aid station, which would in turn mean that I could make it to the finish line.

It was at this aid station that I started to chat with a couple of ladies; the conversation with an aid station attendant about the insanity of doing this race multiple times had come up, so naturally I was prepared to contribute to this conversation and inform them that I was, in fact, completely unhinged. As we rolled back into the woods, these ladies were talking in miles which was my second cue to start talking, because where there are miles there are, typically, fellow Americans. These lasses were from Colorado; when I mentioned I was originally from Florida but had moved out to BC, they, without skipping a beat, went, 'wow so a total upgrade'. Ahhhh, to be amongst my kind of people. This was not their first 50 miler, and had come all the way out here to run it. I passed my original compatriot somewhere during this phase, which flew by in good company as I pulled ahead and in to aid station 7. Aid station 7 has you run across a bridge and going downhill for a bit. I saw a few folks standing before the aid station on the sideline; I assumed it was just course marshals or someone taking down bib numbers for checkin. I spotted my husband with his Real Camera, and as my brain slowly processed the blonde girl cheering for me by name (as an Experienced Runner, I am now conscious of when I have my name printed on my race tag and no longer become completely frozen in horror when I hear my name called by enthusiastic strangers) as not just a random volunteer with a lot of energy, but my BC Bestie Elise! And then as I got to the aid station proper, I realized that I was in the presence of my husband, BC Bestie, AND my Aid Station 3 trail angel friend! As disoriented and overstimulated as I was by this, it was honestly magical, I almost cried, and I reluctantly accepted/delivered the most disgusting hugs I've ever been a part of. I was truly ready to tackle the final 8 miles now.

The last section of the race includes an additional unpleasant climb that kinda never ends, but did include an exceptional sunset. As much as it meant knowing I'd be rocking up to the finish line in the dark, the striking purple and orange on the horizon as I crested the false peak on my way up Mountain of Phlegm was first class. As we finally neared the stairs, I chatted with a woman who was here from Alberta to do the 50/50 (for those of you fortunate enough to not know what that is, it means running the 50 mile race on Saturday followed by the 50k race on Sunday). It rained just a little bit, and I wished her good traction and tacky surfaces for Sunday (and warned that if it rained too much that slippery might be a concern to monitor). When we reached the stairs, the course marshal eagerly assured us that we were done with the stairs! Which was quickly disproven upon reaching several smaller flights of stairs... sigh. After this betrayal, we eventually made our way out of Smoke Bluffs to the sight of a disco ball and Von Dutch blasting on a bluetooth speaker in the parking lot. Fortified by the power of brat summer imbued in that melody I took off onto the pavement princess section of the race. Several very, very enthusiastic high-five soliciting children ambushed me with their excitement and encouragement as I ran past the hostel I was staying at, onto the final stretch of road.

You might be thinking to yourself at this point, wow, she's run 50+ miles in the woods without encountering a single bear! What luck! And you'd be right, except then I encountered a bear. On the street. Walking down the opposite side of the road. This is an inconvenience, and I suppose I should have exercised better bear manners. I gave it the little bit of 'hey bear!' I could summon and basically hoped it would continue on its way down the street because nothing was going to delay me from reaching this finish line right now, not even this unbothered black bear. Fortunately, he or she seemed utterly unmoved by my antics and continued on down the street as though they were also a taxpaying member of the community and I barreled down the street and into the finish chute where I was immediately granted my second Squamish50 Gary Robbins hug and the attention of many friends who had to witness my (again) overstimulated and disoriented presence. After a finish line group photo, it was time to start recombobulating, relaying stories to Toby and Elise, and drinking an orange juice juice box like any good Floridian would.

While I haven't quite sorted out my running purpose deconstruction, being reminded that I was the reason someone else signed up for something challenging or ridiculous seems like a good enough proxy for now. I hopped on the results page as soon as it was up to ensure my Squamish and Colorado friends also made it across the finish line (yes, they did!). I only made it four days before I was talking about signing up for my next ultra (not alone... not ready to do that again), which may be a new record turnaround time.

I cannot sign off without reiterating how absolutely blessed and lucky and fortunate I felt to have so many familiar, happy faces out there on the course last Saturday. From my other pals running the race that I felt I couldn't be the only DNF of the crew, to the volunteers and friends that came out to cheer me on and my ever-attentive forever race crew member Toby, this race reminded me that no matter if you're racing or just out for a run, going fast or taking it easy, the real magic of running is the folks you meet along the way. Without this sport, I honestly don't think I would have had some of the most important relationships and experiences I've had in my life.

Tune in next time for my musings about my mid-race existential crisis and the ever elusive 'why do I run?'!

[limbinda]

I did my 10 mile run today instead of yesterday and kept an okay pace. A bit slower than last week but some days are just a little slower than others.

Weight: 122.4 lb. /55.5kg

Calories: 1991

Protein: 124g

Fiber: 28g

[techdriveplay]

Should I Be Using a Sauna After Working Out?

Saunas have long been a staple in gyms and fitness centres worldwide, but should you be using a sauna after working out? This question has sparked debates among fitness enthusiasts and health experts alike. Let’s explore the potential benefits and drawbacks to help you make an informed decision. Statistics: A study published in the Journal of Human Kinetics found that sauna use post-exercise…