#groundies

[abadinfo]

Courir quand tu es vieux

Je ne vais pas revenir là-dessus, mais comme vous l’avez compris, j’ai changé de vie. J’ai aussi plus de temps pour moi. J’arrive à un âge où il ne faut pas se laisser aller et la reprise du sport m’a paru être une bonne idée.

Alors oui, mais c’est pas si simple.

C’est facile, il suffit de mettre un pied devant l’autre

Ayant fait la connaissance d’une personne qui passe son temps à courir, et préférant courir à ses côtés que lui courir après, je me suis dit que la course était une bonne option. Et en soi, c’est une bonne option. Donc go chez Décathlon acheter une paire de chaussures de running et en avant.

L’avantage de la course c’est que c’est accessible à quasiment tout le monde et qu’il n’y a pas de questions à se poser.

Alors oui, mais non.

Tout s’apprend, même courir

Ma plus grosse crainte avant de courir se situait au niveau du cardio. J’étais persuadé que je serais hyper essoufflé au bout de 30 mètres et que j’allais vivre un calvaire. Et contre toute attente, ce ne fut pas le cas. Le cardio n’était pas réellement un problème. Par contre j’avais mal un peu partout dès que je courrais. J’ai mis ça sur le dos de mon âge avancé et me suis dit que ça allait s’arranger. À vrai dire je ne prêtais pas trop attention à mes douleurs, toujours focalisé que j’étais sur mon cardio. Et comme mon cœur réagissait bien, j’ai couru plus souvent et plus longtemps.

Et là, c’est le drame…

Au bout d’un mois, et alors que je me sentais bien, j’ai commencé à ressentir une douleur au niveau de l’aine. Encore une fois je n’y ai pas trop prêté attention mais rapidement, cette douleur m’a complètement empêché de courir. Comme si ma hanche se verrouillait. Bref : ostéopathe, médecin, podologue anti-inflammatoires et même IRM. Au final repos forcé et cette fichue douleur qui ne disparaît pas. Le diagnostic ? Bursite et tendinite du moyen fessier. Six mois après et alors que la douleur est toujours présente, je finis par faire ce qu’il ne faut pas faire : me renseigner sur internet.

À ce stade, mon médecin a lâché l’affaire et n’a pas vraiment de réponse à m’apporter.

Je découvre alors que ce dont je souffre est plutôt répandu et que ce n’est pas une fatalité. Cela se soigne par du renforcement musculaire et pas forcément par de l’immobilisation. Je comprends aussi que mes chaussures de running achetées à pas cher ont probablement eu un rôle dans ma blessure, leur drop étant trop important. Et enfin que j’étais parti trop vite et trop fort (je sais que ça paraît incroyable).

Aujourd’hui, on en est où ?

Plus de 6 mois après avoir arrêté, je me suis doucement remis à courir. Dans les faits il faudrait que je fasse aussi des exercices de renforcement musculaire. Et on ne va pas se mentir, ceux que j’ai dégotés, c’est sur YouTube que je les ai trouvés. Ça m’ennuie franchement d’en arriver à me soigner sur internet mais on en est là : un médecin qui préfère prescrire des médicaments que des séances de kiné, une incapacité de sa part à m’apporter des solutions… il a bien fallu que je fasse quelque chose.

Et les chaussures ?

J’ai consulté une podologue qui a mis le doigt (cette phrase est bizarre) sur ce problème de drop. Mais comme elle n’a pas vraiment insisté, sur le coup, je n’ai pas relevé. Puis en continuant mes recherches sur le minimalisme, j’ai découvert par hasard qu’il existait des chaussures dites minimalistes. Là, il y a une petite cloche qui a tinté dans ma tête et j’ai regardé ça de plus prêt. Alors ce n’est pas le sujet ici mais disons, pour faire vite, que les chaussures minimalistes ont un drop de zéro (même épaisseur de semelle entre l’avant du pied et le talon. Elles sont également très souples. L’idée est de pouvoir retrouver une démarche identique à celle qu’on pratique pieds nus. Cela préviendrait notamment les problèmes de douleurs aux genoux et (oh ! Surprise !) à la hanche… Bon alors il n’était pas questions de se précipiter sur un équipement onéreux sans réfléchir, mais il se trouve que je suis tombé sur cette vidéo :

Et 40€ pour tester ça me paraît raisonnable.

Saguaro

Je me suis donc laissé tenter. Et pour tout dire, je ne regrette pas. Alors oui, elles sont moches, mais ce sont de véritables chaussons, hyper confortables. Je les ai utilisées 4 ou 5 fois pour courir et aussi lors d’une sortie en randonnée avec pas mal de dénivelé. Ce qui m’inquiétait, c’était de me faire mal en attaquant trop fort avec le talon mais je me suis rendu compte qu’en faisant de petits pas, mon pied tombait plus ou moins à plat quand je courrais. Donc aucune douleur au talon. Par contre j’ai bien ressenti que tous mes muscles travaillaient différemment. Ou qu’ils travaillaient tout court si vous préférez. Notamment au niveau des chevilles et des mollets. En randonnée j’ai ressenti ce qui est décrit dans la vidéo. À savoir le pied qui « bouge » un peu dans la chaussure. Mais c’est quelque chose qui s’est réglé en resserrant les lacets ! Oui, tout simplement.

Au final l’expérience avec ces Saguaro est extrêmement positive

Alors je ne suis pas persuadé qu’elle soient d’une résistance remarquable, l’avenir nous le dira, ni même qu’elles soient tout aussi confortables en hiver. Mais pour un test, c’est convaincant. Je suis tellement convaincu que j’ai commandé une autre paire de chaussures minimalistes pour un usage journalier cette fois. Chez Groundies, si jamais cela vous intéresse.

[aistobascistod]

Over : Feelin' Groovy :: Under : Feelin' Groundy

[illegiblehandwriting1]

yknow what, fuck it. I've decided that the Minish speak French for no reason other than the fact that Laavi's name would sound like la vie, meaning "the life." and it would be intentional and there would be symbolism in that and you guys have absolutely no clue and might cry about it later.

lol

[buttfrovski]

i know the south park main 4 are the most fucking evil and vile groundies players known to any playground ever

[marystaceylala]

Mary Stacey Laura

Patient 17

Psychward entry: 02/14/24

discharge: 02/21/24

[mully-dolly]

Me seeing an avid Monaca Hater and deciding to look at their interests only to find a buttfuck ton of Nagisa Shota Porn

[introspect-la]

GROUNDY SS24 WOOL POLYESTER GABARDINE TWO BUTTONS JACKET

[12-with-a-job]

curious how a grasser can disguise as a bug

[nosui]

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[k-hippie]

K-505 LIFE & DEATH - WELCOME TO RAVENWOOD

So, you made your k-505 basegame update ? ( see previous post ) Excellent ! And you already downloaded k-303 and k-606 updated just for you ? ( see previous post ) Great ! Now, let's talk about the new expansion terrains and urban k-505 mod for Life & Death :)

Welcome to Ravenwood, where life and the afterlife hang out together. This little town might look all quaint and charming. Now, whether you’re living with ghosts, working under the Grim Reaper itself, or just hanging around for the vibes, Ravenwood is ready to accommodate. We’re really hoping you’re here for more than just those haunted trees, though—because frankly, they’re as weird as they are creepy …

Ramparts and flower bushes, trees and paved streets. As usual, we did our best to make this little place better. With or without the Grim Reaper's approval. Hell, we just revamped the place and left as soon as we could :D

Even we know there will be tiny updates to do in the coming weeks, we tried to bring a bit of depth. This place is now beautiful and no Lord Vampire ( hello Vlad ! ) no Death and no ghost ( tree or cowplant ) can argue against it and claim a refund ( ha! talk about a loophole ) because once you see Ravenwood with this k-505 overhaul, there's no going back ... :D You are warned !

We brought ramparts that look like they’ve survived a thousand hauntings, lush flower bushes that’d make any ghost jealous, and revamped the streets with cobblestones just begging to be strolled by mysterious figures at midnight ;)

With the Grim Reaper’s silent nod ( or maybe just his lack of objection ), we’ve given the place a full facelift��adding textures and details that even Vlad might have to admit are an improvement.

Now, between haunted trees, ghostly cowplants, and whatever else wanders these streets at night, Ravenwood has the polished but spooky glow it deserves. And hey, if any ghouls want a refund, they’ll have to take it up with Grim itself ( because yes : we have some agreement indeed ) :D

Are you ready to get a deeper and immersive gameplay ?

PLEASE, do not forget : delete the existing K-505 BASEGAME files and replace them with the ones ( dated as 11112024 ) provided in the previous post. Do not panic, the grassy and groundy parts are still dated 08082024 because untouched since this date :)

As usually, have fun ! xoxo everyone :)

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[generalsdiary]

remember this message from aventurine?

yeah, so I wrote that scene.

To Aventurine's luck, he was rescued from the Nihility, the end, by a knight of Beauty. How lucky… He lives to see another day. Another assignment, another project, another trip which will all get blurred in a haze, memories merging together like melted crayons his mind too blurry if he ever even tried to recall.

A single drop of water slithered down his back under his satin shirt. His face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, trembling, hands shaking with terror mirrored in his wide open eyes. The hill of his throat bopping as he gasps for air. The sheets felt too heavy, too warm, too suffocating. Another night he woke up drenched in sweat. Another nightmare where the air left his lungs, he was alone, they weren’t there, no peace of death, no calm embrace of sins forgiven and a new life beginning. The air scratched against his throat, rose thorns dragging along the sides of his windpipe poisoning his vocal cords, his words dying there before they could be vocalized in yelps, wails, or even pleadings. His chest rises and falls down in weak attempts to make his heart calm down, to stop it from jumping out of his chest and making him less of a human than he already thinks he is. Red crescent moons scattered inside his palms are sending aching pain to his nerve’s ends, he stares forward, he doesn’t pay them much mind- he cannot, the pain could ground him but he is too out of it. out of his mind, out of his body, desperately clutching onto the sheets, the branches of this existence, of this reality. Palms sweaty with the ending of the nightmare still trapped in his tense hands, the bitter taste on his tongue the flavor of nihility. The eyes that glow in the dark, that he would’ve sold in his past if it got him something… money? freedom? If such a thing even exists. Those same eyes like boiling water overflowing and, with salt and regret fall down the hills of his cheeks. He cannot control them, the tears, it is his body’s weak attempt at regulating his emotions. He has been running, every gamble, every manipulation, every flashy smile… it is him running from his past and back to it. his legs would give out underneath him if he was standing, knees too weak, feet too swollen, burning him up from inside. Settling more in the now, he feels the guilt dripping off his teeth, snake toxin that colors each of his smiles and paints his every pretty praise… did he truly do it just to see his family once more? throwing it all away for that… what would they think of him provoking an emanator, throwing this precious life away for the ones who have passed on? anger. White, hot anger, he regrets it. they wouldn’t- he never should’ve done it. they would want their little boy to persevere. to continue on. to stop gambling his own life. what is he worth if he won’t wager that of which has little matter to him? what blatant lies… the one who does not care for his life doesn’t clutch his chips in his hand for dear life. sadness. The ends of his hair stick to the back of his neck like ropes and chains that once bound him. or perhaps strings with which he is controlled. No one controls him. or perhaps this… glamourous, extravagant persona of Aventurine does. He needs to make a change. Cut the strings, control his own body, his choices, he can do better, he will do better… maybe he will dare to want to do better… in regards to himself. the various nightmares that keep his nights restless and his body frail keep coming, he exhales a heavy breath hoping, praying, that this is the last one. that this never-ending torment will end. Now his back aches from sitting up like so, or is it the weight of his job and his curse the ones which make it bend so? He has betrayed himself every day. putting the flamboyant clothes on and wearing it like a clown suit, parading around… except if someone gets close enough and sees the little Kakavasha hidden deep, far inside.

Sheets rustle behind him, grounding him even more in the present, anchoring him further in his body and out of the darkness of his dreams. “another one?” the baritone voice quietly asks, strong arms embracing his torso and his hand clutched onto them for… dear life. a hand presses against his damp forehead, seemingly checking his temperature. The thick, swallowing, dooming silence now cut with breathing of another that came to his awareness. Another set of ribs expanding and contracting against his own. A heart beating, pumping blood in rhythm with his. “I will draw us a bath.” The arms threaten to move away, and Aventurine grips them tightly refusing to let go, he turns back facing the man his eyes pleading, begging him to not go. “Veritas…” the man’s eyelashes flutter a few times before the indigo hair moves with a nod. “I’m here, Kakavasha. Right here. We will go together.”

[vodrae]

In the batcave, his gym, Bludhaven, Titans'Tower, Dick is constantly training heavyweights.

Curls, squats, bench press, back row, dips, tractions, push ups, everything is heavy.

"Clark !"

Superman is here in a second, asking if he's in troubles.

Dick wants to do armwrestling. Clark's arm moves half an inch.

He's ready.

Back at the cave, on the trapeze, Dick is catching the other Bats and Birds.

Cass: :)))))))

Tim: Wheeee

Steph: Yahoooo

Damian : ....Yeeeeah !

Duke: Awesooommme

Barbara: I'm flying Jack !

Dick : You too little wing.

Jason: Not interested.

Dick : You. Too.

Jason jumps ! The ground looks hella groundy.

Dick grabs him, his hands like hydraulic press, all veins outside.

Jason: WAZAAAAAAAA !

Dick smiles. He didn't make fly his baby brother for too long.

Linkin Park - What I've done in the back. Credits.

[illegiblehandwriting1]

ok ok ok ok OK I SWEAR TO GOD. I PROMISE THIS WILL BE THE LAST FOREST. FOR A LONG TIME. just. holy shit they've been in so many forests. I GREW UP SURROUNDED BY TREES OK IT'S MY NATURAL HABITAT. JUST BE PATIENT AND LET THEM BE IN THIS FOREST. IT'S A DIFFERENT FOREST FROM THE PAST FEW FORESTS. DOES THAT MAKE IT BETTER. this has been a psa

[art-of-tek]

The one who is wolf but doesn't know.

[ID: A digital drawing of a light tan wolfdog standing on a rocky groundy with hills in the background. She has a determined expression and flying in the pink-blue morning sky above her is a black raven with red eyes. End ID.]

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.24

Genre: Drama, Angst

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

OSAMU STANDS HIS GROUND

Y/n felt her heart rate increase as she took in the sight of Himiko’s grandmother. “Mimi, what are you doing here?” Himiko simpered, fluttering her lashes at the older woman. “Don’t give me that bullshit Himiko. I heard everything you were spittin just now. Always knew you were a little bratty shit.” The old woman hissed, stepping further into the restaurant. Looking over at Y/n, Himiko’s Mimi smiled. “Come here sweet girl.” She called, ushering the woman over. Y/n made her way over, pulling the old woman into the tightest hug she could muster. “God, It’s been a while Mimi.” She laughed, her eyes watery. “It sure has. I hear ya been busy, makin a life here in the big city.” Y/n nodded against the woman’s shoulder as Osamu’s mother gave her a friendly squeeze on her arm. 

“After ya called me, I had to go get Mimi and bring her here. There’s no way I’m lettin that witch, her parents, or your shitty parents ruin all the hard work the two of ya been puttin in here.” Osamu’s mother stated, glaring at the other occupants in the restaurant. Mimi let go of Y/n, and motioned for Osamu to make his way over. “It’s nice to meet you Osamu, I’m that wretched girls grandmother. Y/n’s Nana was my best friend.” She informed, as Osamu bowed. “No need for that. You’ll be my grandson-in-law someday if I have anythin to say about it.” She teased as Y/n let out a noise. “Mimi! You’re just as bad as Nana.” The woman scoffed shaking her head. For the first time all morning, Osamu smiled. “Can I get ya anythin to drink while we wait for the police?” He whispered, leaning down so he could hear her better. “How bout some tea and a plate of your best Onigiri. Throw some dumplings in there too sweet boy.” She stated, giving his cheek a pat. “You idiots find a chair and park your asses.” She bellowed, causing the other adults in the room to shudder. “We’re dealing with this dirty laundry now.”

Himiko’s grandmother drank her tea and munched on her food. Humming and complimenting Osamu between every bite. Himiko, her parents, and Y/n’s parents were nervous. Y/n’s parents wanted her to quit this silly dream she had wanting to work in the food industry. They felt that it was beneath them and they had prepared her to take over. Himiko’s parents spoiled their daughter too much, and had no qualms with setting up their future son-in-law with a job they felt was more fitting of his future station. Himiko was just a selfish bitch that wanted to see Y/n suffer. Unfortunately for the group of them, Himiko’s Mimi was no fool. Finishing off her tea, the matriarch of Himiko’s family sighed, deeply. “When Y/n’s Nana died, I promised her I’d look after Y/n.” She began, leaning back in her chair. “I did the best I could, trying to be fair between the two of you.” She stated, glaring at Himiko. “And it is absolutely disgusting that you would steal her confession and take it for yourself.” She hissed, causing Himiko to shrink into her seat. “It was a long time ago Mimi.” The woman whispered, her voice small. “You say that like it wasn’t a big deal, and I’d believe ya, if I knew ya really loved him.” Her Mimi scoffed, rolling her eyes. “She does love him!” Himiko’s mother sniffed, causing her mother-in-law to snort. “We all know it’s bullshit. She’s just a selfish brat that’s treatin this poor boy like he’s just a piece of property and not a person.” 

Glaring at Y/n’s parents, Mimi hissed. “And the two of you ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Getting involved in Himiko’s scheme. Against your own daughter no less!” She shouted, shaking her fist. Y/n reached out to settle the woman, worried she might hurt herself. “She wasn’t meant to work in a hovel like this.” Her father sniffed, causing Y/n to roll her eyes. “This isn’t just some fucking hovel.” Osamu hissed, slamming his hand on the table. “This is my place of fuckin business. This is my fuckin dream, and if it wasn’t for Y/n, I don’t know where it would be no thanks to ya no good fuckin daughter.” Osamu glared, as Y/n’s parents shrinked back. “Ya have no fuckin idea just how smart ya daughter is. How amazin she is and how much this place has come alive with all her fuckin help.” Y/n’s parents had always pushed their daughter to follow in their families footsteps. They never understand why her grandmother was adamant to teach the girl how to cook. “She was meant to run the family business.” Her father snarled, standing up to Osamu. “I’ll let that business burn to the fucking ground.” Y/n scoffed rolling her eyes. “I don’t fuckin want it. I never fuckin wanted it, so quit trying to force me to do it.” The police had finally arrived, and Y/n sighed in relief. “I’m done havin this conversation. I’m not dealin with the business anymore, so the two of ya can take your asses home and fuck off.” Y/n’s parents were going to argue, but Himoko’s Mimi gave them a glare. “Don’t even think about it. You two are in a shit load of trouble.” Osamu was going to say something to Y/n, but she was already making her way toward the door.

“Take care of this.” Atsumu grumbled, patting his brother’s shoulder. “When she’s ready, I’ll let ya know.” It’s not what Osamu wanted to hear, but if it’s what Y/n needed, he would respect it.

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[areolous]

I know some people have different feelings about Josh's speech to Buck. But I liked it first off because I have heard this exact sentiment before and second of all I think Buck was being a little homophobic/ moral high groundy about what Tommy did when he was in the closet.