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I AM SO FUCKING FAT!!!
I am gonna gymmax bros
I meet cut maxing and running
I have been having one mentality
Walk 40 km with protein shake.
That didnt work
Then I tried just training daily, but I fee no difference….
Carbs go in and calories dont go out, but without carbs I also feel frigid.
Me, running from my responsibilities, education, socializing necessities, friend problems, school mayhem and overall life be like:
Someone help me, I’m sad ;_>
Help jalal and my family 🚑🚨🇵🇸
To the warm hearted people remaining in this world who reads this my letter , and after suffering to be able to place this letter in your hands...
Hello my friend,
I am Jalal Ayyad, a Palestinian from Gaza, stuck in the Arab Republic of Egypt due to the war that followed the Gaza Strip.
There is my whole family in Gaza (My warm refuge that circumstances prevented us from) ..14 members , my mother, my brothers, my 4 sisters and their children , my 2 nephews and their mother . They are at risk at any time due to heavy bombing, and they also suffer from the difficulty of providing food and drink due to the scarcity of food resources resulting from the siege.
Even if these foodstuffs are available, they cannot buy them due to the extreme rise in prices. As you know, we have children as young as 4 years old, and it is natural for the child to have better care and protection from this terror, psychological pressure, and constant anxiety.
My family, who are now sheltering in a simple tent in the refugee camps in the centre of Gaza Strip , after they were displaced from our warm home, which was bombed and its traces and memories were erased from our neighborhood, Al-Shujaiya neighborhood in northern Gaza. After that, my family’s repeated displacements continued due to the horror and horrible events, from the north to the center, then to Khan Yunis, then to Rafah and now to the centre of Gaza Strip .. The areas of bombing and danger.. The forced displacement scenario is still ongoing, so where do people go ?!!! There is no safe place here that will protect my family and children from this horror.
Tim, my 5-year-old nephew, was so excited to go to school for the first time. He was eagerly waiting for this day, dreaming of playing with his friends and learning a lot of new things. But, as he was preparing for this important day, w:a,.r came and turned his life upside down.
Suddenly, everything changed. Tim can no longer go to school due to the difficult conditions left by the war. He found himself and his family living in an unsafe and turbulent environment...from a warm and safe home in the arms of his family and loved ones to a tent in the middle of this hot summer and the sounds of war that terrify him at night..
Despite this continues terror, Tim was exposed to the disease of jaundice, yellow eyes, laziness, sleeping a lot, loss of appetite and high body temperature..Because of the w.,a.r, there is difficulty in obtaining medicine, food, and drink for this disease. Despite all this, Tim remained determined to maintain his hope and courage despite the difficult circumstances he faces.
With your kind help, I hope that we will achieve Tim’s wish, which he dreams of so much.
I have been stuck in Egypt now for 9 months since the heinous war, amidst anxiety, fear, anticipation, and intense psychological pressure that no human being can bear. I lost my degree and my university was destroyed and turned into ashes. I have nothing I can do to save my family, relieve them, and pull them out of this horror. I do not even have a residence permit here nor a source of income that I can rely on.
I cannot get any news about my family to reassure my heart about them except only once a month and for a few minutes, interspersed with poor Internet connection, in light of the events whose scales change and increase in severity every minute.
I hope that every person who reads this message can influence my family's life and save them from this tragedy.
With your kind help, I will be able to provide them with food and drink expenses and meet their needs.
I am attaching for you some proof, represented by some pictures taken with a trembling heart of our neighborhood and our destroyed homes, which were taken at the beginning of the war, before the displacement and the entry of the occupation into it.
Thank you, dear reader, for reading my story and reaching this point. I hope you can help save my family from this tragedy. May God help all those affected, and I hope that no one will go through or experience this disastrous situation. Thank you all from depths of my heart .
Save my family from war, I have no hope but your help..
My family needs you, don't forget them
Donate and spread🙏🏻💔
man i love running so much, its just so much fun😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
My part of an art trade, the character belongs to an artist in insta, this is her cheetah character Autumn.
Because of how muh work I have I have to overdue this for some months.
So fun fact when I was a kid my mom decided I wasn’t active enough. So she bought me absurdly expensive running shoes I did not ask for, dragged me out in the below freezing east coast weather, and started me on this “couch potato to 5k” challenge.
Every day after school, we ran. First it was 5 minutes a day, then 7, then 10… you get the gist. I think after 2 months we were running about an hour every day. By the time I quit running when I was 10, my mom and I had run 3 5ks together over the span of a little over a year.
A little after stopped running, I noticed some pain in my right knee. It got a little bit worse, and a little bit worse, and a little bit worse… and then five years later, when it had gotten to the point where I couldn’t pay attention in geography class because I was in constant pain from having to sit all day, I finally went to the doctor.
They told me the cartilage under my kneecap was worn down from overuse. It’s called chondromalacia patellae—also known as “runners knee.”
The thing is: When we were in races, and I was overwhelmed, I told my mom I wanted to stop. I told her I was in pain and I needed to slow down. I told her I didn’t like running.
And you know what she said to me?
“Suck it up.”
And I’m not saying “don’t tell your kids to exercise.” Your kids SHOULD exercise—not because of any bullshit weight reason or anything, but because they’re kids, and it’s good for them. Good for their bones, or whatever.
And I’m not saying “don’t exercise WITH your kids” either, because again, they should be exercising a little. And if you being there helps them stay motivated, that’s great.
What I am saying is: Listen to your kids. Trust that they know their own limits better than you do. Even if you think that they’re being over dramatic, or whiny, or whatever—don’t take the chance.
I’m 20 years old now. My knee still hurts. I have a whole suite of other, unrelated chronic conditions that would be improved if I exercised more. And I try to, I really do. But it’s kind of hard to do squats when just one makes your knee feel like it’s on fire for the rest of the week.
Listen. To. Your. Kids.
I am so proud of myself. This is the cleanest running animation I’ve done yet.
So many hobbies, so little time. 📷✒️🏃🏾♀️ Jk, I’m just too lazy. 😋😋😋#photography #polaroid #scrapbooking #calligraphy #running #trackandfield
I love the wind bringing me along with it was my feet and legs work together with my arms, turning over at a rate so fast it acts as my own heart beat. Pain that will only last for at least 20 minutes welcomes me in a strong embrace that I will kindly welcome, leaving the door open as long as it will come and go. I work for that pain so I can receive the pride of winning personal battles. Personal records will always come and go, but running will always be my one true love. For it works with my whole body, it tells me that it loves me, giving good days with good runs. Others I will get scolded for even trying to put on spikes that many other great runners have worn before, because my time is not now and will not happen. I must be ready to achieve the level of greatness that my love wants for me. My love makes me a lion, a hunter, but also a gazelle, gracefully adapted to what I know to do. My first love will give me gifts, perseverance and stamina to complete my goals, because he only wants the best for me. But he will also make my days difficult and proud. Giving me reason to continue going ahead. To continue to love him.
Why I run
🙄💭I think I can see some left on the top shelf, but might be a bit too high for me....🙂 " OH, YES I DO ACTUALLY NEED HELP, THAT'S VERY KIND FOR YOU TO OFFER... yes I can't really reach the top... "
.... five minutes later ....
🥵😵💫🍑👅👀🐩 " ... How about the next one along? Hmmm not sure, what about the nnnNN(🫢😬GHH💦....🤤....😶😖😞)ext one err, Yes I'm fine, sorry I've just realised I didn't bring my card... bye.. " 😩
Walmart employee
No Way - I'm Irish
A paralegal I know was working through a stack of medical records. There was a section for types of exercise. One of the exercise categories was "Run."
The answer provided by the patient appeared to say, "No Way, I'm Irish."
Upon closer examination the entry was in fact, "No Way, I wish."
Rasta Girl
While running the other night I met a woman with long dread locks that I've seen working out and at races throughout the year. She keeps them pulled back with a bandanna. She also seems to run to the beat of her own drummer, which is cool. She had been kicking my ass, but on this occasion, I caught and passed her. I figured she must have raced or run long the day before and was just doing a recovery run. Having lived in the Caribbean for 2 and 1/2 years, I was into the dreads. When I passed her I wanted to say, "Hey, Natty Dread" but you never know how folks will react.
Anyway, we met when she caught up to where I was cooling down. I told her about liking the locks and nearly calling her Natty Dread. As she ran off in her tie-dyed Bob Marley T-shirt she said, "If you forget my name, Natty Dread will do."
You've got to like that attitude.
During all this quarantine and social distancing. I still make time to get out and run in the early mornings before work.
Just finished 16 weeks of Marathon Training. Completed a Marathon and qualified for the Boston Marathon 2021
8 miles yesterday and another 8 miles of running today. Very glad friday is here and the California weather was a bit more forgiving today. Enjoy the weekend everyone 😁
Been a while since my last post. Very busy with work and running. Ran 11 miles this morning in preparation for another half marathon.
7 1/2 miles of early running. Time to get ready for work. Happy Friday
