“When you say you are ‘slow,’ do you mean compared to the 93% of people who can’t run a mile without stopping, or the majority of Americans who never exercise?” We asked a runner this question at a recent race expo. She was trying to convince us that she was a “slow runner” and we were…
Wow, this reminds me of a few landings in Chicago - 3 times in 8 years the pilot took a missed approach like the second plane in this video…
Never take the pilot’s skills for granted!
shiiiiit
I fly a lot, a lot, and nothing like this has ever happened.
(I’m flying 4 times next week I’ve totally jinxed myself)
Yay! Almost at the 60,000 signatures goal!!!
Meet Vixey.
She was rescued as a puppy from a fur farm. If she’d stayed there, like millions of other foxes, she would have been anally or vaginally electrocuted to become part of a fur coat for companies like INTERMIX.
Fur-bearing animals, like foxes, are no different from the dogs & cats we live with and love. If we don’t stop their slaughter, no one will.
On behalf of Vixey, please sign and share our INTERMIX fur-free petition.
Even Beluga whales know what love is…silly Elmo.
If this is from the Vancouver Aquarium, my wife and I have kissed the same Beluga. I love whales the most.
…Do the Presbyterians think Rocks are animals?
ALL ROCKS GO TO HEAVEN
CONVERTING TO CATHOLICISM DOES NOT MAGICALLY GRANT YOUR DOG A SOUL.
WOW. EPIC CATHOLIC WIN.
I LOVE THIS.
(Source: XO)
Just another reason I love my friends.
Runner’s World is catching a little social media fire from people offended after they posted a link to an US Weekly article with the headline “K-Fat’s back” about Kevin Federline going for a recent run with no shirt on. (They have since apologized)
While I typically err on the side of not getting my feelings hurt or being offended (if people say mean things, that’s their problem, not mine) and have no passionate opinion of their posting, it brings up an interesting point.
One of the things I dealt with when first starting to work out was the irrational fear that with every glorious step and inevitable jiggly flop of my body, people were judging and ridiculing me. And it’s not just me. I get the same message from people daily. We’re already insecure about our bodies and for the most part we’re staying inside—it’s only going to be worse once we get out in public.
But—and I’ve said it before—I’ve found that it’s nearly 100% in our heads. I’ve been running for three years and only been yelled at once, maybe twice and only once was it to remind me that I’m fat. One out of 500 or so runs? 0.2%? I’ll take those odds every time.
No, for the most part, people are supportive, and excited for you. They’ll cheer you on. They’ll be there at the finish line. They’ll celebrate your victories. They’ll help pick you up when you’re down. Because that’s what we do for each other.
Maybe Runner’s World shouldn’t have linked an article to a sensationalistic tabloid headline, but I promise you: no one’s out there to make fun of you or humiliate you for trying to get control of your life. And if they are? That’s their own fault. You’re already that much better than them.
Go run.
And let your freak flag fly.
—A friend of mine wrote this. It describes so perfectly how I feel right now about Chicago, LOC, well, everything really. Being here, I get into what my husband calls “toxic nostalgia”. It’s hard not to exist a bit in the past when every corner of this city reminds me of a moment long gone. Places we leave move on without us. Chicago has moved on. LOC is moving on. I need to move on.
