I love the gym. I love lifting weights, and I love cross training. But I love trail running most of all, so I try to adapt everything I possibly can in the gym to translate to trail running. For example, instead of standard glute Bridges, make them single leg, AND do them on a Bosu ball. In addition to strengthening your glutes, hamstrings, and hip mobility, the addition of the Bosu now challenges lower leg and ankle strength, as well as stability through proprioception. In other words: fall prevention.
Give it a try!
***** Ne crains surtout pas d'être toi-même quand certains y voient faiblesse*****
Dur d'approcher ces jars, il a fallut feinter... On descend un peu la visière et à quelque chose près, je ressemble à une jolie oie avec un beau rouge à bec bleu...
J'bablatte, j'bablatte, et ça n'avance pas... Ou presque pas finalement.
Toujours mon souci de réveil, j'suis parti un peu tard. Mais bonne nouvelle, la séance est réussite. Il en fallait pas plus.
Ah bah si... Tout de même... C'était une séance au seuil avec 4 répétitions de 2,3km presque... À bonne allure... Et c'est vraiment bien passé, j'suis content...
Ce soir testing Garmin @sobhisportchartres ça pouvait pas tomber mieux, la mienne galère de plus en plus... On va voir c'que va me conseiller le monsieur... 😉
Ciao les amis, bonne fin de journée
🤘😝Apretar, apretar y más apretar!😝🤘
🧐Hace ya tiempo que empecé a entrenar por eso valoro cada paso, cada vez está más cerca mi mejor versión. La versión que se enfrentará al reto del año
Cuando empecé a correr apenas podía alcanzar los 7-8 kilómetros en una hora🐢
Ayer conseguí por primera vez meter 5k en 21'34" y hoy los intervalos no salieron mal del todo... Metiendo 5' a ritmos en torno a 4' el kilómetro🏃💨
🤔Viendo esto como no voy a querer seguir?
🔥🦍Seguimos ¡A FUEGO!🐏🔥
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Sista äventyret för den här gången.⛰🏞💚 Hade svårt att somna i går kväll, tog därför lite sovmorgon idag, så jag kom iväg ut rätt sent. Tyvärr alldeles för mycket folk ute, enligt mig. Men det är bara att gilla läget.🙂 Hittade på en liten egen fjällrunda idag, man måste ju inte göra som alla andra.😉 Jag sprang från stugan ner för backen och uppför nästa backe så jag kom till Gammelgården. Där tog jag sommarleden ända upp och ner till Storfjällsgraven. Hittade också en av de få bäckar som det faktiskt rinner vatten i, på vägen dit. 💦 Har aldrig varit i Storfjällsgraven förut. Häftigt ställe!👌👍😍 Inget jag rekommenderar om du inte kan lyfta på fötter och ben.👣 Mycket sten! Sen fortsatte jag på den ”rivna leden”. Men den är så väl upptrampad att det inte går att komma vilse. Kom så fram till Hemfjällstugan och sen leden upp på Hemfjället, ner till Stensjön, bort till Snögubben och sen vidare ner till stugan. En runda på 15 km, 314 hm och det tog 2 tim och 40 min inkl alla stopp för att njuta av vår fina och fantastiska natur och vyer. Och för att fota, förstås.📷 Filmen nr 8, så ser man spängerna som går ner till Hemfjällstangen. Solen skulle lysa endast med sin frånvaro idag enl väderrapporterna. Jo, tjena!☀️🔥🌤🌡Men ändå inte +30C idag, termometern visade +26C när jag kom tillbaka till stugan.🏡 🏃♀️
Almost there, and so ready to be done.
The volunteers at stop 9 were fantastic and left feeling good with a strong sugary tea and a handful of watermelon
That last few Ks were all downhill but by now this was worse than uphill because my knees had given up the ghost and my shoe was catching on the trail all the way. My watch was ahead as well so I looked at my watch which said 95.7k but then I saw the 94k sign I was gutted.
I grouped up with some others in a final push, partly because I was paranoid my headlamp batteries were on the blink and we ate up the last few Ks in a train, chatting and encouraging ourselves to keep pushing.
Eventually I got to the stones, covered in gaudy Christmas lights (whaaat) but did appreciate that the bells on the nearby church struck midnight as I touched the stones, pretty cool.
I had a burst of energy now. I was almost there. I watched my Garmin click over to 100k and got a chill thinking how much of a rare and special thing this was. I put ACDC on full blast on my phone and I powered over the line
I celebrated with a half pint and a couple of chips, my body still in shock and not wanting to accept anything much more than that.
Cradling my medal I was so glad it was over.
Also @racetothestones no goodie bag? I ran 100k and you don't have no goody bags or t shirts to mark the finish? That kinda sucked
For those who haven't seen ape hanger here it is. You get in the water, climb up the rope and then go across those moving monkey bars. If you're like me, you climb the rope and just chill for a sec to catch your breath and apparently smile because you know the finish line is about a mile away with buckets, tires, rope climb, etc. Happiest of hump days to y'all! #ocrbyjennifer#spartanpalmerton#ultratraining
Felt amazing on last night's run! Everything just clicked despite the heat and insane humidity
6 374 hours ago
Time. That’s what life comes down to. What we do with it and who we spend it with...matters. Right now if you’re like me, it’s an asset that seems bountiful. I don’t often count minutes or hours or even days. I just live them. However, there are days of our lives where we seem to never have enough time and those are the ones that we need to pay attention to. Time is valuable but do we really, fully understand that? Is what you’re doing worthy of your time? I ask this because I ran another DNF a few weeks ago at Limberlost. I knew I wasn’t trained but still felt it was worth 8 hours of my time to run it. I didn’t put the training time in but felt I was able to reap the rewards. And I did. Just not the rewards I’m used to. It was a lesson in time. A lesson in time as a currency of life.
Picture is from The Limberlost Challenge photographer. I will update when they post their name ❤️
1 704 hours ago
Soon I started moving a little better. I could run in short bursts and took advantage of running downhills, but still with bad stomach cramp. I started seeing the funny side of the day, helped by there typically being a photographer waiting at the top of a massive hill. Thanks @racetothestones for that.
I sprayed my hip and knee with deep freeze spray at 8, tried a flapjack that I couldn't get through and cracked on. Nearly there, all I have to do is keep moving forward. Quitting wasn't an option.
A couple of phone calls from my wife and messages from my support team kept me going. A beautiful sunset improved my mood and for the first time I was a little excited about going into the dark, having wanted to have this done by 10pm originally.
I was starting to get a bit angry, and channelled that into moving forward. My Hokas had started to come apart and that made me angry.
Also to the guy who told me at 84k we were
Climbing the last hill of the day, thanks. Must've been like 20 more after that and I cursed him on each one.
I rolled into 9 feeling determined.
5 374 hours ago
At 55k it became a grind. My knee, which went at about 40k at Runstock went again. I got it strapped up but was reduced to a trudge. My mind went into a dark place and I couldn't keep my head up, even for the event photographer.
At this point I had heatstroke and I was having a hard time focusing. I had major stomach cramps and hadn't eaten more than 4 or 5 slices of watermelon. I limped into stop 6 and refilled, filling one of my bottles with coke to try and settle my stomach.
I left pit stop 6 feeling like shit. A mile or two later the pain in my foot became sharp and unbearable. I had to stop and sort out my blisters. Limping on after a 10 minute stop I knew my plan B, and my Plan C were out the window. The mission now was to finish the damn thing. Soon I was completely alone and feeling terrible, I started throwing up.
1 304 hours ago
Counting down single digit days until Hasina, Zeinab, and I leave for the Gobi March 250km ultra is making me nostalgic for those early days of running with these two.
Days when we didn’t know any safe running locations, but still tried to go for runs in small house gardens anyways.
Two years later, these incredibly brave, gracious, STRONG female leaders are risking it all for the opportunity to run 250km in the Gobi Desert. .
Five months of training and a heck of a lot of blood, sweat, and tears went into getting them to this point, but only with your help can we get them all the way there.
If you support women’s rights, and believe that any female should be able to walk outside her door without fear of being verbally or even physically abused for it, then please check out our @crowdrise page (link in bio to campaign and full video) and consider donating. Every amount counts, and helps show Afghanistan and the world just what females are capable of accomplishing.
Are you winning today? 🌟 .
If you’ve turned up, if you’ve tried, you’re winning. Doesn’t matter if your run doesn’t go quite as planned, if you’ve struggled, even if it was the worst run since that worst run last week 🤷🏼♀️
My tempo run was cut short today, I struggled with it. 2 miles warm up, 4 Miles tempo done. Not 5. Still a run, still an effort, and still beating the voice inside my head which said to skip it completely 🙌🏼