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You start getting more adjusted and you start getting fitter and all of a sudden the roads start to flatten out on some of these things (hills) you thought were mountains before.

Desi Davilla Linden (via thirtytwohundred)
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Why do African athletes (seem to) excel at running sports?

Firstly, most of the African runners you see are from three regions: Nandi, in Kenya, and Arsi and Shewa in Ethiopia, near the Rift Valley. These are high altitude places, which has lead to some thought that there might be a genetic predisposition to being better at endurance sports in these peoples - lower oxygen levels meaning higher red blood cell count and all that.

Genes and diet have both been considered but there isn’t a lot of evidence to support it as a theory.

East African runners tend to use less energy than caucasians, and the explanation generally given is that they carry less weight on their feet and ankles due to body shape.

Training is also apparently different in East Africa - a sort of quality over quantity approach. There is also the fact that 50-70% of East African elite athletes ran long distances to get to school every day as children.

The influence of biology is hotly debated, but it’s clear that the stereotype is self-perpetuating and that an endurance running culture (and therefore infrastructure, coaching programmes, etc) might form and lead to future success.

/u/nwob

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A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
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  • Anonymouswhats a healthy way to exercise during recovery??????
  • ed-free-maggie
    1. Vigorously write a note to yourself. Write down how your eyes light up when you talk about something you love. Write about how brave you are for entering recovery and trusting your team.
    2. Stretch to put on clothes that make you feel comfy and happy.
    3. Walk to the kitchen to eat things that are not only necessary, but taste good. Then reach for the computer to watch some excellent Netflix.
    4. Do several reps of paintings or writings or drawings about things you love and what you want for your future.
    5. Repeat to yourself what an amazing being you are and thank your body for holding and nourishing your beautiful soul.

    Congratulations. You have now exercised self love, the healthiest way to exercise during recovery. Now repeat daily for a chance at the life and happiness you truly deserve. 

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