I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself.

Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via mirroir)

I haven’t fallen but I can’t get down.

I had a police jury meeting after work tonight and got home too late to walk. Instead of running from zoms, I took the stairs at the courthouse and threw in a quick exercise ladder when I got home.

This taught me two things:

1: Four flights of stairs make my calves burn more than a mile run or a four mile walk.

2: My cat thinks I’m pathetic. While I was doing pushups, she kept walking under my chest and arching her back to help me up.

The Runner 5’s

run-like-a-zombie:

Here are all the #stayaliveoctober zombie runners! Give them a follow and cheer them on – remember, they are putting their life at stake to keep YOU safe during the zombie apocalypse!

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First name is tumblr nick, second is their ZombieLink:

My zombielink is Drakhan.

The Runner 5’s

astronomifier:

rachelhaimowitz:

obsessionisaperfume:

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

queensimia:

palavenblues:

holy shit there is a name for it

Well damn. Explains a lot.

Suddenly I understand some of my fan base a LOT better.  That is Awesome. 

“holy shit there is a name for it” was my reaction before I even scrolled down to the comments.

I just need to keep reblogging this because I cannot even begin to tell you how profound a feeling of YES and THIS and THERE IS A WORD FOR ME OMG I get every time I see this, and I hope it helps others too.

seriously, anytime you see a post with a comment saying “theres a name for it?!” reblog that post because even if it doesnt apply to you any of your followers could be waiting for that revelation.

illustratedkate:

my cat thinks he’s my workout buddy but he’s actually killing me

#stayaliveoctober Introduction

I’m old. I’m slow. But I’m going to survive.

My name’s Darryl. I’m a 50-year-old Louisiana native and I try to do at least a 5k a day, which normally takes about an hour. My goal for the month is to walk/jog/run at least 5k (3.6 miles) every day. That usually takes me around an hour. I’m hoping to get that up to 10k on Wednesdays and weekends because those are the days I’ve got more time to fight zombies.

My personal choice of weapon for fighting zombies is a something along the lines of a German hirschfanger, Russian kindjal or nordic shortsword. Essentially, a stabbing blade that’s somewhere between a long knife and a short sword.

I’ve gotten serious about getting fit because I turned 50 in June and realized I had already screwed up my original retirement plan of dying young. So, now I’m just trying to stay mobile in my old age.