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If there's something strange In your English manor Who you gonna call? Podcasters! This week’s episode is a co-production between History, Bitches and the Renaissance English History podcast. So, grab a blanket and flashlight because it’s about to get spooky. Tune-in as co-host Heather and I talk about Anne Boleyn’s headless specter, the tortured spirit of Lady Jane Grey, and lots more!
Tansiyonu yüksek, yaşattığı duygu seli ağır mı ağır, delicesine akıyor hayat. Üstelik sürekli pençeler atıyor, kanata kanata geçiyor üzerimizden!. Bir yanda, ateşin düştüğü ocaklarda kıyametler kopuyor, ve tarifsiz acılarla dolu ne sahneler yaşanıyor. Diğer yanda yaşadığımız bu sıradışı olaylar sanki kanıksanıp sıradanlaşıyor gibi!. Bu daha bir vahim değil mi. Hani eski Yeşilçam filmlerinde
Seyahat ederken hepimiz gittiğimiz yörenin doğasını, kültürünü hissetmek, el emeklerinden satın almak, yerel lezzetlerini tatmak isteriz. Eko turizm, kırsal turizm, kültür turizmi, gastronomi turizmi gibi farklı sürdürülebilir turizm çeşitleri ile hem biz farklı deneyimler yaşarız hem de yerel halkın ekonomisine katkıda bulunmuş oluruz.
İşte bu sebeple Anadolu Efes, Kültür ve Turizm Bakanlığı
Wow! It's been a long time since I have done a race recap.
In 2013, Dick Collins was my first 50 mile trail race. I had no idea how to pace myself. I just said that I was going to "walk every hill". I finished just under 10 hours and I was very proud of that time. Last year, I was in pretty good shape and I ran it again, knocking about a half an hour off my time, and finishing in 9:29. This year, I was not in pretty good shape. I had been running about 15 - 30 miles a week and doing 1 or 2 days of HIIT training. I was not watching what I ate and I had been spending long hours at work and getting not enough sleep every day.
My expectations of myself were pretty low. I just wanted to get under 11 hours, which would mean basically I could run a minute and a half per mile slower (or walk more) than last year and I would still be okay. There was a friend of mine who ran last year and we ended up finishing together (hand in hand across the finish line!) and he was also running this year and I thought my A goal would be to just keep up with him.
The race starts off in the dark, along a paved path that goes partially around Lake Chabot. I ran along and talked to some friends, but soon I felt that need to pass people (I always get antsy at the start) and so I said goodbye to them and took off. Luckily this part of the race was on a fire trail so it was no pressure to pass or be passed, like it would on a single track. I ended up running with a lady who was running her first 50 mile race and she was doing a great job. We ran together for several miles before she peeled off to visit the bushes and I pressed on.
Luckily, the weather was cooperating. It was about 50 degrees and it was a bit foggy, which was perfect running weather. Like all trail races, this one has a lot of ups and downs (almost 9,000 ft total), but there is also a lot of trail that is runnable. For about 10 miles it was a slight downhill or a flattish area and I was running under a 10 minute pace. Around mile 15, I hit the Skyline Gate, which is where I often end up when I run from my house. In my mind for a second I thought how easy it would be to just run down the hill to my house from here. But no, I grabbed some watermelon, used the facilities and pressed on. From here on out, there is a lot of single trail. As I started out, there were two people just keeping pace with me. One was a girl, who when I came up behind her, happily pulled over to let me pass. In my mind, even though I did not think this was going to be a great race for me, I still wanted to pass that girl.
As the race went on, the girl and I were neck and neck. We would swap places on the ups or the downs (she was faster on the ups; I was faster on the downs) and we would sometimes both roll into an aid station around the same time and one of us would get through faster, but we were right next to each other most of the time. But we did not speak; we just kept leap frogging. Then came the long downhill to the turnaround. Since I had been faster at the downs, I got a bit of a lead on her at this point. I came into the 25 mile turnaround, grabbed a grilled cheese (still my favorite ultra food) and headed back out without slowing. She came in about 45 seconds behind me.
The next 4 miles was a steady uphill climb. I was about halfway through the climb when the girl caught up to me and I jokingly said, "darn it!" to her. We continued on together after that, talking and enjoying the company, and griping over our aches and pains for the day. I was feeling better than expected, but my back was hurting me and my knee was giving me a twinge now and then. After the long climb up, there was a pretty steep road down to the aid station and then a pretty steep downhill single trail, where my knee really started acting up. I actually had to walk down the hills in some places.
Soon we were back to Skyline gate, which meant we had about 15 miles left. The girl and I ran together for some parts and did our own thing for others. However, we were pretty much within sight of each other the entire time. Then we came to the last 5 miles. She pulled ahead of me, but I could still see her there, my carrot on a stick. The final 2 miles are paved and I could still see her, and I gave it my all, ramping up to under a 9 minute pace. My feet were hurting; my quads were burning; my back and knee were telling me to hurry up and get to the finish so we can rest!
I made it to the finish just behind the girl. I went up to her and thanked her for being my carrot and she told me that I had been her carrot in the beginning and she would not have run as fast if I had not been there. She ended up getting first in our age group and I ended up with 2nd, which I was happy with because I ended up being much faster than I had anticipated!
Overall, I would say that I was very happy with my results. In fact, I may try to change up my training plan going forward so that it is more strength and cross training (cycling mostly) and less miles, since it surprisingly seemed to work.
Have you ever done better than expected at something even though you did not prepare as well as you would have liked? What is your "carrot" when you are going for a particular goal?
Adele'in yeni şarkısı Hello İngilizce şarkı sözleriyle ve Türkçe çevirisi ile karşınızda. Keyifli dinlemeler.
Hello Merhaba
Hello, it’s me Merhaba, benim I was wondering if after all these years Bunca yıldan sonra merek ediyordum You’d like to meet, to go over everthing Her şeyi tekrar gözden geçirmek için buluşmak ister miydin? They say that time’s supposed to heal ya Zamanın seni iyileştirmesi gerektiğini söylüyorlar But I ain’t done much healing Ama ben pek iyileşmedim
Hello, can you hear me? Merhaba beni duyabiliyor musun I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be Kalifornia'dayım, kim olduğumuzu düşlüyorum, When we were younger and free Biz daha genç ve özgürken I’ve forgotten how I’ve forgotten how it felt Unuttum, nasıl hissettimi unuttum Before the world fell at our feet Dünya ayaklarımızın altından kaymadan önce There’s such a difference between us Aramızda öyle çok fark var ki And a million miles Ve bir milyon mil
Hello from the other side Diğer taraftan merhaba I must’ve called a thousand times Binlerce kez aramış olmalıyım To tell you I’m sorry, for everything that I’ve done "Üzgünüm, yaptığım her şey için" diyebilmek için But when I call you never seem to be home Ama seni aradığım hiçbir zaman evde değildin
Hello from the outside Dışarıdan merhaba At least I can say that I’ve tried to tell you En azından söyleyebilirim ki sana söylemeyi denedim I’m sorry, for breaking your heart Kalbini kırdığım için üzgünüm But it don’t matter, it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore Ama önemi yok, açıkçası belli ki seni daha fazla üzmüyor
Hello, how are you? Merhaba nasılsın It’s so typical of me to talk about myself Kendimden bahsetmem çok sıradan I’m sorry, I hope that you’re well Üzgünüm, iyi olduğunu umuyorum Did you ever make it out of that town Where nothing ever happened? Hiçbir şeyin olmadığı kasabadan hiç ayrılabildin mi? It’s no secret Bu bir sır değil That the both of us are running out of time İkimiz için de zaman tükeniyor
Hello from the other side Diğer taraftan merhaba I must’ve called a thousand times Binlerce kez aramış olmalıyım To tell you I’m sorry, for everything that I’ve done "Üzgünüm, yaptığım her şey için" diyebilmek için But when I call you never seem to be home Ama seni aradığım hiçbir zaman evde değildin
Hello from the outside Dışarıdan merhaba At least I can say that I’ve tried to tell you En azından söyleyebilirim ki sana söylemeyi denedim I’m sorry, for breaking your heart Kalbini kırdığım için üzgünüm But it don’t matter, it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore Ama önemi yok, açıkçası seni daha fazla üzmüyor
Ohh, anymore Ohh, artık Ohh, anymore Ohh, artık Ohh, anymore Ohh, artık Anymore Artık
Hello from the other side Diğer taraftan merhaba I must’ve called a thousand times Binlerce kez aramış olmalıyım To tell you I’m sorry, for everything that I’ve done "Üzgünüm, yaptığım her şey için" diyebilmek için But when I call you never seem to be home Ama seni aradığım hiçbir zaman evde değildin
Hello from the outside Dışarıdan merhaba At least I can say that I’ve tried to tell you En azından söyleyebilirim ki sana söylemeyi denedim I’m sorry, for breaking your heart Kalbini kırdığım için üzgünüm But it don’t matter, it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore Ama önemi yok, açıkçası seni daha fazla üzmüyor
Don't wait on the threshold Come stay in the dark Come forth in the hallways And receive your mark.
As much as I try to lead by example and set the bar for strength/life gains I too am a lowly mortal. I can easily fall victim to many of the very traps and obstacles of life that I preach against. I have maintained strict radio silence on the blog, emails, and all things BMF related due a battle with the most powerful muscle of every humans body..... the mind. For this I apologize but sometimes when things are shifting and the temple is crumbling its best to cover your head and weather the collapse. When the dust of the ruins have settled you can rise up, brush yourself off, get accountability of all that remains, and then begin rebuilding. Moping and cursing the destructive event will only delay the repair work needed. No Calvary will ride in and fix what is broken. It is your temple so you must begin stacking brick after brick to build an even stronger foundation.
Bare with me and lend your ear while I explain my troubles. Without getting too Dr. Phil on my legion, I have to endure many mental health issues. Some I was born with and some that were acquired from my combat experiences in Afghanistan. I am diagnosed with a manic depressive disorder named Bipolar I Disorder. I also carry a lifetime diagnosis of Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder that only recently have I excepted pharmaceutical treatments to maintain. On top of that I combat lingering PTSD symptoms which are for the most part controlled but from time to time still rears its ugly head in sporadic episodes.
I am a huge vocal proponent and supporter of talking openly about mental health issues with friends and peers. Whether they inquire about mine personally or seek support for their own I'm always available and down to talk. There is no shame or stigma for those needing help or guidance in navigating the pitfalls of mental illness. Life is hard guys. I don't give a fuck what you kind of person you are or where you come from. The sheer effort it takes for survival is demanding. We all face battles its just some battles are shorter or easier for others.
So as Lil' Boosie said "Ive been goin' thru some thangz." in the last 5-6 weeks. Naturally it impacted all points of my existence. From my diet, my workouts, my gym routine, my school work, my family, and my sleep they all suffered in one way or another. I went to the Doc for a few extra appointments, got some treatment, rapped with important people, adjusted/increased my medications, and just spaced out for a bit to handle myself. I am proud to say that even though these kind of episodes are dark and difficult I eventually push through it and come out stronger than before. I know there are many others who are not as strong as I and succumb to the abyss of mental illness. So I do it for them. I refuse to become another statistic! I want to be the exception not the majority.
I personally know some of the strongest and hardest motherfuckers walking planet earth who got shit going on upstairs and keep it secret. I also know there are a few readers of this blog who have slightly defective brains. (I know this because I have received a few emails over the years asking me to write about mental issues). I want to share who I am for real. Not some internet persona that I may project on this blog or on my Instagram. My life is good but I don't have it all together. No one does. Were all damaged goods. Its a symptom of aging. I publish this in the hopes that everyone realizes were not alone. LET US SUFFER TOGETHER! Its not always a breakup, a death in the family, or the loss of a job that makes people stumble. Sometimes its just a switch that gets flipped for no apparent reason and they have to root around, find that motherfucker, and flick it back into the "on" mode.
its not always satanic riffage and barbells comrades. let us all embrace our exposed feels. #feelguyGangBang
Alright, so with that cathartic admission into the forum of Alpha lets us be reminded that we will never be "there". We will never be satisfied. We will never stop learning, growing, changing etc... I always harp on the merits of weight lifting bleeding into all crevasses of our life. When one link suffers the whole chain is weakened. In the same way you train your bench press for that new max, we train our minds to become stronger and better sync with our limbs.
The trend throughout this blog is self reliance and conquering mental barriers. Those are the two biggest factors of living strong. When one unlocks an achievement the entire shell levels up! A strong body with a weak mind will surely fail against a strong mind and a weak body. That is the #1 principle of the Infantry. That is what the US military instilled in me and in every elite soldier from Day One. Its learning how to push forward until you can no longer move.... and then pushing farther. If your mind is weak when your body is weak you will be killed. you were dead before you even died. Don't let this happen to you men! You dictate your death and your survival. It is your obligation as a stone cold, weightlifting, alpha, killer to have a mind that's even stronger than your body.
REMEMBER:
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS MUSCLE FAILURE. THERE IS ONLY YOU FAILING YOUR MUSCLES.
naw dude, I'm good. Lemme get another set before we throw on those 25's on.
So after my "talk to Jesus" moment I came back haunted. I walked into the Iron Sanctuary with a fortified mental outlook. Fuck it felt good. It was like loosing my virginity all over again (except this time the girl was a certified BABE instead of a 6'0 oddly shaped "punk girl" that was used to get it over with). I buried my troubles in a shallow, unmarked grave, I spit on it, pissed on it, then proceeded to annihilate the weights with a new venom.
In the triumph of death comes new life.
Part 1 of recovery phase:
Was built on gaining back the weight I lost. today I completed a two week eat anything and everything (within reason) bender. I went on a warpath of consumption brothers. large meals, snacks, small meals, shakes, weight gainers. whatever. I was housing it all and hating myself the whole time. felt great. I shot up from 204-213 JUST LIKE THAT. The scale was telling me everything I wanted to hear. I'm sitting at 215 now and have dialed back my intake to reasonable (i.e sane) levels. Time to carve out the giant.
Part 2 of the recovery phase:
Leave the big numbers on the board. I'm taking a sabbatical from maxes for the foreseeable future. I know how strong I am. I know what I am capable of moving. I am now concerned with lifting moderately heavy while pushing myself hard. Simply enduring the burn. I don't need to keep swinging my dick around to all my gym brothers who have seen me move mountains. They know the size of my dick! Honestly almost all of them have seen me naked anyway.
Really just an old school approach. Walk in with rough draft and just getting lost in the mix by destroying my body parts in the name of satanic gains.
Part 3 of recovery phase:
Technique. Specifically my bench press. Just bare bones weight and working on all positions and muscles to compete the lift the proper way, the better way, and the strongest way. Foot placement, quad activation, arch in back, slow movements, pauses, hitting the diaphragm with the bar and controlling it the entire way up. So far its fucking awesome. No shit I am watching my chest shape explode. My pecs are becoming fuller and thicker strictly by tweaking my form. Which in turn breeds motivation to keep doing it because its working! I recommend once a year a die hard lifter should re-evaluate how they are lifting and see if there is something they may be missing or not properly executing. Think of it as a muscle audit. That time of year everybody hates when the higher ups come in a look at the stats and focus on loss prevention. That is what were doing here. How can we increase our profits without sacrificing service?
Custom made lifting belts by prisoners behind bars. I think I have found my winter project.
Gym Track of the week:
I off to Milwaukee tonight to see Danzig and Superjoint Ritual. In honor of tonight's gain friendly performance I am reaching into your high school beta 1.0 years for this punishing deep cut from the angriest band in America.....Superjoint. Activate your dead lift reserves boys because this track will temporarily enhance all lifts for 120 seconds. "1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4!"
STAY GRIM. HIT THE GYM.
No squad goals only quad goals.
In closing, no matter what trials you may face in your life, be they mental or physical, do not loose site of the path. Even when you stray so far you feel like you may be lost buckle down and grind it out. Don't just lay down and die cold and alone like a scared dog. Raise your hanging head, remind yourself why you started this journey, and talk with yourself in the mirror as to why you are so far off your path. Trust in your strength, believe in no false prophets praising you with empty excuses of understanding, and drive the fuck on. Create your own ending.
P.S. due to my early 30's midlife breakdown funk or whatever the hell it was I foolishly did not finish the Black Metal Fitness ranger panties orders. I apologize for people expecting them to be on sale on the date I said on Instagram. Fear not, if you want a pair I promise I will print enough for all my regular readers and lifter internet pals to get one if they so desire. I didn't wanna rip anyone off and take orders for them when I didn't even have the final product in hand. Expect them to be up for sale in November along with an original BMF tank top (black of course) with custom artwork provided by Hell Is Real. I will do my best to blast out the sale date. The tank top design can be seen below. HAILS!
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