hilly terrain

Der Wolpertinger

The Wolpertinger is a fabulous animal from Bavaria, Germany. Wolpertingers are said to be omnivores, eating small animals as well as herbs and edible roots. When they are really hungry, they turn into dangerous predators. In this case, their favorite prey is the Prussian Softhead.

Almost nobody has ever seen and successfully hunted a Wolpertinger, not only because they are quite rare and very shy, but also due to the difficult hunting conditions. It is commonly said that they can only be spotted by young, beautiful virgins if they confide to a handsome, strong young hunter who knows the right place near secluded forest edges. A Wolpertinger can be captured by simply sprinkling salt on its tail. As simple as it seems, it is indeed a complicated process because the hunter does not see the animal, so his hand has to be guided by the virgin without scaring the Wolpertinger away.

Other hunters say that they only need a haversack, a candle, a stick, and a spade to capture them. The haversack is held open by the stick, and the burning candle is placed in the opening. During the twilight hours of the day, the Wolpertinger is attracted by the light and can then be shooed into the haversack by waving the spade. A fair amount of luck is needed in this procedure as the Wolpertingers tend to run over the stick, making the haversack collapse onto the candle and burning the Wolpertinger to death.

A third method relies on the alleged fact that Wolpertingers have legs of different length on their left and right sides. This way, they can only walk properly in one direction on hilly terrain. If you manage to scare a Wolpertinger enough to make it turn around, the animal will fall on its side and can be captured with ease.

Because of their rarity, their real appearance is a matter of discussion among experts. Taxidermied examples sold to tourists from abroad look quite different to the textbook figure shown above, and also differ from source to source.

For that reason, it is believed that Wolpertingers undergo multiple stages of metamorphosis as they are ageing, gaining their wings at some point in the process. According to the famous German author Walter Moers, Wolpertinger puppies are the cutest creatures in the universe, desired as pets by everyone who can afford to buy one, but frequently being abandoned as they are becoming increasingly fickle and moody in their teenage years, when they also start growing dangerous claws and teeth.

Taxonomically, Wolpertingers are closely related to the North American Jackalope, the Australian Bunyip, and the Swedish Skvader.

Has anyone had any experience with sweat patterns correlating to which muscle groups a horse uses most during work? Do horses tend to sweat in particular areas when stressed?

I’ve observed the green colts at school universally sweat over their neck and shoulders when worked. They’re worked entirely in an arena and are generally unbalanced. They’re also stalled 24/7 and very reactive overall.

Sam (who is a very fat ex-trail horse) today over a 5+ mile ride on hills of varying size in heat no less than the colts are worked in only sweated over his hindquarters from about the hip down, not over the top. He was generally quite relaxed through the whole ride and is turned out 24/7 over mildly hilly terrain.

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travel times DIY

bc apparently this is all i’m thinking about right now

fair weather, flat terrain, roads

  • foot: 20 m/day
  • forced march: 30 m/day (unsustainable for long periods)
  • horse: 40 m/day
  • fast carriage: 60 m/day
  • horse relay: 80 m/day (changing horses at each town)

fair weather, hilly terrain, roads (or flat terrain, bad weather)

  • foot: 14 m/day
  • forced march: 20 m/day
  • horse: 25 m/day
  • fast carriage: 30 m/day
  • horse relay: 70 m/day

fair weather, mountainous terrain, roads (or hilly terrain, bad weather)

  • foot: 9 m/day
  • forced march: 15 m/day
  • horse: 20 m/day
  • fast carriage: 40 m/day
  • horse relay: 60 m/day

fair weather, wooded terrain, off road

  • foot: 8 m/day
  • forced march: not here you’re not
  • horse: 20 m/day
  • fast carriage: see forced march
  • horse relay: ditto

fair weather, mountainous terrain, off road

  • foot: 6 m/day
  • forced march: don’t do it
  • horse: 10 m/day
  • fast carriage: ur not getting a carriage up here m8
  • horse relay: there’s nowhere to relay ur horse up here

fair weather, experienced sailors

  • decent-sized merchant ship: 80 m/day (brig/carrack/cog type)
  • fast/unladen ship: 100 m/day (caravel/clipper/corvette type)
    • in peak conditions, you could comfortably get up to 150 m/day
    • these boat speeds include some margin for days when little progress is made vs days when lots of progress is made
  • for bad weather, just add on a day or two i guess

other modes of transport

  • horse & cart: 10 m/day
  • fully laden soldier: 15 m/day
  • rowing: 3 m/hour (quite fast, 1 mile can be covered in anything from 15 to 45 mins depending on how experienced you are/what type of boat you’re using)

things to note

  • walking speed: 3-5 m/hour (on average)
  • walking for 7-8 hours a day
  • riding speed: 25 m/hour gallop ; 13 m/hour canter ; 9 m/hour trot ; 4 m/hour walk
    • obviously it’s unsustainable to ride at a flat gallop all day, unless you’re changing horses at each town
  • riding for 10 hours a day
  • 1 knot = 1.15 m/hour
Home- a story featuring Elide and Lorcan post- TOG books.

So this will be a pretty long series. I wanted to do something where Elide and Lorcan were all happy and reconciled but I had trouble getting into that headspace. So I’m starting this out to where we can see if and when forgiveness might happen (spoiler alert: it will I’m total Elorcan trash) because I feel like that’s an important foundation for where this story will end up. I hope y’all like it.

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Chapter 1
Perranth. It was everything Elide remembered and more. Ancient oaks grew in vast swathes over the hilly terrain. The air here was fresh, clean, free. When the Lady of Perranth returned to reclaim her Title and Estate, it would be her first order of business to open up the Castle and tear down that damn tower. Vernon’s lackeys had fled when word of Erawan’s defeat and Vernon’s brutal death had spread throughout the kingdom. As such, the castle was in a state of disrepair and full of refuse from the bacchanalian revelry of the soldiers.
Elide sighed, peering through the open doorway, her light frame heavy with the burdens she had been forced to carry in her short life.

“I guess I just thought when the war was done we all could finally relax” she loosed a breath as she brought her arms up to remove the pack she had carried. It fell with a thud at her side. She turned up to look at her companion, a Fae male, who towered over her by a solid foot and a half. Lorcan gave Elide a wide berth, unsure of how the return to her childhood residence would affect her.


“Well, at least the castle is empty for now. Although, it probably won’t be for long. As word spreads that the Lady of Perranth has returned, your counsel and protection will be sought out.”
Elide arched a brow, “My protection?”
Lorcan remained serious, eyes scanning the courtyard, always prepared.
“Elide: honorary member of the Ironteeth and Crochan legion. Companion to Queen Aelyn and General Aedion. Who stood with them in the final Battle of Morath and banished Erawan. People will know; stories have already travelled. You do not give yourself enough credit Elide” Lorcan turned to face her.
There was more to say. There was always so much more to say between them. But they held back all the words and feelings. Holding back enough to keep it from being real. Because when things were real you could actually could get hurt. Lorcan knew some of that pain. He didn’t think he could even feel pain or terror until a few months ago. When he saw Elide kneeled before Maeve, a dagger to her throat. Lorcan physically shook his head to rid himself of those terrible images which still haunted his dreams.
Elide gave a small smile, “I suppose you’re right. I am pretty tough.” She then surprised Lorcan as she reached her had up to touch Lorcan’s inky black hair.
They had been on the road for weeks. He suddenly became very self-conscious.  Of everything. Of the dirt covering his body, of the fact that they had finally reached her childhood home, which seemed more like a tomb than a place for a young woman, and of the fact that he wasn’t sure what there was between them; if there was anything between them.
After Lorcan’s betrayal of Aelyn and her friends, Elide traveled with the witches while Lorcan traveled with his cadre. They had found and rescued Aelyn. She had died and came back; her mate sacrificing his immortality for her. Then, the battles began. Wave after wave. They were too busy to talk. There were no romantic confessions as they all walked to their potential deaths. There had only been action. When the dust had finally settled, and they all stared at each other in bewilderment, there was still no time to talk. There was no heart to heart. There was planning to do. Territories to manage. Valg to hunt down.

When things finally calmed down, Elide said she was going home. He’d offered to accompany her and she surprisingly hadn’t refused. She also hadn’t been particularly verbose on the trip home. But he could tell by her scent that much of it was due to the fact that she was absolutely exhausted. There was no longer seething anger coming off of her. Just bone weariness and in the back of her mind, worry. Worry about what she would do now that she wasn’t going to be on the run, or hunted, or caged.

And now they were here. And now what.

He was brought back into the present moment, not even realizing he had been staring off in the distance at that damn tower while Elide was saying something to him.
“Lorcan?” she repeated.
“Yes?” he finally answered.

“Thank you.” Was all she said. Her hand returning to her side. He wasn’t quite sure if that’s all she had stated before. He had truly been so lost in his own mind that he hadn’t heard anything she had said.
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Elide noticed Lorcan’s midnight eyes glaze over and his body begin to shut down as she reached up and touched his hair. She didn’t know why. Was he disgusted by her touch? It had been so long since they had shared that moment in the hammocks before the whole world had gone to total shit. At least before that happened she knew who she was, who her friends were, and had hope. All of that had fled on that blood-soaked beach.

Lorcan had betrayed all of them for her. He had called upon a woman who had promised to kill him, for her. The logical part of her knew that he had risked it all without thinking. He had seen all of Ansel’s ships and panicked. In an instant he had used his powers to shout “Help!” and Maeve had done what she did best: twist something into its basest and most cruel intention.  Yes, Lorcan had meant well, but the consequences were so so terrible, did that even matter?
That day she felt actual physical heartache.  Elide was so mad that he betrayed their friends.  Not once, but twice, when Lorcan revealed that Aelyn had two wyrdkeys. She knew that with the blood oath he had to tell Maeve, but Elide also knew that she would have sooner died than betray her friends.
However, if she was honest with herself, she also found herself angry for a much more petty reason. How could he ever love a person like Maeve. She had truly felt like she knew who Lorcan was in their short time traveling together. She had been ready to offer herself up to him completely. Her heart, her body, her loyalty, and her home. And on that day, she saw what a person whom Lorcan actually “loved” was like and she felt like she didn’t know anything.  

When it was all said and done though, she didn’t want to travel back to Perranth alone. And she felt like even though she wasn’t sure if she could or would forgive Lorcan, he could start his penance by escorting her back to her home. Even though it hadn’t been a home since before her parents were killed. Indeed it had actually served as a prison to her longer than it had ever been a home. Yet in those marshes, the night she and Lorcan had shared a few passionate moments, she had let herself dream that the two of them could make it one. And now, looking at the castle, the tower, and Lorcan, she just felt like it was all an unbearable load of shit.
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“Of course. It was an honor.” Lorcan replied. It was Elide’s turn to return to the present from where her mind had wandered.
She fidgeted with her hands.
Lorcan, even though he was over 500 years old, couldn’t predict what her next step would be. Tell him to go to hell? Employ him to keep the castle safe until things calmed own? Forgive him? No—he stopped himself short on that one. He wasn’t foolish enough to hope for that. What he had done was unforgivable. But he was willing to spend the rest of his miserable, lonely life making it up to Elide, if she would allow it.
Elide stopped fidgeting with her hands, and grabbed Lorcan’s hands, holding them in between her own. She looked down to where they were now joined.

“I have been thinking this whole time we have been traveling here about what to say to you. I have been imagining what it would be like to return here. And now that we are here, and you are in front of me, i don’t know what to do about either.” The words came flying out of her mouth. She wished she had more eloquent thoughts and words. She didn’t feel like much of a lady at all. She started again.

“I honestly don’t know if I can forgive you. I know you did what you thought was right at the time, but you really hurt me and my friends. There are people whose lives will never be the same because of what you did.  And I’m sorry that I don’t know how I feel about any of this but I don’t. “ Elide raised her head, forcing herself to look him in the eyes. Dark eyes meeting even darker ones.
Lorcan stood there, taking it all in.
“You don’t owe me anything Elide. What I did was unforgivable and I’m not going to ask anything of you other than the opportunity to serve you. The borders here are not secure yet, and there are still Valg wandering around. Let me be of use to you is all that I ask” Lorcan was straining with every word that came out. Of course he wanted her to forgive him. He wanted to take her into his arms and make her feel safe. But he knew that was not going to happen. He didn’t deserve for that to happen.

Elide gave his hands a squeeze, dropped them, and turned to go in to the castle that had been the scene of the best and some of the worst times of her life. She took a deep breath and called behind her “You can start by bringing my bag inside.”
Lorcan almost smiled.
 

anonymous asked:

prompt 91 please 😄

91. “Can I hold your hand?”

Hesitant

Two months.

Only two months since Hiccup’s near death experience. Since he lost his leg. And only a month and a half since he woke up from the two-week coma.

Astrid tugged at the axe still half buried in the green tree before her. She grabbed the handle tighter and jerked back, stumbling slightly when the blade came free and knocked her off balance.

She narrowed her eyes and aimed carefully before letting the blade fly through the air and once again thump against the tree, adding the twentieth dent of splintered wood in the trunk.

“Having fun?”

Astrid whirled about, her axe at ready and poised in a tossing motion. Astrid breathed heavily when she noticed who it was, Hiccup standing awkwardly before her while Toothless padded up beside him, tilting his head in curiosity at the girl.

Hiccup blushed and eyed the axe nervously. “S-sorry… I-I didn’t mean to-“

“No…” Astrid lowered her weapon, smiling softly. “It’s fine. I’m just… rather edgy today I guess.”

Truth was, her mind had been rambling with thoughts of the last two months. Of guilt mostly, guilt for ignoring the kind, sweet, smart teen that had not only been ignored, but slightly bullied as well…

And yet he’d easily and kindly forgiven them. It confused her and made her heart ache painfully, a feeling she was not familiar with…

Hiccup nodded, his hand scrambling to find anything to do- it was something Astrid realized he did frequently. His hands were constantly moving, either playing with some tool or even a scrap of landscape, or just gesturing wildly. His hands were never still… and it was something that mesmerized her. He could have an entire conversation using only his hands.

“I…I just saw… when me and Toothless flew overhead…” Hiccup stuttered awkwardly. He grinned and rested a hand on Toothless neck, giving the dragon a little pat. “I just… thought I’d drop by.”

She nodded and stepped forward, strapping her axe to her back. “I came to practice- Stormfly flew off to eat. We agreed to meet back in Berk.”

Hiccup laughed and gave Toothless a little shove, the dragon giving a playful bark before turning and trotting off into the trees towards Berk, the dragon pausing and glancing back with tongue lolling out of his mouth as he waited for them to follow.

Astrid walked forward, falling into step beside Hiccup as the trudged through the forest, Astrid noticing with concern how Hiccup favored his left leg slightly, giving a limp whenever they passed over an extra rocky or hilly terrain.

“You sure you wanna walk..?” Astrid asked hesitantly.

Hiccup jerked his head up, his bangs flying about his face and his brows puckered in slight confusion, “Why..?”

She didn’t mean to, but her eyes darted down to his leg in a split second before returning to his face, his green eyes sparkling in sudden realization.

“Oh… nah I’m fine.” Hiccup continued on, perhaps a bit more determined than before. Astrid shook her head before following, wishing that the poor boy would just take a break, and not work so hard to prove he didn’t need help. She didn’t want to embarrass him… but at the same time she so wished to offer assistance. Especially after all that she’d done to him in the past… or more like what she hadn’t done.

Hiccup glanced back again and smiled brightly, not seeming at all bothered by his leg- although she knew he was ignoring it on purpose. He did it every time anyone was around… except for Toothless and his Dad- even Gobber. That’s where she’d heard it from, was from the blacksmith, how Hiccup had nearly collapsed while trying to work on a new tailfin for Toothless at the forge. If Gobber hadn’t been keeping a sharp eye on the lad, the boy would’ve fallen into the forge fire from the pain from his leg.

“You should…” Astrid started, Gobber’s words ringing through her brain. “Maybe… we should ride Toothless?”

Hiccup stopped, his hands playing with his vest although he didn’t turn to face her. “I’m fine, Astrid. Besides, Toothless is too far ahead anyways.”

Astrid bit her lip in worry, but didn’t protest further. She skipped over a log and dropped down beside him, glancing from behind her bangs at his face. He looked calm… a bit troubled but for the most part alright.

“I’m sorry.” She rambled. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you… or hurt you I just-“ She stopped and grabbed his arm. “I just don’t want you to be in pain and try to hide it because of me.”

Hiccup lifted his head and smiled that signature bright, happy smile of his, emerald eyes sparkling and his hands gesturing once again. “I get it… and th-thank you. That means a lot.”

She smiled and leaned towards him, giving him a sideways hug before pulling away, letting her arm drape down his shoulder and touch his hand. She felt a shiver of excitement tingle through her limb and into her chest- until it touched her heart. She let her touch linger, before hesitating- wondering if she even deserved his attention. After hardly any of the attention she’d given him over the years… after all the ignorance he’d received from her, did she really deserve to have his trust?

“H-Hiccup?”

Hiccup was just about to step over a fallen tree trunk, but paused with one foot on the wood and his hands resting on the tree. “Yeah, Astrid?”

“Could… is it alright if-“ She laughed to cover her stuttering, silently scolding herself in her mind for making such a fool of herself. “C-Can I hold your hand?”

Hiccup looked surprised, and she knew what was passing through his mind. Heh, she’d kissed him without a second thought, and here she was, asking him for permission to hold his hand.

But… now she had time to think, and thinking told her to be careful, to tread lightly. She felt like she didn’t deserve his… attention.

“S-seriously?” Hiccup stuttered, stumbling away from the log and staring at her in disbelief.

“Yeah…” She responded, her fingers fumbling together. “I’m sorry- I get it with everything that’s happened before-“

“No!” Hiccup protested, his hands once again moving about wildly. “N-no, I’d… I’d really like that.” He added shyly, reaching for her hand. Their fingers intertwined, Astrid staring at them for a moment before slowly looking up into the red-faced boy before her. But through the burn of embarrassment he was grinning broadly.

“Home, milady?” he asked cheekily.

“Lead on, Dragon Boy.” She laughed.

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Breathtaking view of a futsal court located in the rural areas of Nabawan, Sabah. This photo was taken by Mohd Khairul Amin Mohammad, a teacher of SK Logongon using a Mavic Pro drone. According to the teacher, in order to get here, you have to drive two hours on logging roads using a four-wheel-drive and cross a river which can take one hour. Villagers or students must walk through hilly terrain for 15 minutes, adding that the school is located “far from the city.”

anonymous asked:

Quick question, would a near constant drizzling rain and winds coming off the sea mask the smell of a large pre-modern port city (~18th Century tech and 750000-1000000 people) to any noticable degree? Would several large city walls between the harbour and the landward approaches, and the presence of a large (Danube/Volga/Rhine sized) river delta have any impact? Would a large glassmaking industry, or a clothmaking one by the river be relevant?

Constablewrites: Since this is anon we can’t ask for clarification, which is a pity because my biggest question is, whose nose? “Mask the smell” makes me think someone is trying to locate the city purely by scent or something…

On the whole, no, rains are probably not going to hide the scent of a ton of people on top of each other. If anything, rain is just going to add a new dimension to the smell. Winds might help carry it away, but city walls will negate that effect. Most large industry is going to be pretty smelly, especially at that time and double especially textiles. If anything it sounds like you’ve got a pretty decent recipe for a London fog: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pea_soup_fog

Werew:  I feel like the level of drainage will change a lot. If this city is getting that much rain on a regular basis, it would have to be designed so that the water goes somewhere and doesn’t just stand around creating minor floods and destroying everything. If the city is built on hilly terrain, this would occur naturally to some extent (and be a further explanation for the rain, per the rainshadow effect)

Bina:  I can’t say anything about the city walls, but the winds and rain and riverside industries definitely raise some flags.

Take a look at these three articles:

http://www.agc-glass.eu/en/sustainability/environmental-achievements/environmental-impacthttps://www.theguardian.com/science/blog/2016/jun/29/thanks-to-co2-emissions-the-smell-of-the-sea-is-changing-ocean-acidificationhttps://www.theguardian.com/sustainable-business/dyeing-textile-sector-water-risks-adidas

Some extrapolations: 

A cloth-making industry near the river might cause a visible effect from dye leaking from the river into the sea. IF the clothes are even being dyed, that is. If you want, you could have custom substances that also produce a smell if the dyes used react with freshwater or seawater to create something notably odorous.

Glass-making contributes to smog and the acidification of oceans via CO2 emissions. This directly impacts sea creatures’ sense of smell. If you had something like an intelligent and trained sea animal, it could definitely detect the source of an acidic spike in the ocean.

Rainfall would hasten the flow of dyes and toxic runoff into the sea, and wind will spread the chemicals released by the glass-making process. A sensitive nose might detect these, but if the winds are constantly shifting, might not be able to track to the source.

Synth:  If this is about just keeping the stink down for the (presumably human(oid)) city inhabitants, a wall probably won’t do much, unless it is impossibly high, because air has this habit of getting around and through most obstacles.

Prevailing wind directions could have a big influence on it. A breeze off the ocean would carry with it smells from the waterfront, so perhaps the area downwind of the harbor always smells slightly fishy.

There is the potential for creating different social class regions in the city based on howw they smell. Maybe all the rich folk live upwind, where the odours aren’t quite so strong. The poor, meanwhile, get stuck next door to the textile district, with its many and varied stenches.

In short, an 18th-century-tech-level-and-industry city with almost one million inhabitants is going to probably smell a bit funky regardless of how much it rains, though a heady breeze off the ocean might temporarily change which areas smell the most strongly.

As a running fanatic, I have struggled shin splints many times in my running life. They have taken a total of 3 months away from running when I was a sophomore in high school, and two more months when I was a freshman in college. Through my pain, experience, research, and recovery, I have learned many things that I now want to share with you.

Shin splints, also known as medial tibial stress syndrome, can be the pain along the bone on the inside (posterior tibial stress syndrome, the one I have), outside (anterior tibial stress syndrome), or front of the shin. It can feel like a sharp or tight pain while running or walking, and can last the whole run. Shin splints can happen to almost any athlete.

Shin splints are the inflammation of the connective tissue that connects the muscles of your lower leg to your bone (tibia). If you keep running on it, the connective tissue separates from the tibia, resulting in a slower healing process.

If you continue to run with shin pain if it’s along a specific area, then there is a chance of developing a stress fracture. Stress fractures are a bone injuries, not a soft tissue.

Symptoms:

1. Pain/muscle tightness along the inner edge of the shin (posterior) that can run along anywhere between your knees and ankle. This pain can be sharp during running and become worse when you stop.

2. Swelling in the most painful area that gets worse when you apply pressure.

3. If the pain is more localized, you should check with your doctor to see if it’s a stress reaction or fracture.

4. Shin splints feel worse in the morning because of tightening, while stress fractures feel better because of rest.

Causes:

1. Increasing your running too much too soon. Just how muscles break down and recover when you train and rest, bone does as well. Shin pain are a sign that you didn’t give your bones adequate rest based on the state your body is in. People who are just starting out running, or coming back after a while are more likely to experience shin splints.

2. Not correcting your running form. Overpronation that causes heel striking is the most common. Running on your toes also causes more pressure to build up in your calves and shin muscles.

3. Running on hard or side sloping surfaces.

4. Running on a hilly terrain (too many downhills, that causes you to push off more on your toes, and uneven surfaces).

5. Too many track/speed workouts (more running on toes)

6. Not properly stretching and warming up.

7. Wearing wrong or worn out shoes. When you are a serious runner looking for shoes, you should always go to a specialty running store or a professional physical therapist/doctor/coach at least once to determine which shoe to buy. If you buy shoes that are not the most compatible with your foot and body structure, it may feel fine at first, but those imbalances accumulate, leading you to run yourself into future injury.

8. Not wearing proper arch support/orthotics. Those with more flat feet (me) are more prone to shin splints because the impact of running is not absorbed by the ankles, rather, the tibia and fibula. Arch support can help lessen the pressure absorbed there.

9. Running in the same direction on a track. This places excessive pressure on one hip.

10. Muscle weaknesses. Weak hip abductors are correlated with a weak core, which are correlated with shin splints. Therefore, additional exercises from just strengthening the shin are required for recovery. I have some exercises that may help you below!

11. Muscle imbalances.

12. Low bone density, which can be caused by genetics or low calcium intake.

Solutions:

1. When you feel initial shin pain, you should ice it. After about 24-48 hours, you should heat, or alternate between heat and ice, depending on which you feel better with.

2. Stretch. Focus on stretching your calves and achilles anytime before, during (after warming up or water break), and after your run.

3. Try lower body exercises that help correct muscle imbalances. Focus on building calf and hip/glute strength because they align with your shins and strong calves and hips/glutes take pressure off your shins when running:

-Write the alphabet with your foot when you’re sitting in class. 

-Calf raises while standing in line.

-Squats when you brush your teeth

-Toe curls. Stand on a towel and try to scrunch up the towel towards you with your shoes.

-Monster Walks. Place a resistance band around your thighs and make big side steps. This strengthens your glutes.  

-Clam shells while laying on your sides. You can also try using a resistance band around your thighs. This strengthens your hips

-Donkey kicks. Go on all fours and kick one leg back and keep it straight. This strengthens your glutes.

-Wear the correct arch support and shoes when you run or walk. Switch between at least two pairs of shoes every day to change up the stresses on your leg (and it also helps your shoes last longer). If you overpronate severely, you may need orthotics.

-Cross train to stay in shape when you feel your shins when you run. Do non impact exercises (non leg lifting/pounding) such as swimming and biking. I also personally find that the elliptical bothers my shins.

-When you return to running, don’t increase more than 10% of your mileage each week.

-Correct your running form. Increase your cadence to about 165 strides/min to prevent overpronation. If you overpronate/heel strike, try to lean forward and focus on landing on your midfoot. If you run too much on your toes, then you place more pressure on your shins.

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Die Lüneburger Heide is a large area of heath, geest, and woodland in Niedersachsen (Lower Saxony) in northern Germany. It forms part of the hinterland for the cities of Hamburg, Hannover, and Bremen and is named after the town of Lüneburg. Most of the area is a nature reserve with extensive areas of heathland, typical of those that covered most of the North German countryside until about 1800, but have almost completely disappeared. The heaths were formed after the Neolithic period by overgrazing of the once widespread forests on the sandy soils of the geest, as this slightly hilly and sandy terrain in northern Europe is called - this area therefore a historic cultural landscape ad is under protection. The remaining areas are kept clear mainly through grazing, especially by a North German breed of moorland sheep called the Heidschnucke. Due to its unique landscape, the Lüneburger Heide is a popular tourist destination. 

anonymous asked:

Is it possible that the airport sighting was BC picking up wife and kids upon their arrival in Atlanta? Was the sighting after SH's "show" back in the UK? Not trying to stir up trouble here, just trying to make sense of it all.

Trying to make sense of the NanFiction?  Sure, let’s play  :o)

CWeb reported on someone’s mom contacting her to say how lucky Benjamin was to meet her awesome son on the 6th of July.  Keep that in mind for a second, while we establish a timeline, OK?

June 21st - RDJ posts the set pic where we first see Ben in his Doctor Strange costume for Infinity Wars.  Many many many many many pictures of him in his costume will follow
June 21st - Ben is spotted at a bar with Mark Ruffalo.  Obviously no one’s waiting for him at home
June 23rd - Weirdo narrates an oboe playing performance at Suffolk (more on that later)
June 25th- Ben flies out to NYC to attend a concert with Tetrius and Delius Bune
June 26th - Ben is in Atlanta, filming Infinity Wars again
June 29th - We get a video of Ben leaving his hotel, accompanied by David (aka Droopy)
July 2nd - The Aquarium story surfaces about Ben, Weirdo, a stroller and the two Pilos taking a tour of the place.
July 4th - Ben spends the day with RDJ, enjoying the festivities, food and balloons that form trees of proofy proofiness in the background.  No mentions or Weirdo and the Pilos, and no pictures showing them in the background either.
July 5th - It’s Weirdo Wednesday and the (old) news drop that Weirdo narrated an oboe playing performance at a festival her uncle Drake is attached to.  Unfortunately, as her husband’s PR failed to market her performance to his fandom, Nan turnout is…. not great.  To top it all off, as none of the articles mention her husband, the fetchlessness is overpowering.
July 5th - The Aquarium posts a pic of Ben posing with an African pengling.  The cuteness is overpowering.  Alas!  No Weirdo, stroller, or Pilos in sight.
July 6th - The awesome son’s mother contacts CWeb on her private account to let her know how lucky Benjamin is to have met her awesome son.  The awesome son’s mother may not know Benjamin’s actual name, but she’s adamant that he was with his family (I’m sure she knew Sophie’s, Kit’s and Hal’s names and kept repeating them by the way).
July 9th - A woman tweets about having brunch next to Ben and being covered in croissant flakes for the duration, but Ben loving her anyway.  The tweet is followed up by a tweet from a Nan who claims a friend of hers had brunch at the same place Ben and his family were having brunch at.  She mentions Ben and Weirdo cycled there, that they had one of the Pilos with them (Skeptics wonder who the chosen one is this time around) and Ben left on his bike again.  The first woman who tweeted about having brunch next to Ben is asked where she was at the time, and she answers with the name of the restaurant, adding that he was with Weirdo and Pilo(s).  By the way, on July 9th, the heat in Atlanta was reportedly unbearable.  Not the finest idea for anyone with half a brain to take a bike ride on a hilly terrain, lugging one or two Pilos around with them.

Anyway, I’m sorry but, given the timeline, I have questions about the airport sighting that was reported through CWeb’s personal twitter account and received a collective MEH from the Nans, regardless of the retweets it got by other Ubers.

If the awesome son’s mother contacted CWeb on the 6th of June, logic tells us Benjamin met her awesome son at the earliest a couple of days earlier, right?  Or on the day of.

Since Weirdo was going to fly out to Atlanta with one or two Pilos (depending on whom you ask) in tow, why didn’t she fly in to Atlanta right after she returned from Suffolk and her narrative adventure?  Couldn’t Ben wait for her and the Pilo(s) to arrive before visiting the Aquarium?  Did he want to hog the spotlight and the penglings’ attention?  

If the awesome son’s mother held onto the information about Benjamin meeting her awesome son for longer than a couple of days, why didn’t she bother finding out his name first, perhaps even googling him to make sure she was talking about the same person her awesome son met, before going to the trouble of finding out what CWeb’s personal twitter account was, so she could share the news with the world?

The fact of the matter is that all of these sightings have one thing in common (something that is also a common thread with the Spain tweets by the way):  they are focused on proving Ben’s family is real and that he spends time with Weirdo and the Pilo(s).

Unfortunately for the Nans, Ben’s PR seems dead set on maintaining focus on his work and him personally; taking a very conscious turn from the image they were pushing for him during DS promo when he went on record talking about how his wife and kids are not PR stunts on a Vanity Fair interview.

By the way, that is a good thing, because Ben simply doesn’t have it in him to be convincing when talking about his non-PR-stunty family and the anecdotes he shares are… unfortunate.  Also, the non-PR-stunty family does nothing for his clickability (as discussed numerous times on this very blog)

Also unfortunately for the Nans, Ben seems to never spend time with Weirdo and the Pilo(s).  A behaviour we’ve been calling out since Hamlet.

Seeing as Ben is probably already in NYC, now is the time for the Nans to come up with new Cumberfiction.  Who knows?  Perhaps they’ll get lucky this time and he’ll cave in.  After all, he’s steadily taken several steps back when visiting NYC during the past 3 years.

Hopefully, that part of the showmance journey is over…

House Brax, lords of Hornvale, sworn to Lannister

House Brax is among the chief bannermen of House Lannister. Their shield depicts a purple unicorn on silver. Hornvale the seat of House Brax, is situated in hilly and mountainous terrain near the headwaters of the Red Fork. During the War of the Five Kings, House Brax answers the call of Lord Tywin Lannister. Ser Tytos is the current lord Brax.

Henri Matisse: The Riffian, 1913. Portrait. Painted while Matisse was staying in Tangiers. Museum of Modern Western Art, Moscow.

Notoriously fierce warriors were the ‘Riffians,’ who roved in the hilly North African terrain opposing the presence and military might of French invading forces for a great many years. Their defensive position was finally quelled after Abd el-Krim was captured in 1926.

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Tony’s hands caressed her body, making her glow brighter than ever before. She moaned loudly, his touches sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She may have been drunk off her ass, but Tony was still making her cum harder than she ever remembered. She had started off the night lonely, missing Max terribly, but it ended up better than she could’ve expected.


“Max? Max are you here?” Alumina hollered, having just arrived home from a long mission, “I am in need of one of your famous foot rubs cuz goddamn, running around hilly terrain just KILLS my ankles.” She stopped when she entered the room he was in, however, as he stood there with an absolutely terrifying look on his face.

“Max? Are you ok?”

Ogres

It would come as no great surprise to an experienced traveler of Cyrodiil’s back country if I were to give them the warning, “avoid Ogres if you can. They are dangerous indeed.” Such a person may well ask for more obvious pronouncements. Perhaps “the grass is green, so be aware of that.” In fact, a legendary foul temperament and overall capacity for effective physical violence are hallmarks of the Ogre race, known all too well to woodsmen, mercenaries, and apprentice mages hoping to collect fresh Ogre teeth for bonus points in Alchemy 101.

A rather primitive race of large, brutish, vaguely humanoid creatures, Ogres seem to prefer hilly or mountainous terrain and are more common in the North, and in Colovia than in the Nibenay Basin. They are considered Goblin-ken, along with Goblins and Orcs, and Malacath is their patron deity. He considers them his ‘little brothers’ and becomes quite angry when people go out of their way to mistreat them. A popular folktale from the end of the Third Era claims that a questing hero and Malacath devotee - most often an Orc in their oral traditions - freed some Gold-Coast Ogres from a haughty nobleman who had enslaved them, and the Ogres in turn forced the nobleman to work the fields instead as they supervised him. It’s unlikely this fanciful tale has any basis in reality: such reversals are common in Colovian folk tales, and serve to impart moral lessons upon their readers and listeners.

Ogres are known to have an obsession with finely crafted human materials, and shiny things in particular, whether natural or crafted. They often steal heirloom swords and large gems to satisfy this obsession. Most Ogres wear crude hip packs and loin cloths of hide. It is speculated that they do have a rudimentary culture and can use tools, although most fight unarmed, preferring to batter opponents with their tough, rock-like fists. There are unconfirmed reports that the more intelligent members of their species can sometimes be outfitted for war in oversized suits of armor, and can be trained to wield heavy weapons effectively. There are even fanciful tales of Ogre magi casting powerful sorceries, imbued with the malice and wit of Malacath, but these are most often found in cautionary tales for children, or the epic poems of yore.

Ogre blood ancestry is unknown, but many people believe they can and do interbreed with Orcs and Goblins on occasion, and one infamous Imperial man believed his family was descended from them, although it is reported that his quest to reunite with his “long lost kin” ended in his untimely but inevitable demise. Like many Tamrielic creatures, their bodies contain magic, which can be imbued into potions. Alchemists prize their teeth and pay high prices for them, often attracting the attention of competing mercenary guilds. Adventurers questing in the Colovian Highlands and Bruma county are advised to tip their swords or arrow heads in poison as this primitive race has a particular weakness to it - one of the few pieces of folk wisdom surrounding Ogres which has been shown to be objectively true. Adventurers who believe they can confuse Ogres with riddles or bribe them with large potatoes might find that too much reliance on folk wisdom can be fatal, however.

(Writing: Pilaf the Defiler / Art: Lady Nerevar)

Sex. Matters.

100 Women 2014: The taboo of menstruating in India

“I will never let my daughter suffer the way I do when I have my period. My family treats me like an untouchable.

"I’m not allowed into the kitchen, I can’t enter the temple, I can’t sit with others.”

There’s a sense of determination in 32-year-old Manju Baluni’s voice. I met her in a remote village in Uttarakhand, a hilly state in the north of India.

In India, there is generally a silence around the issue of women’s health - especially around menstruation. A deep-rooted taboo feeds into the risible myth-making around menstruation: women are impure, filthy, sick and even cursed during their period.

‘Tense and worried’

People believe that menstruating women should not take baths and are anaemic.

A recent study by a sanitary towel manufacturer found that 75% of women living in cities still buy their pads wrapped in a brown bag or newspaper because of the shame associated with menstruation.

They also almost never ask a male family member to buy sanitary towels or tampons.

I grew up in a house full of women, but we still never discussed openly one of nature’s most normal rites of passage.

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Girls learn to hide their stained unhygienic cloths from men after washing them, says Rupa Jha

My mother used to cut up old bed sheets and hide them in a box, ready to be used by her four young daughters.

The biggest challenge was to dry those pieces of cloth. I have vivid memories of feeling tense and worried about the whole process.

I was taught the trick by my elder sisters - how to slip these stained clothes under other clothes without any men noticing them. We could not risk putting them out in the open under the sun to dry completely.

Felt 'very dirty’

The result was that they never got properly dry, leaving a horrible stench. The unhygienic cloth got used over and over again.

Lack of water made the cleaning process even more cumbersome and unhygienic. The story has not changed much since then for many Indian women.

Many recent studies show that these practices constitute a serious threat to health. It’s reported that at least one in five girls in India drop out of school due to menstruation.

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Some girls stop going to school when they have their period

Fifteen-year-old Margdarshi lives in a remote village in Uttarakashi.

She loves going to school though it means a long difficult trek through very hilly terrain. She never misses her classes, except for last year when she almost gave up her studies after she got her period for the first time.

“The biggest problem was managing it. It still is. I feel embarrassed, angry and very dirty. I stopped going to school initially.”

'A human issue’

She wants to be a doctor and wonders why boys in her biology class laugh so much when the teacher explains the process of menstruation.

“I hate it. I wish we could be more relaxed and feel comfortable talking about it. This happens to every woman so what is there to laugh about?”

Anshu Gupta, founder of a non-governmental organisation, Goonj, feels that the problem lies in the fact that this has been made into a women’s issue.

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In India women make sanitary towels from recycled cloths

“It’s not a women issue. It’s a human issue but we have just isolated it. Some of us need to come out of this culture of shame and silence. We need to break it.”

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An organisation is working to dispel myths

Trying to ending the silence around the issue, Goonj is one of several groups that are running campaigns to educate people about menstruation and the myths around it.

It works in 21 out of 30 states in India.

The organisation is also making cheap sanitary towels from recycled cloths to help those 70% of Indian women who don’t have access to safe and hygienic pads.

Shattering myths

Other thriving initiatives are also trying to break the taboos around menstruation.

Menstrupedia, a website run by four Indians, aims at “shattering myths and understandings surrounding menstruation” and features comic books and succinct guides on puberty, menstruation and hygiene management. It receives more than 100,000 visitors a month.

A school dropout from the southern Indian state of Tamil Nadu was among the first to start making cheap sanitary pads using simple machines.

A Muruganatham says the sanitary towel has to be “brought out of the closet”.

It is tough being a woman of modest means in India, and it’s not going to change any time soon.

But gradually women have started to take charge of their lives. Many of them are not stuck at home during their period - they can choose to go out, work, or continue with their studies.

Most importantly, they are beginning to talk about it. Without feeling embarrassed.

A Happy Accident

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It had been a long day of hiking with the company of Thorin Oakenshield and all were ready for a hot meal and rest. As you were moving through such hilly terrain, it was impractical to ride the ponies, so everyone was groaning about having to be on their feet all day. Thorin had called everybody to a halt, and was surveying a sheltered area at the side of a huge grey cliff that went up into the clouds. It was the only almost level land that he had seen all day and he gave the order to set camp there. Everybody rushed to get as close to the fire as possible, just like your bad luck you ended up in the spot behind Bombur. The heat of the fire would literally never reach your tired bones now. You sat down in a huff, crossing your arms and frowning. You could hear muffled laughter coming from just behind you, you turned to see Thorin trying to stifle his laughter behind his hand.

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Urbanscapes of Mexico - Tijuana 

Tijuana is a relatively new city, by Mexican standards being founded only in 1889 along the United States Mexico border. It encompasses 246 square miles and has a population of more than 1.7 million people. Since the 1980′s the city’s population has nearly quadrupled in size adding stress on infrastructure and development. Many informal settlements surround the city in a central ring, though new planned suburban divisions can now be found even further in the periphery. 

Tijuana’s unique position along the American border has allowed it to become a multinational city as many people from other parts of the republic and Central America located here in hopes of achieving the Mexican or American dream. Many people who live in Tijuana work across the American border in cites like San Diego and vice versa. Many tourists visit Tijuana and surrounding cities such as Rosario adding to its international status. Tijuana like other cities in northern Mexico like Monterrey have become the new lands of opportunity though they have been been subject to cartel violence. 

The socioeconomic form of Tijuana is a mix of extreme poverty and wealth. Many new developments can be found throughout the city along side neglected properties in the urban core. The physical form of the city is influenced by its location on hilly terrain which sets a particular challenge for a cohesive urban form.  Tijuana has rapidly grown to become one of Mexico’s leading cities in what seems the blink of an eye. if current trends continue it is set to surpass other leading cities such as Puebla and Guadalajara. 

Los Haitises” means “little hills” – so it’s easy to see how Los Haitises National Park got its name. Located in Samaná, the park is most easily accessible by boat from Samaná town. The hilly terrain is home to birds and other wildlife, as well as many caves where visitors can swim in fresh water. The ancient Taino people used some of these caves in ancient times, and their paintings and carvings can still be found throughout the national park.

“Los Haitises” significa “pequeñas colinas” – Es muy fácil de ver de dónde el Parque Nacional Los Haitises obtiene su nombre. Por su ubicación en Samaná, es más fácil acceder al parque en bote desde el pueblo de Samaná. Su terreno abrupto alberga aves y otras especies silvestres, así como muchas cavernas donde los visitantes pueden nadar en agua fresca. Los antiguos taínos usaban algunas de estas cuevas ancestrales en los tiempos antiguos y sus pinturas y tallados aún pueden ser encontrados por todo el parque nacional.