miles in the morning


Run streak day: 142

Miles for the year: 584.72

3 slowish miles done!!!

My right leg was giving me some problems this morning, so I went super easy, hopefully some deep stretching will help cause I’m sore.

Now for some good news, the heat finally broke!!
It will still be 100° today but that 10° cooler than yesterday so I’ll take it lol.

Happy running everyone!!!!

anonymous asked:

How do you deal with high mileage mentally? Especially on the days that you double. I can't wrap my head around doing a 7 mile morning run and then a 5 mile afternoon run without feeling exhausted by the thought. I'm only used to doing short doubles, like 5 miles in the morning and 2 or 3 max in the afternoon.. I want to be successful and fast and I know that I need to step up my game so I can reach my goal weekly mileage but it just seems impossible

You definitely don’t need to do huge doubles to hit a good amount of mileage! My coach likes to use “short short” doubles so like 4-5 in the morning and 4-5 in the afternoon is an example. Weirdly, using half miles mentally helps me a lot. for example, on a double day, if I need to run 11 miles I will do 6.5 and then 4.5 because it feels way easier to me in my head (honestly I have no idea why.) Definitely don’t just jump in to doing huge double days, just ease your way into it. When I started doubling I typically only did 5 and 3 or 6 and 3, so I was right where you were at (and the season I did that I became an All-American)

Triple treat: Eclipse, comet, full moon all coming Friday night 2/10/17

Penumbral lunar eclipse

Not as spectacular — or noticeable — as a total lunar eclipse, this rather subtle phenomenon occurs when the moon moves through the outer part of Earth’s shadow (known as the penumbra), according to

The outer shadow of the Earth blocks part — but not all — of the sun’s rays from reaching the moon, making it appear slightly darker than usual.

Full “snow” moon

As required during any lunar eclipse, the moon will be full Friday night. And this month it’s nicknamed the “snow” moon.

According to the Farmers’ Almanac, full moon names date back to Native Americans in the northern and eastern U.S. Each full moon has its own name.

“The tribes kept track of the seasons by giving distinctive names to each recurring full moon,” the almanac reports. “Their names were applied to the entire month in which each occurred.”

Comet 45P

A few hours after the eclipse, Comet 45P, which has been visible after sunset for the past two months through binoculars and telescopes, makes its closest approach to Earth, when it will be “only” 7.4 million miles away, NASA said.

Look to the east around 3 a.m. Saturday morning, where it will be visible in the sky in the constellation Hercules. Binoculars or a telescope could be helpful. Watch for a bright blue-green “head” with a tail.

It will be visible in various points of the night sky until the end of February, according to NASA.

MILES: Phoenix, what are you doing now?

PHOENIX: Documentation, Miles! Think of it as some kinda project.

PHOENIX: A glimpse into the everyday lives of young souls such as ours…

PHOENIX: Think of all the amazing things we’ll discover!

MILES: I don’t get it.

PHOENIX: And that’s why you’re not the art student here.

This is the summer about me and my body

After just finishing my 2nd year of college (literally a day ago) and coming home I realized I want this summer to be about me and my body. Today I went to the gym, yoga studio, and grocery store, signed up (and bought food) and tbh spent a decent amount of money. I’m ready for committing my summer to me and my body. I AM going to lose the weight, I AM going to get toned, and I AM going to eat healthy. Starting with the first day of summer (today), I am on a no gluten or dairy diet, I am running a mile every morning right when I wake up, I am going to the gym and hot yoga everyday, and I am going to enjoy every ounce of it. I AM going to love watching people be amazed at my body transformation, I AM going to be the person you see everyday at the gym, and I AM going to make myself proud. I AM committed and I AM ready. 

The morning after her father died, the first thing Laura saw upon waking was Bobby, curled up around his Wolverine doll–the one that he’d carried out of the lab, through a sewer, bundled into the fake bottom of a crate in the back of a truck, up the 5, across the deserts of Utah, the Rockies, and the long flat north that came after. He had carried it through these woods, through this fight and this flight, and there he was sleeping, pudgy hands curled close around it.

Laura had read the comics Gabriela and the other nurses had brought in for them. They had been assigned to learn how to read briefs, maps, instruments, but Gabriela had brought Laura comics about heroes.

In the lab, they had taught Delilah how to drag poison from green veins, how to find the sharpest edge at her beck and call, to strangle. The day before, Delilah had shredded the life out of men with a screaming rain of pine needles. She had wrapped long grasses around Rhodes’s ugly bolo tie and dragged him down and down. But that next day, that dawning day, Laura woke up to see Delilah calling small yellow apples down from a tree blooming out of season.

It had been a story in a comic book, Eden. It had been fiction, a fantasy, a dream, a random set of coordinates. Logan had suspected they would find nothing when they got there. He had been sure.

Sometimes promises are fiction. Sometimes they’re written on the backs of twice-folded photographs. Sometimes the nurse with the steadiest hands whispers to you in the middle of the night come with me child, wake up child, curl up in this duffel bag, stay quiet child, believe me child, we’re going, we’re going, I’ll get you somewhere safe.

Laura had curled up in that fabric-walled darkness, clutching her backpack to her chest. She had her ball, the paperwork that was her life writ out, two battered comic books. A photograph with a list of whispered names. They were not supposed to have names any more than they were supposed to have birthdays or comic books or childhoods.

Kind hands were waiting for them at the end of this journey. There was refuge. There were new names, visas and school where no one should bleed for anything except loose teeth and ignored blisters.

Logan had scoffed, and Laura hadn’t listened. She had said her friends’ names over and over. He had pointed to coordinates in a comic book, and she had said her family’s names over and over. She knew, the way Logan never did, the way Logan never would, that some days stories save you. Sometimes a nurse calls you child instead of by number, and gives you flimsy precious pages to read in the dark.

They knew the comic books were comic books. Laura knew, before she ever met Logan and his smelly, hopeless self, that the X-Men were no gods among men. Flimsy pages—she understood flimsy. She understood the way things tore–pages, clothing, skin and ligaments.

But sometimes you can make the story real. “Eden,” they said. They pressed the coordinates hand to hand, whisper to whisper, and they ran. They promised each other, and they found each other there, at coordinates that had been nothing until they made them a waystation, a place to rest. A watchtower.

Laura had carried so little out of that lab. She had the metal that lined her bones. She had her family’s names. She had a set of coordinates in a battered old comic, and she would carry that forever. It wasn’t real, but she was. It wasn’t real, that Eden, that haven, but she had been there.

She had run shrieking into Rictor’s arms. She had cried on Bobby and danced around the hard cracked dirt with him, each swinging the other in wide circles. Logan had slept safe there for the last time. She would carry it forever. Fading, flimsy pages. A tired man with a funny beard.

They would go next over shallow valleys and dry rocky peaks. Delilah would hunt down a deer in the woods, walking silent on fallen leaves and little sprouts, calling death down green and blooming. Rebecca would cook it up over the fire Bobby raised from sparks, and Laura would lie on her back with her hands on her full rounded belly and pretend she was a lion. When they came down from the mountains, the wide low fields would roll out below them for miles. There would be so much sky.

But for now, in this morning, this dawning day–there was a little boy in a wood, who was the safest he’d ever been. There was a little boy in a wood, with a yellow Wolverine doll held to his chest and Laura sat there in the waking light, watching him breathe.

captbuccaneer  asked:

molly, consider,,,, the briggs bunch when they're sick. GO!!


  • Buc is the biggest baby about it like “Miles I can’t move bring me soup” and “can I have tea with honey and lemon” and “can you bring me more books I already finished these” and of course his every request is granted
  • Miles keeps on working and insists he’s fine until he falls over or someone physically hauls him to bed
  • Patricia is well aware of the irony of the situation and doesn’t want to hear about it. she just wants to take a hot bath and sit by the fire
  • Olivier is pretty good at hiding it whenever she’s sick but as soon as someone finds out she’s immediately fussed over and doted upon by everyone in the vicinity (which she secretly loves). she always recovers in record time because Efficiency is important
The Idea

Word Count: 3468 (This is the danger you run with sending me Steve requests, okay?)

Request(s):  “Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” AND “ OMG burden of proof was tooooo CUTE!! I saw that the request had an ‘or Steve’ as well!! Please please please please!! But like you’re actually in a relationship, and just blushy flustered Steve– oh lord Sarah, please!!” 

Warnings: Language, weird threats, and much kissing

A/N: Hey, guys, remember me? IT’S A MIRACLE! I finally finished something. Oh my God. It’s been so long. I may have forgotten how to do this. I’m getting nervous. 

Bucky Version

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Are you kidding me, man? That’s a great idea! I’m happy for you.”

Sam’s voice reached you as if through a long tunnel as you turned the corner into the kitchen, eyes still half closed with sleep, hair very much disheveled. The wide, hopeful grin on Steve’s face brought a sparkle to his eyes and drew a blissful sigh from your lips. Both men stiffened in surprise as your happy sound alerted them of your presence, and Sam pursed his lips to hide a smile as he turned to search aimlessly through the cabinets. Steve cleared his throat nervously, but when he turned to face you his expression was bright and open.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile as you shuffled sleepily into his open arms.

“Mornin,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you snuggled into his chest.

“The sun only rises for you, love and light of my life,” Sam called to you, earning an eye roll from Steve and a quiet giggle from you.

“Are we that gross?” you asked thoughtfully, lifting your head to look up at Steve.

“I sincerely hope not.”

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Profiles in Choice: Volume 2

School choice is an illusion.  It is not a universal possibility. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs to take into account far more variables than they are currently considering.

You know what makes it possible for some students to choose schools outside of their immediate districted area and makes it impossible for others? Transportation.

Some students have cars.

Some students have parents who can drop them off and pick them up.

Some students can afford to Uber or Lyft to and from school every day.

And some students do not have money for the bus.

Do you see the difference?

Some cities have free transportation to and from school for students. I salute the excellent people who worked so hard to make this a reality. But far too many still do not. So, students have to pay, walk, or be transported. Spoiler alert: this really limits their choices.

At my school there is a charming brother and sister pair who used to ride to school on matching bikes every day. But one day the brother messed up his tire en route. Without the money to fix the problem, he has had to stop riding for the past couple of months. Now they take turns on one skateboard and one bicycle. She is older, so sometimes he holds onto her shoulder and she pulls him. They are tardy with increased regularity. I called their mother, a caring, hard-working woman. You know what she told me? “Yeah, I worry a lot about them out on the roads, too.”

You know what she doesn’t have? Another choice. She can’t drive them; she has to work instead, in order to be able to continue to feed them. So this is how it is for now.

One girl in my speech class has a protective father. He does not like her getting home by herself after dark. So, this good man picks her up every day. When he gets out of work. Sometimes as late as 7 p.m. At least she can get her homework done.

“Ms. S, can you lend me a dollar for the bus?” is almost as common a question in my room as, “What are we doing today?” or, “What page are we on?”

Many of my students can’t afford even a reduced price bus pass. I imagine for Mrs. DeVos and her friends this doesn’t seem like such a common occurrence. To them it is probably unimaginable. But she probably never had to go without eating so that her children could eat either, as one of my student’s “Personal Hero Speech”  revealed had been the case in her family.

Mrs. DeVos probably never had to spend a chunk of her minimum wage salary on splitting Ubers with her three friends just to get to school in the morning, or walk over a mile in the rain just to get back home. Mrs. DeVos probably does not understand that not everyone can just make a choice and a magic money fairy appears to make that choice a reality.

Ms. DeVos only knows that, “…public schools are not succeeding. In fact, let’s be clear, in many cases, they are failing.”

And she also knows she is just the right choice to ride in and change all that.

Elijah Imagine

@anna-aka-missmarvel -  #25 with Elijah? Maybe she walks home/ somewhere else and it’s darks. And Y/N gets a little bit paranoid because she knows everything about the Vampire, Werwolf thing and yeah. Just an idea. Feel free to write it how you like it. 

#25 “It’s me! It’s me! Calm down, baby, please.”  

*Hope you enjoy!*


It was just past 10 pm when you were let off from work and you were finally walking home through the darkened chilling streets of New Orleans. You hated walking to and from work on your own at night but you also never wanted to bother your boyfriend Elijah with your worries.

He was already tense as it is with every supernatural creature practically after his family, and you felt guilty for wanting him to help you with the simple task of walking home to your apartment.

But tonight, you felt an unnerving chill run through your spine as you felt someone’s eyes on you, making you turn around constantly every few minutes but to see nobody there. You shook off the thought finally, blaming it on your subconscious making up scenarios to scare you and continued to walk forward, which is when they attacked you.

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