running in hot weather

Show Her

A/N: So this is my first Marvel imagine and of course the first had to be Bucky bc who doesn’t love some Bucky. I’m going to warn you right now, it’s probably terrible so shoot me if I don’t do him justice. Okay :) (Credits to gif owners!)

All everybody had been saying for the past few months was ‘show her’ and now the words were repeating in his head among other things non-stop. He cared for her oh so much. Maybe she never noticed how he felt but she did always reciprocate the love he showed. When he couldn’t sleep, or when he just needed advice to ask a girl out that wasn’t her, maybe even when he was insecure and even asked her what to wear the next day because he didn’t know what color looked best on him.

Yep…she was there. For the stupid little things and all the way to cleaning him up when he got home from a mission. Bruised and battered, a split lip or a bloody nose. She’d even patched up a gash on his last living arm, the 'good one’ he called it. The one that made him stand out unlike the rest and the glob of metal for an arm on the opposing side of his body made it harder to go undercover with Steve. Y/N even helped scrape dirt out of the crevices in the monster of an apendage.

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Quick fact. Ready?
When we workout at moderate intensities, the vessels in our skin dilate in order to send more blood to the surface and release heat from the body.
However at high intensities, that blood is redirected towards the heart and working muscles to fuel their high levels of work. This leads to less thermoregulation, and thus a higher risk of overheating when working at very high intensities, especially in hot weather.

I’m going to be honest and say that I am guilty of running on a fasted stomach for 9/10 of my practices at 3:45 in the afternoon.
I use my busy schedule as an excuse for saying I don’t have time to eat during the day.
But today I purposely didn’t bring my running clothes to campus so I would have to walk home and therefore eat something.
And guess what?
My run felt so easy and smooth. I ran 7:17 pace for 7.6 miles and I know that’s not breaking records or anything but that was one of my fastest runs yet after being injured.
My body responded to fuel and was happy!
it allowed me to run free and strong in the hot weather.
I was all by myself (as of most days I run alone) and I was so at peace and didn’t want to stop.


“I’m gonna bust”

anonymous asked: Could you please do a vernon smut where you give him a blow job ? But can you write it from his perspective and theyre dating. Thanks

Summary: Vernon invites you over to hang out and watch movies, which ends up with you both in a very explicit scene with a quick ending. 

Warnings: terrible smut ahead! 

I hope this is okay for you guys! I know it’s not the best! 

As soon as he opened the door, Vernon knew tonight would be a long one. 

Your cute short hair was down and hanging just above your shoulders, your thick thighs and lovely ass shoved into a pair of tiny yoga shorts. Don’t even get him started on the way your- well his, oversized baggy t-shirt almost engulfed you whole. 

Vernon prayed to whatever God that was out there that you wouldn’t want to roll up into your usual ball and cuddle with him tonight. However, the God’s weren’t listening to his silent prayers today.

You immediately threw your arms around your boyfriends frame, almost clinging to him like a koala, and that’s when he knew that the long night had just begun.

You were unusually cuddly this movie night, you guys weren’t even watching anything scary, in fact, Vernon intentionally rented a children’s movie just so there would be no sex scenes. 

His hormones were running wild lately, especially during the hot weather and seeing you in short shorts and cute frilly tank tops, and god damn those skirts- “No,” Vernon whispered to himself, knowing his wild imagination run wild. 

“What was that?,” You asked curiously, innocent eyes staring up at him as you had turned your head from Zootopia to look at your whispering boyfriend. 

“Um, nothing, I was just saying that this movie is really cute,” Vernon improvised, sweating on the inside. 

You shrugged, turning back to look at the movie, but not before planting an innocent kiss on the side of his cheek. Which obnoxiously, wasn’t that innocent of a gesture to Vernon’s raging testosterone. 

He could already feel a slight tightness in his jeans just by staring at you when you walked in the door, and it was already increasing by the second. 

He silently looked up at the ceiling, his face scrunching in almost a painful like expression. 

He didn’t notice the way you had completely turned away from the children’s movie to look up at him and smirk. He didn’t notice that you’ve purposely been dressing more for him lately. He didn’t notice when you noticed his growing bulge in his pants. 

Vernon didn’t notice any of those things, he was too busy trying not to notice you, and the way you were curled into him, your thighs caressing his. 

“Vernon?” You said, causing him to jump, almost out of his skin. “Do you want me to help you?” Your voice was low and sensual. 

Vernon couldn’t help but send one more prayer to any God that was listening that you meant what he thought he meant, and this time, it seemed they had their ears wide open. 

“W-with what?” Vernon trembles, his bulge growing by the second as you look up at him with that innocent look. 

“You know what I mean,” You say, motioning with your hand to Vernon’s growing cock. 

He gulps, taking a deep breath before nodding. This was the moment his teenage hormones have been waiting for. He never wanted to pressure you, so he never asked, little did he know that you were just waiting for him to.

“Please,” Vernon pleads, feeling quite pathetic, yet ecstatic with every passing moment you stared at him.

You tied your hair up, getting in front of him on your knees. “You’re gonna have to help me, I’ve never done this before.” You admitted.

Vernon groaned, finding it almost too hot that the first dick in your mouth was going to be his. “I’ll guide you through it, if you need to stop, let me know” He calmed you, wanting to make sure you were 100% okay with what was about to go down. Literally. But, truth is, this has only happened one other time with his previous girlfriend, and it wasn’t terrible, but he knew the one from you would be much better. 

Vernon watched silently as you pulled down his zipper, your hands shaking slightly as you smiled up at him. His heart warmed, but so did his ballsack. 

“Remember, you don’t h-, Oh fuck!,” What started out as a comforting lecture turned into a loud exclaim from the boy.

You had taken his swollen cock in your hand, and squeezed, hard, and boy, did Vernon not expect that, especially mid-sentence. 

“Baby, you gotta slow down,” Vernon panted, almost ready to blow his load all over your pretty face. “Don’t squeeze so hard,” He choked out a smile. 

Vernon sat back and let you absorb his words, not wanting to pressure you, but also not wanting to cum so fast. After watching you sit and look perplexed for a good 10 seconds, he finally gave some advice, “Lick your hand, baby,” He said, his voice a lot calmer than before, but still choked, “It will help with lubrication,” He explained. 

Vernon sat with bated breath as you licked your hand, his mind going completely into the teenage boy gutter after seeing your fingers coated in saliva. He almost choked on his own spit when you slowly grabbed his cock in your tiny hand, the wetness allowing you to slide it through. 

“That’s i-it, baby girl, just like that,” Vernon encouraged, sitting back with his eyes closed, “U-um, if you want to, y-you can put it in your mouth?,” He suggested, almost as a question. His lips quirked up at the sides when he heard your small chuckle. The smile quickly faded as you licked the side of his head, causing his hand to jolt to the back of your head. “I-I’m so sorry!” He sputtered, his eyes shooting open as he saw that he had accidentally jerked your head to where your mouth was now engulfing his swollen head. 

He let out a small sigh of relief (and pleasure) when you shook your head, waving your hand as a signal that it was okay. “Just, t-tell me if you need to s-stop.” He grunted. 

You shut him up by licking his head again, this time fully, and Vernon was sure this wouldn’t last long. 

He couldn’t hold in his moans as you slowly took more of him in, silently choking on the girth of his cock. Vernon thought it was hot, but couldn’t help but let out a teeny smile at the way your cheeks were puffed out around him.

His hand lay still on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair to comfort you. But, his stroking stopped as his cock reached the hilt of your throat, causing Vernon to thrust harshly on instinct. You gagged around him and he moaned loudly, trying so hard to not put your hair into a makeshift ponytail and fuck your mouth. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,’ Vernon cried out, his head thrown back, and just like 20 minutes before, staring at the ceiling and trying to hold himself back. 

And just as before, you look up at him with the same wide eyed innocent look, and before he can stop himself, he lets out a loud moan, almost animal like, and the only words he can think of to warn you are, “I’m gonna bust!” 

Oh, hey, it’s been unseasonably cool in Boston, so maybe it’ll also be unseasonably cool in Virginia.

*checks weather*


Tumblr poll (also known as “I’m being indecisive”).

I’m looking for a half to register for. I’ll probably find a few local races, though our Thailand trip interferes with a lot of big races in late fall. I want to stick to 10k distance over summer, as I’d like to avoid hot weather training (I can’t run before work when it’s cool).

I started thinking about next spring and if I want to do any spring destination races. First thought: heck ya! Second thought: should I sign up if there’s a possibility I’ll be pregnant?

I’m currently leaning towards “go for it” territory, as I don’t want our family planning to dictate my life, and worst case scenario I’m out a registration (though could probably defer for most if needed).

And, if I sign up for spring races, who wants to suggest locations? 😃

the air settles on your skin,
a gentle destructive force
clouds shroud the sky, rushing in
only to keep on their course

away they pass without thought,
no relieving rain comes down
all that remains, remains hot,
the air so thick you might drown

a tease, little more than a game,
“it’s different this time,” you shriek
although it’s always the same,
a valley, never a peak

fleeting thunderstorms of june
may be thrilling in a way
enjoy them lightly, ‘cause soon
comes a better, colder day

while summer still clings to you,
keep smiling at the thunder
it’s nice, not constant or true
when it leaves you, don’t wonder

just idly observe the storm,
don’t run through it heedlessly
know that hot sun is the norm,
no weather comes needlessly

when it’s over, there’s no shock
sit back, relax, be patient
listen to the ticking clock,
autumn in summer, latent

you’ll smell it first, in the air,
it’ll take you by surprise
a cool, crisp day, bright and fair,
looks at you with trusting eyes

you’d forgotten how it feels,
or maybe you never knew
your overwhelmed heart, it reels
this sky is a different blue

this air is feels lighter, feels clean
these clouds make no false promise
gold begins fringing the green,
the once-cruel sun’s softened kiss

in the months that lie ahead,
you will be taught quite a lot
don’t forget the summer’s dread,
soon it will, again, be hot

when next it comes, be ready
you know now to close your ears
it’s unhealthy, unsteady,
exploiting your greatest fears

that voice may whisper to you
or howl and shake all the trees,
but you know what’s really true,
be patient, soon comes the breeze

I don’t remember time when I was running at 7AM last time. It’s getting hotter outside and temperature is the same as in summer. And I hate running in hot weather! Like really really really. So today I ran 4km and I’m happy I woke up early and just did it 😊

the new tigers jaw album is just fucking great isn’t it. dreamy hot weather music. the hours run together while i’m falling apart / it’s the only thing stopping me from calling you up 

I have just discovered how many READER APPRECIATIONS I owe to my wonderful and loyal fans!

I am going to be pretty busy catching up!  That is a great way to pull out of this bureaucratically caused nose dive.  Only two things can prevent me from getting them done!

One is power issues.  Hot weather and trying to keep my freezer running. Power is 100% solar, using cheap panels.  When I can, I need to upgrade them.

The second is finding out that a crate of things from my father’s shop has arrived in El Paso.  I would have to go and get them.  To me, they are priceless.

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anonymous asked:

When you think of your kids, what are the aesthetics that you think of??

>Pamala:tutu,anime,echo flowers,stage,energy,TeMmiEs,naping, rain,books,long hair,blue berrys.

Rhyan:boxing,rocks,company,food,cold hands,challenge,running,orange,hot weather,family

Sam:quitness,facts,reading,challege, success,library,friends,purple,watching, Writing,notebook

Luke:guns,shovel,work,independece, yellow,wheats,animals,thoughts,open fields,judment,guilt,roads

Eric:grass,food,pans,green,bread,friends,family,trust,bags,oven,acting,sunlight, tree,fire Amber:murder,isolation,money,toy knife,red,hate,snow,shadows,fear,cyan, Calm,planning,revenge

Explaining POTS

I have studied medical for a few years, and out of every physical disease I’ve so far come across, I’ve found the two hardest ones to explain to a person who has no medical experience is fibromyalgia and POTS. Other diseases seem to either have a simple physical explanation or are so well known and common that the average person knows someone with the condition and therefore are aware of the symptoms. Fibromyalgia I find is one of the hardest to explain. I’ve talked to many doctors and patients with it and the only explanation they are ever able to explain is that is an all over, widespread pain that flares up and goes down. So without actually experiencing the pain, the average person has no idea what is expected of the condition. I feel the same goes for POTS though. How is it easy to explain to someone that “oh yeah my heart goes fast and I get dizzy and nauseous when I stand up but also sometimes when I’m in too much heat or don’t drink a ton of water or don’t eat a lot of sodium and sometimes I pass out but not all the time and I have these attacks that feels like my hearts going to explode and I can’t sleep properly and eating makes my digestive system feel like its knotted but I hardly get any help with it because no ones ever heard of it”
That’s kind of a little too much for people to handle or process.
But I find people adapt. They figure out ways to describe it that is relatable for people. Here’s a couple examples:

tell people its like having a terrible hangover. Half a bottle of tequila and a case of 12 kind of hangover. That time at one in the afternoon the next day when you wake up from your bed, stand up too fast, and collapse to the ground on your knees dizzy and almost throwing up.
That’s pots. Every. Day.

Pots is like being forced to stand out in the sun, with no protection, on the hottest day of the year, with no water, and expected to keep standing until your legs give out.

Standing up with pots is like running a marathon, as fast as you can, in hot weather, with no stopping or resting until you reach the finish, throw up, and collapse.

Its like going on a really fast and long amusement park ride, like a roller coaster or one of those spinny things, or the ride that blasts you up super fast then super fast down again, after eating an eight course meal with your family.

Basically anything that has ever made a person dizzy to the point of falling or throwing up is relatable to POTS. Like spinning on one of those bloody tire swings, or those spinning metal death traps at the park, or when people spin in a circle with a baseball bat really fast and then try to run an obstacle course, or sitting on one of those spinny chairs as a kid and having your friend spin you as fast as you can.
…damn childhoods were dangerous.

Anyways, any other fun explanations you’ve given someone, feel free to reblog with your own experiences!

angellfallendown  asked:


I HATE HOT WEATHER. IT MAKES RUNNING MISERABLE AND GIVES ME AWFUL HEADACHES. July through October is pretty miserable here because it’s hot. I seriously don’t know how you Texans survive.

closed for; @crystalsgalaxy

yoongi finally got to the address crystal gave him, recognizing the house and telling the taxi man to stop by it. he thanked him and payed before getting out. he sighed because of the hot weather lately, running a hand through his newly dyed grey hair that his brother did for him then fixing it again before knocking the door. it was a big step away from his usually dark colors, and it made him nervous. “hey.” he smiled at her when she opened the door.

Headcanons about Daughters #2


  • Law’s daughter is probably into medical field too. But if her passion lies in something else, she will be really perseverant in learning it.
  • Will probably turn out as that studious and quiet girl with a hidden fierceness.
  • Law could be distant sometimes, so his daughter is pretty used to solitude and just being by herself. But she still loves him a lot because she knows her dad actually cares.
  • People seen as a threat to his daughter mysteriously disappears. Their bodies were never found……
  • Law’s daughter likes to sneak into his bed at night and snuggles against him. He never complains.
  • Law’s favorite moments are when he reads her to sleep (not the usual bedtime stories though. He reads his medical journals to her omg this dork) and he gets to enjoy the peaceful times late in the night with his daughter sleeping in his arms.
  • She takes the habit of her dad calling people’s name followed by -ya. Except Bepo. She calls Bepo “Teddy Bear”.


  • Precious dork will dote on his daughter for sure.
  • His favorite way to cheer his daughter up is by using his Devil Fruit power and creates fireworks-like display. Sometimes Marco helps out too.
  • Ace’s daughter will be doted upon everyone in Whitebeard crew. Try to harm her in any way and there’ll be war.
  • She’ll be almost immune to hot temperature for being around her dad so much. When everyone is complaining about how hot the weather is, she’ll be running around the deck like a hyperactive squirrel, laughing and poking fun at the nearly-fainting crew members.
  • Steals her father’s hat for fun and cuddles it on nights Ace can’t sleep with her.
  • Her deadliest attack is the puppy eyes. It gets her excused for almost literally anything. Oh, and it’s effective for the whole crew.
  • She gets really shy when Ace introduces her to Luffy. After an hour though, they’re running and jumping around Sunny’s deck like siblings. If she meets Sabo, he will dote on her so much and will be the one she confides in for girls’ talk.


  • Let’s face it, he would spoil his daughter with lots of things and unlimited amount of money. Designer bags? Buy it. Jewelry? Got it. A nice unhabited island just near Dressrosa with fantastic looking beach? Begin the construction process of Donquixote private villa now.
  • Will also teach her that she’s someone who is ‘above’ others and not just any average woman ever since she’s young.
  • Mingo’s daughter will probably turn out to be a spoiled brat, but she would take no shit from anyone and will be a strong & independent girl.
  • Also very badass and has a whole lot of skills since she has the resources to learn anything she wants to do (I mean, her dad’s a king) from sewing to shooting a target a mile away on bullseye.
  • Zero fashion sense. Someone please teach these dad and daughter a thing about fashion omg
  • Pink everywhere. Her room, her clothes, her lipstick, her bedspread, you name it. As her father taught her, ‘pink is a fabulous color befitting for a future queen’.
  • She probably keeps a pet flamingo.

Sodalite by gaixau
Gender: Male
Pronouns: he/his/him
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Romantic Orientation: Panromantic
Height: 7′1″
Weapon: Crystalized heeled boots: heel is extremely sharp; boots help with flight and kicks
Gem Type: Sodalite
Likes: ice skating, snow, Lapiz Lazuli, cocoa
Dislikes: his cracked gem, which contributes to his inability to generate ice along with walking problems, hot weather, dirt
Hobbies: He loves to ice skate, run, and anything that has to do with feet, even though he has problems with mobility. His weapons, however, allows him to walk properly, so he likes to train with them. He also enjoys ballroom dancing.
Talents/Skills: Before he cracked one of his gems, he was able to generate ice.
Personality: Sodalite is a prim and proper man, but is also pretty shy and introverted. He enjoys others’ company, even if he doesn’t speak up, as he has a soft voice. He has a habit of cleaning things, as he doesn’t like being messy.
Fusion Preference: Collaborate