I got my period the night before my first marathon. So I ran without a tampon. 

Have you ever run a marathon on the first day of your period? I got my flow the night before the London Marathon, and it was extremely painful. It would be my first marathon, and I remember already feeling so nervous for it. I spent a full year enthusiastically training hard, but I had never actually practiced running on my period.

I thought through my options. Running 26.2 miles with a wad of cotton wedged between my legs just seemed so absurd. I honestly didn’t know what to do. I knew that I was lucky to have access to tampons and Thinx. I was fortunate to be part of a society that has somewhat normalized menstruation — as long as there’s no visible evidence.

A marathon is in itself a centuries-old symbolic act. Why not use it as a means to draw light to my sisters who don’t have access to tampons and, despite cramping and pain, hide menstruation away like it doesn’t exist?

Everything was fine until I got to mile 9.

rubichronological asked:

Is there a fifth part to the Clarke's a gymnast fic?

elite, pt. 5 | now on ao3

The first home game had arrived, and Clarke stood with a small lamely decorated box in front of Bellamy’s locker. She had the combination but there was something oddly intimate about going through someone else’s locker. 

She took a deep breath a turn the dial slowly, waiting for it to click. As she opened it, what she found almost surprised her. It was tidy– no trash or loose papers anywhere. His textbooks were stacked neatly together, along with three novels, and a red leather notebook with post-it notes sticking out of random pages. There was a picture of Bellamy and Octavia that had to have been quite old, as Octavia was missing her two front teeth and Bellamy was all arms and legs. 

It made her smile to think of the younger Blake’s. Shaking her head, she refocused on her mission. She slid the Pep Box into the locker and closed it quickly. 

Mission accomplished.

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8ft spike? 😱