Deadlifts give me fits sometimes.
Last week I pulled 215. Today I struggled with 195.
Heavily-armed soldiers without identifying insignia guard the Crimean parliament building after taking up positions there earlier in the day on March 1, 2014 in Simferopol, Ukraine. The soldiers’ arrival comes the day after soldiers in similar uniforms stationed themselves at Simferopol International Airport and Russian soldiers occupied the airport at nearby Sevastapol in moves that are raising tensions between Russia and the new Kiev government. Crimea has a majority Russian population and armed, pro-Russian groups have occupied government buildings in Simferopol. (Photo by Sean Gallup/Getty Images)
Some service dogs help with “emotional stability.”
I’m sorry, but if you don’t have a physical disability, your “service dog” is just a government funded pet.
Actually for people with PTSD, anxiety, and depression, having a service dog could save them from harming themselves or others. So I don’t know your reasoning for demeaning the value of a service dog that aids in the mitigation of severe psychological disorders, but hey that’s your opinion I guess.
Fun fact: in 2009 I was one of those 200,000 women who used a gun to prevent a (probably sexual) assault.
This fact is my single biggest reason for opposing gun control.
Meanwhile in Kiev
I have only heard the story behind this picture once, but it literally brought tears to my eyes. On September 11, 2001, a hijacked plane knifed into the side of the Pentagon. We all know that. What very few people have heard is shortly afterwards, the director of a nursery in the building stood looking at the children in her charge, wondering how to move all of the babies and toddlers to safety.
A marine rushed into the room and asked if she was alright. She needed help and she told him that. He turned and ran out; the woman assumed that he had gone away for good. As she formulated a plan of action, she heard footsteps in the hall.
The man had returned—this time, though, he was not alone. At least forty other Marines followed him. They picked up the babies in their cribs, the toddlers, the helpless infants. They carried them through the halls and to a nearby park, where they arranged the cribs in a circle and set the toddlers in the middle. Then they stood guard outside, never allowing the children to be unattended.
When I first saw this picture, I thought that the man carrying the children was their father. Now I realize that he was not related to them by blood, but by nationality. He is an American. They are American children. He is not their father, he is their protector. He’s a United States Marine.
Brandon Lilly on 3 common bench press mistakes. Some good stuff here.
I saw a rant this morning on Fb that really made me mad.
Not at the poster but at the culture.
The lifting community is complete shit 95% of the time. People are afraid of posting photos or videos because the first thing people always do is pick…
Visibility, recognition, and respect.
Craig Remsburg, father of Army Ranger Sgt.1st Class Cory Remsburg, center, watches as his son acknowledge applause from first lady Michelle Obama and others during the State of the Union address Tuesday on Capitol Hill in Washington.
(Photo by J. Scott Applewhite. Article by Laurie Kellman of The Associated Press, via Army Times. Source.)
Wounded veteran Cory Remsburg had met President Barack Obama three times before Tuesday night— once in France and twice since a roadside bomb in Kandahar, Afghanistan, on his 10th deployment. Number four was at Obama’s State of the Union address, when the Army Ranger inspired the emotional high point of the evening.
Toward the end of Obama’s policy-heavy address, the president gestured toward the uniformed man from Phoenix seated next to first lady Michelle Obama and described the difference between the Remsburg he’d met the first time— “sharp as a tack”— and the wounded warrior his fellow soldiers found face-down in a canal, underwater, with shrapnel in his brain.
“The next time I met him, in the hospital, he couldn’t speak; he could barely move,” Obama said to the now-silent crowd in the House chamber. “Over the years, he’s endured dozens of surgeries and procedures, and hours of grueling rehab every day.”
As Obama spoke, the heads of lawmakers, Supreme Court justices and Cabinet members swiveled to their right and upward toward Remsburg, who had been clapping all evening by patting his right hand on his chest. His left hand lay curled in a brace.
Remsburg, seated beside his father, Craig, is still blind in one eye and struggles on his left side, Obama said. But he’s slowly learned to speak, stand and walk again. He’s been awarded the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart.
“Like the Army he loves, like the America he serves, Sgt. 1st Class Cory Remsburg never gives up and he does not quit,” Obama said.
Everyone in the chamber stood and applauded Remsburg for a minute and 44 seconds, the most sustained applause of the evening.
Wearing a bow tie under his uniform, Remsburg stood, waved and gave a thumbs-up. Obama returned it.
As Obama made his way out of the House chamber, Remsburg was helped up the steps of the gallery by his father. What was left of the crowd turned toward him again and applauded.
A Drill Sergeant shout orders to his troops during an inspection of the Guard at Stirling Castle.
1st Battalion Scots Guards and 105th Regiment Royal Artillery (Volunteers) manned Stirling Castle to mark the Official Birthday of Her Majesty The Queen in June 2013.
Crown Copyright 2013
Photographer: Mark Owens, MoD
Well, I do find it pretty funny that a lot of people always ask me if I accept where I am, how I look.
As if it should be hard for me to accept that my legs have the maximum force of 1000 lbs. If it’s hard for me to accept that all those hours of training has given me such a strength that I can lift 191 lbs from the ground. That it’s hard for me to accept that I can lift my body in the most amazing ways for a long time and hold poses I’ve always dreamed about doing and now I finally can. If it’s hard for me to accept that I can run over 20K with a heavy and cold wind blowing against me in 2 hours and 15 minutes. If it’s hard for me to know how to give it all if that’s what is needed from me. If it’s hard for me to know that I can run longer and faster than the average boy on my age in Norway. If it’s hard for me to accept that I’ve built myself up entirely on my own.
If it’s hard for me to accept that my body is the way it is because I have built it up to get stronger, faster and mentally better than I was before.
If it’s hard for me to accept that my body is the way it is because my goals in life is to be strong enough to carry those who need me to carry them because the can not do it themselves.
I don’t accept myself for how I look or who I am.
I’m proud of it.
Elise is queen
If anybody is a Viking, it’s definitely her!!
It bothers me that people ask Elise this. My goal is to be just like her, obviously with differences because of different body types and all… but I aspire to have a similar body and similar attitude. There isn’t anything shameful in her body because not only is her body strong, but it’s still petite. Just because she doesn’t have a genetic thigh gap or a pre-pubescent body type doesn’t mean that she isn’t little or thin. Like. Just because someone isn’t shaped like a runway model doesn’t mean they are overweight or should be uncomfortable with themselves. Every body is different and it’s like everyone is too pre-occupied with the body type models have, and if you don’t have that body then “how are you comfortable with who you are?” Which is a very wrong way of looking at it. And it’s even worse that so many people have collectively asked Elise this that she has questions about if why people ask, and I’m glad that she’s proud of her body. She needs to be. Regardless of if this is an old ask, it still upsets me.
Just because you aren’t comfortable with not being a model doesn’t mean you should plant that seed in others because you think models are the epitome of beauty. Yeah, they’re gorgeous. But average bodies, or non average ass kickers like Elise, are gorgeous too.
Beauty isn’t confined to one body type and neither is the ability to be comfortable in your skin.