Daria Nifontova

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jamjarsing:

Perf

Сделал подборку фильмов про бег на IMDB. Т.к. там нет фильмов из СССР, продолжу здесь:

Быстрее собственной тени (1980)

Петр Королев, мастер спорта и будущий инженер-металлург, благодаря своей настойчивости и силе воли завоевал право участвовать в международных соревнованиях по легкой атлетике. На соревнованиях по бегу, когда уже было ясно, что побеждает Петр Королев, один из бегунов неловким движением сбивает его соперника, рекордсмена мира на длинных дистанциях Рольфа Шмидта. Заметив это, Петр останавливается и помогает Шмидту подняться. Так началась их дружба. Но спорт есть спорт. И уже на Олимпийских играх в Москве Петр Королев на финишной прямой обходит своего друга и достойного соперника.

Тактика бега на длинную дистанцию (1978)

О подвиге врача Ивана Русака, одного из лучших бегунов страны, который во время второй мировой войны, используя тактику бега на длинной дистанции, отвел фашистскую группировку от партизанского лагеря.

Мужские игры на свежем воздухе (1978)

Первая встреча двух ведущих десятиборцев страны — многократного чемпиона Андрея Бурова и победителя юниорского первенства Виктора Асеева — для обоих стала драматичной. Поставив цель — любой ценой одержать победу друг над другом, герои упустили из виду нетитулованного соперника из Красноярска. 

Еще на Рутрекере есть пара хороших фильмов про технику бега:

Chi Running. Бег в стиле Тай цзи 

POSE.Method.of.running

Напишите мне, если я что-то забыл. Приятного просмотра. 

P.S. На фото Reggie Pearman

Welcome to the Overthinker’s Guide — a weekly column that aims to advise overthinkers on the difficult situations that seem to characterize the lives of those who too often succumb to analysis paralysis. This week, I’ll cover being the only person in the coffee shop who can’t access the WiFi.

So: You’re in line at a coffee shop you’ve wanted to go to for awhile because from the outside looking in the place appears to have a great amount of natural light and you heard from your friend who went there last week that a) there are an ample amount of outlets, b) the baristas are WiFi-hobo friendly, c) the two bathrooms are single, unisex, which is especially important to you because relieving yourself around other people is anxiety inducing, and d) the music is not egregious. You’ve just now ordered your standard coffee and are halfway waiting halfway ‘shadow guarding’ a particularly promising corner table at which you’ve spotted underneath not only an outlet but a surge protector which is like, bonus. You’re a bit nervous the table’s going to be taken before you get your coffee as there are at least three other people waiting around for their coffees, standing in various locations in close proximity to the pickup counter in the sort of way you stand around pickup counters, not sure where exactly you should be standing while constantly moving out of the way for passersby while ‘shadow guarding’ your desired table while convinced everyone standing around is scoping out the same position as you unless their order is to-go — which is a possibility you’re obviously hoping for — and you’re wondering Should I do it? Should I go sit down and claim it now and hope I hear my order called? And so you decide to do that. You sit down and your order is quickly called and you open your laptop and use the password you picked up at the counter. Your laptop will not connect to the WiFi.

Here’s what not to do:

1. Ask people around you if their Wifi is working. Overthinkers don’t do that because overthinkers are uncomfortable talking to people they don’t know because they hate to impose on anything, sentient being or not. While this is an endearing quality the practical ramifications are often crippling. A better alternative is to look over people’s shoulders and see if they’re accessing the internet.

2. Ask people around you for help. Never ask for help. See above.

3. Ask the barista if the WiFi is working. If you’ve seen that other people are using the internet, you can assume the WiFi is working. All asking the barista is going to do is make him or her ask you if you’ve restarted your computer and say that the WiFi is working for everyone else, so it must be your laptop.

Here’s what to do:

1. Take a mental breath. As an overthinker, the last thing you want to do is be forced to interact with another human being about your problems with WiFi, which is the product of a) your own idiocy, b) the coffee shop’s WiFi, or d) the universe shitting on you. Stay calm, take a mental breath, and focus on getting to the root of the problem.

2. Figure out if you’re being an idiot. The most desired reason for your inability to access the WiFi is your own idiocy.

Checklist for figuring out if you’re being an idiot:

• Is your airport or wireless card turned on?
• Have you restarted your airport or wireless card?
• Are you trying to connect to the right network?
• Do you have the password correct? (Is caps lock on? Are the “o”s actually “0”s? Have you written the password exactly how it was given to you?)
• If you are connected but unable to access the internet, are you connected
  to the right network?
• Have you restarted your browsers?
• Have you tried different browsers?
• Have you restarted your laptop?

3. Figure out if the coffee shop’s internet is broken. If you’ve crosschecked the above and still are unable to access the Wifi, it’s time to figure out if it’s a problem with the coffee shop’s internet.

Checklist for figuring out if the coffee shop’s internet is not working:

• Are other people on the internet?

4. Figure out if the universe has taken a shit on you. If other people are on the internet, the coffee shop’s internet is working. If you’ve also deduced that you aren’t being an idiot, you can assume that the universe has taken a shit on you. There can be no other reason. You’ve done everything you normally do when you successfully connect to the wireless and the coffee shop’s internet is functioning properly.

5. Cut your losses and leave the coffee shop.

DO:

• Close your laptop quietly and walk away.
• Read a book.
• Attempt to do your work without internet.

DON’T:

• Blame it on the coffee shop.
• Spew vitriol under your breath at the universe, the coffee shop, and the quality of their roasted blend.
• Laugh loudly and say “You may have won the battle this time, universe, but the war is far from over!”
• Buy another coffee and try for an hour to connect to the internet.
• Complain to anyone other than yourself, using your internal monologue.
• Come back if you want to use the WiFi.

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FUCK.

Do you know how quickly you can read through a well-written diary? An hour. One bus ride to work and you can go cover to cover.

But it’s been a galvanizing hour and at every stop I’ve had to calm the fierce urge to tear through the doors and sprint the full eight miles back to her house, explode through her front door in splinters and swallow her whole. Because being apart from her right now, on this morning, is akin to water boarding — I can’t breathe, even though there’s a world of air in my face.

I’ve never understood the word “precious” until right now. This piece of Madeleine’s soul in my hands.. my god, how sacred. How beautiful the whole of her for being able to distill such prose from that chaos.

My heart is going to burst into everyone’s coffee, splatter the pages of books, and drip, drip, drip on the bus, and the streets, and pool on your porch as I wait for you to open the door. And the moment you do, I swear, I’ll hit you like a tidal wave.

I’m so sorry, honey bee.

ethiopienne:

“i’m not homophobic, i just think gay people shouldn’t—”

“i know i’m white, but i don’t see anything wrong with saying nig—”

“you’re so pretty for a dark—”

“yeah i’ll use your preferred pronouns, but you weren’t born a —”

“if women didn’t want sex, why would they—”

i get both.

okcenemies:

He’s all out of fucks.

i love you.

theoreticalblogspot:

how i signed my check at chili’s

icekev:

LANA DEL REY - NATIONAL ANTHEM ( WITH A$AP ROCKY AS JFK )

toodopetoexist:

oops i dropped it.

heyoscarwilde:

In this world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely, and without a passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontiers.

Moby Dick illustrated by Jim Kay :: via the-book-show.blogspot.fr

via http://www.flickr.com/photos/goran86/6754641147/in/photostream

cripplingdespair:

blownoffstrangersandhotrodangels:

IT’S FUTURE DAY! Remember in Back To the Future, where Doc sets the DeLorean to a future date? That date is TODAY!

oh this is hella cool man

is this actually real this time i haven’t seen this movie in forever

Cover yourself in a black suit of armor. Present yourself with class, and look “put-together.” Don’t look too sad, but make sure your outer expressions convey some of the emotions you have quarantined inside. Paste a faux-smile across your face as you make your way down the aisle turning from right to left to witness the sea of blurred faces in the crowd. Take your seat and focus your attention on what will take place in front of you. Hold your mother’s hand on one side, and your grandmother’s on the other, support them, and show your strength for them. Remain calm, this will be difficult and is tearing you apart, but you can do it. You have to.

Focus your full and utmost attention on the minister in the pulpit. Get caught off guard when you see flickers of red in the stained glass windows to the left. Snap your head forward again as the organist comes to a halt. Attempt to stay focused, but gaze at the shiny red casket in front of you and imagine it as a chariot coming to take you away from this hell you are facing. Don’t think of yourself. You are the last one who needs taking care of. Think of your heartsick mother, your seemingly prosaic father, and your brother who is aching right along with you. Think of him. He would want you to be joyous. Don’t feel numb. Don’t feel anything at all.

Listen to the words of the minister and your loved ones. Some of these words you wrote, and yet to hear them spoken out loud is deafening. Listen to the descriptions of your brother’s character: loyal, loving, legendary. Have the words the others speak about your brother leave an impression on your heart and commit them to memory. They will be important later when you’re asked about what kind of person your brother was. Listen to the sobs floating through the audience like lilies, peaceful yet sorrowful. Sob. Go through at least two boxes of packaged, grainy tissue, which is more of a hindrance than an aide for your tears. Wish they could flow freely; wish your mind could as well. Offer these tissues to your family in the form of condolences. Grasp your mother’s hand tighter. Contemplate her eyes and notice the pain she is feeling expressed through the blue rivers she now views the world through. Rest your head on her shoulder and think of the last time you sat in a pew with her. Close your eyes, just for a second.

Try to grasp the concept that has been floating around about celebrating your brother’s life on this day. Listen to the songs that are played, so specific to him, and attempt a pleasant thought. Fail, and sink back into the grief you feel. Start sobbing harder as you hear your brother’s voice come through the speakers of the recording. Think about how buoyant it sounds and how joyful you feel when you hear it. Think about this being the only form you will ever hear it in again: muffled, mundane, malicious.

Watch the photos flash by your eyes on the screen positioned in front of the audience, photographic evidence that 25 years have passed. Look at the faces in the photos. Some are you, some are your brother, some your mom, some your dad, grandparents, cousins, friends. Detach yourself from what’s happening on the screen; you have already seen all these photos, you have lived them. Instead, look at the expressions of others around you, misconstrued conceptions of what your brother’s life was like. The expressions on their faces are captivated as they discover things from the photos they didn’t know before. Eagerly await the end of the slideshow, for this will also mark the end of this seemingly-forced production that has been put on in front of you for the last hour. Jump back into action as your duty of pallbearer has arrived. Take your place in line and feel the sleek texture of the handle as you join forces and lift the casket from its resting place in the church. Walk slowly. Don’t rush this meaningful march you were given the honor to take, but don’t let the faces in the crowd see the urgency in your step as you feel the exhaustion this physical task has impaled your emotions with.

Feel the sting of the February wind as you continue your duty through the double cathedral doors. Make your way to the car that waits, warm and inviting, the opposite of your feelings towards this day. Tighten your grasp and with all your strength, free the casket from your hold, be careful, and don’t let your mind wander too far into the logistics of this operation. Watch as the doors are closed and the car begins to leave, a horse trotting away with its rider. Feel the embrace from your remaining brother, cousins and friends. Hold them. Cry with them. Don’t speak. In this moment, there are no words to exchange.

Reflect on the events that have made today a reality as you silently ride to the committal. Hear the pounding on your door at 5 o’clock that morning followed by the low buzz of your grandfather’s voice as he tells you the news is bad. Reflect on how you felt in that moment and how your life was forever changed with those few words. Dig deep and try to remember the details of the scene, but try to forget them at the same time. Retract only the image of the orange cones and caution tape you saw on the interstate and immediately you knew this was where it had happened, this image now holds permanence in your mind. Shy away from these thoughts as you approach the cemetery, and prepare yourself for the production that lies ahead. Listen once more to the words of the minister, a man you have known for years, but never in this context. Gaze at the solemn faces around you and notice through the sobs that the rose you placed on top of the casket matches the shiny red metal. Touch the casket and silently pray. As a single beam of sunlight glistens on the casket, start to envision heaven and feel a microsecond of relief.

Talk with the people who are there to support you and your family when you get back to the church. Realize that the sea of faces has separated, and begin to recognize people who are here for you. Appreciate their words of encouragement, “It will get better with time,” “I am here for you,” but still feel the throbbing, abrasive emptiness. Hug them. Feel grateful for the outreach of your community. Trust your friends, they have been here from the beginning and they will be there in the end. Know that they are hurting too. Greet people you barely know. Pass by your grandpa and give him a hug, just because you know he needs it. Find your brother and ask him how he’s doing, tell him you love him. Make your way to the food that has been prepared and fill your plate. Take a few bites but then stop when you decide the food tastes about as satisfying as the plastic plate it rests on would taste. Help clean everything up and eventually go home. Be with your grief-stricken family for a few more days. Try to enjoy this time.

Dream for the next few weeks about the exact events of this day in the exact sequence they happened, but in a different setting every time. Wonder why this happens and ask questions about it. Remember the details of these dreams better than you do the ones from the actual day. Decide that these dreams aren’t real and what you were feeling that day felt unreal too.

Remember the years you had with your brother as you attempt to get back on your feet. Rejoice in knowing that you were such a significant part of his life, and cherish that. Develop a deeper understanding of why things happen and have faith. Laugh again, but continue to cry sometimes, the hole in your heart can only be mended, not fixed. Never forget, but continue through the ever-changing cycle of healing that is now your life.

Focus, listen, try, watch, feel, reflect, talk, dream, remember.

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image - Émile Friant

radiobread2:

This is weird as hell man

Все вы наверное уже знаете, что оптимальный и безопасный ритм для бега — не менее 180 касаний земли в минуту. Раньше я бегал под подкасты с Podrunner — но однообразная электронная музыка поднадоела и я решил поэкспериментировать.

1. Сервис Jog.fm — на нем можно подобрать музыку по темпу и жанру и собрать свой плэйлист. Вот например, что я слепил из хип-хопа. Скачать оттуда музыку нельзя, но это не главное — эти песни легко найти Вконтакте, на Рутрекере, где угодно, в общем.

2. Программа  Cadence — я натравил ее на свою медиатеку и за ночь она расставил теги с BPM в 10000 треках. Покопавшись в подходящей музычке, собрал плейлист для легкого бега. Забавно то, что песен с ритмом под 180 не так много, но можно брать песни 90 bpm в стиле фанк, ска или реггей и бежать под них касаясь земли и на сильную и на слабую долю. Потестирую плэйлист, а потом выложу или сведу, если получится.

3. Еще у Cadence есть бесплатная програмка для быстрой ручной проверки ритма ваших песен.

Если самим интересно покопаться, то вот пожалуйста:

• Список софта для определения скорости песен
• Подкасты для бега из айютюнз (я еще не слушал их) 
• Плэйлист с песнями 180bpm на Cпотифай 
• Целый раздел про музыку  на Runnersworld 
• The Most Mathematically Perfect Playlist for Running на  Gizmodo  

А пробежка сегодня удалась, бегалы интервалы под дождем, красота.

nostalgiaultra:

“I’ve lost weight” I announced.

Everyone congratulated me.

But Weight was the name of my son.

thereichenbachfinn:

Every time some religious person says “It’s Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve” all I can think is that Adam and Eve were endgame in the bible and Adam and Steve just didn’t end up being canon and it’s like damn, if the biggest problem with homosexuality is that it’s a non-canon ship

believe me

we can work with that