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How is the Ultra 30+ miles but looks the smallest of them all?
-20 rep breathing squats. I did an 8 week cycle and by week 8 my legs were in shambles. I remember the last time I did them my legs felt like two jello mold that someone just tapped. It took me forever to finish the set and when i walked out the rack, catch me telling my homey that was light work like.....
-Another time my stupid *** decided to do a triathlon, why, who the hell knows. That summer I was spending most of my time in Lucia, so I was training for it down there. It was cool because I had access to the ocean to swim, and I could run on the beach. The problem was cycling, because road are so trash in the northern part of the island, and traffic was so bad, I would drive to the southern part to ride my bike. This was cool until one day I had watched a stage of the Tour de France had the bright idea to ride my bike up on of Lucia's many mountains. And the bottom on that joint I was flying, dancing on my pedals like I was Alberto Contador or a juiced Lance Armstrong. Then I ran I to a problem I didn't account for. Driving in cars made me foget that the gradient on Lucia's mountains kick up viciously like hald way up. So when this happen, my *** was in the lowest gear fighting for my life to turn the pedals over. If someone look at me from a distance it looked like I was just standing still. People walking up the road were blowing pass me. Another thing I forgot is that attitude makes the air thin so I was breathing hard as hell, I was gasping for the slightest bit of air. To this day I still don't know how I made it to the top because I low key blacked out. Did ride up, did i get offoand walk, I have no clue. AlI remember is being at the top, half passed out under a guava tree and my dad looking over me asking me if I was alive, and if so I needed to get out the front yard of the house I was laying in front of.
Me at the bottom of the climb....
Me at the top of the climb.....
I remember when we went. Coyotes kept following us because some dumb****s ahead of us were dumbing food.Mission Peak in Fremont at night.
Scariest part were that there were bulls grazing on the trail. Thought those guys were gonna charge me and kill me
The FDNY physical agility test.
Knocked me on my ***.
Sparring. When you first start it's ****ing awful.
A fat chick.