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VALKYRIE WORKOUT

Alrighty friends! This book has inspired me to get fit and strong again, and of you'd like to join me, here's what I'll be doing in my Novice stage:

CARDIO

Interval running for 2km (1 minute running to 30 seconds walking but adjust to your level)

Hilly walks - bonus points if there are stairs!

BALANCE/CORE

Knee-ups to backward toe touches

Sumo squats and side extensions with pulse

30 sec plank

Deadbugs

ARMS

Tricep dips

45-degree push ups (using a chair or stairs)

LEGS

Squats

Lunges (if you have bad knees, do a reverse lunges instead!)

Bulgarian squats

Reverse lunges

Glute bridges

COOLDOWN

Short, gentle walk

Stretching

Focused breathing

Obviously not all in the same workout, but mixing and matching!

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“I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.”

— Nikita Gill

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Headless John The Baptist Hitchhiking, C.T. Salazar

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“I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you’d never guess from looking at me.”

— Gillian Flynn

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I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: here's the visualizer for this piece

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“i read the book you recommended” is a love language.

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“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

— Jenna, Waitress

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— Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, December 1881

[text ID: I must endure bad times and the waters will rise, possibly as high as the lips and possibly even higher, how can I know beforehand? But I’ll fight my fight and sell my life dearly and try to win and pull through.]

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“Don’t you dare give up. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever.”

— Unknown

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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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“The bravest thing you can ever do, is to stay kind and soft even when the world has been cruel to you.”

— Nikita Gill

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“But sometimes things are said and they’re not just words. They are everything that one person thinks of another in a sentence. Just one sentence.”

— Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North

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Rome - Italy (by Christian Hättich) 

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