#190bpm

[atl-cardioguy]

Hitting max heart rate at the gym today.

[new-holocene]

making music again. this one is goofy

[mobiused]

I had a dream that tumblr gave you a badge for listening to remixes as well as their original anyway listen to the Dont Call Me remix which is way better

[silhouette-saloon]

im so good at my job

[rx999us]

my new record , i cut the fast part

[dearcervus]

I’ve never really paid attention to my heart rate (unless it drops) when I’m getting off, but recently got up to 190bpm when I was cumming.. just thought you might want to know ><

-🦴

Oh goodness how wonderful… I would have loved to hear it darling 🖤

[starlightiing]

So this is quite old, not news, and basic information I think most people into F1 already know. I already knew it, too.

But there's a huge difference between "knowing" they pant like dogs/hold their breaths in corners and "knowing" their heart rates stay between 150-190bpm in the cars and actually hearing what that sounds like and making it a bit more real.

The above video is audio of breathing and heartbeat during an F1 drive. Pay attention specifically in the corner.

Blows my mind how some people still don't consider these guys athletes when they're some of the most athletic of all. Imagine being in this state for 2 hours, blisteringly hot, under immense pressure to do well, and then hearing what people laying on their couches with a grudge have to say about you later on.

[lady-rosceline-hurst]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

...<MEDICAL UPDATE PENDING>

Subject's cerebral cortex severely overstimulated

Subject's heart rate 190bpm, consistent for unhealthy time frame

[What does she see? That girl with so many eyes? Like Argus, she sleeps with one pair while another watches. Her vigil is unbroken and yet it cages her. She tumbles through a shattered subjectivity. She stares at herself, and she stares back. What mind could make sense of this? Who is she? What? Where? Has she forgotten? Did she ever know? They are many now... Or is she still one? Queen of a Hive? Both, perhaps.]

[I see the East Gardens. Why do I see them? I am underground. No I am not. Who is "I?" We art many. So many. Too many. Passions, there art too many. Art there? Was I supposed to be one? How many was I before? Art those the East Gardens? I've never seen them from up here before. Oh, tis Ren. Why is she running from us? Why is she scared? What art thou afraid of, sister? I can protect thee if thou allowest us. Art those the East Gardens? Why doth they look so small? Am I on a ship? What's happening what's happening what's happening!?!?! Art those the East Gardens? Why can I see them from so many angles? Our heads doth ache so... Why why WHY can I not THINK CLEARLY!?!? Drowning. Am I drowning? Nay, it could not be so. The fountains of the East Gardens art shallow.]

[spore-carrier]

watched a transcription of an allan holdsworth lick but forgot i had youtube at 2x speed so i just sat there like damn i knew this guy had chops but playing 32nd notes at around 190bpm is new to me

[tizzychardia]

"Have you ever heard of white coat syndrome?" The EMT says to me as I am fighting through convulsive syncope with a heart rate of 190bpm.

EMT, have you perhaps considered that I will defecate on the roof of your car if you ever say some bullshit like that to me again?

[myconetted]

[least high strung voice ever] rhythm games are fun. it's fun to push buttons with 50ms accuracy. maybe if i get good i can even get 25ms accuracy for a 190bpm track. everybody loves doing this

[internetfriend-movedmoved]

im very thankful for the existence of my younger brother . i was walking to the toy store with him for my surgery consultation gift and we had to stop frequently because i didn't have my walker, and my heart medication wasn't kicking in . so i was at like 190bpm at the highest and 140bpm at the lowest .

but he didn't complain at all . he was happy to stop and wait for a few minutes while i waited for it to go down . he sat with me on the bench and watched the river with me . we pet a samoyed dog, and we watched fat pigeons, and im glad because that was a good day for me . not just because i got a gift but because he was accomodating and knew and respected my limits .

[oneshortdamnfuse]

My resting heart rate is 115-120bpm which probably isn’t great given my usual is anywhere from 55-75bpm. If I stand up, it’ll jump to like 148+ but don’t worry folks my cardiologist assures me this is nOrMaL sinus tachycardia and I’m just crazy just like when I sat up after having abdominal surgery and my heart rate went up to 190bpm and they told me to ‘calm down if I’m anxious.’ 🤪

[eldritch-transgirl]

motherfucker you want me to do this shit at 190bpm?

what the fuck. this is so fucked

[aetheros]

So frustrating going to the ER for 7 hours and they found “nothing”. At the very least, I was expecting painkillers and the suggestion for a cardiologist referral, but they left me in pain the whole time and just said “You’re not experiencing any sort of emergency (7hrs after the initial onset), your tests are clear, so you can go home.” And now I feel even worse, my whole body hurts.

I went in at the recommendation of the paramedics with 190bpm, chest pain, and a completely numb arm that woke me after I only slept for 30 mins. :/ I have to beg my new doctor for a cardiologist and neurologist referral again, that was supposed to happen 4 years ago that my former doctors never did.

So yay, I’m still alive and “fine”, despite my organs having a meltdown, and am still at square one.

[stralcidivetta]

190 Bpm

A 190 bpm ho fatto un sacco di cose. Alcune belle altre abbastanza terrorizzanti. La testa dicono fa tutto e il corpo segue. Quindi che avessi avuto paura o che mi stessi esaltando, biologicamente sono sempre la stessa pila di cellule e impulsi nervosi. Per questo motivo ho sempre seguito la mia testa e lasciato che il corpo facesse il suo.

Ho sempre provato una sensazione di agio nella fatica. Un inspiegabile senso di comfort e di naturalità. Per questo correvo e corro tanto. A volte fino alla nausea. Poco importa. Corro. Al buio o alla luce del giorno, fa lo stesso. Caldo o freddo estremo non importano. Sono solo stimoli diversi ai quali ci adattiamo perchè alla fine il fine è medesimo. Muoversi.

Il viaggio è sempre lo stesso, minuto dopo minuto sempre più a fondo, fino a dove posso perdermi completamente e farmi risputare per terra nudo, rinato.

Ho sempre vissuto in mezzo alla velocità. Sono nato in una città grande eveloce. Sono cresciuto in fretta. Forse troppo in fretta . Ma non c'erano altre strade. Mi riusciva bene e seppure non è detto che mi facesse bene l'ho fatto e questo è il risultato. Preso e portato a casa.

La mia casa era tra enormi pile di cemento e smog e sono sempre fuggito. Ora la mia casa vera è in cima ad una collina e guarda a nord un enorme specchio d'acqua al cospetto di pareti verticali granitiche e creste aeree. No, non abito in Patagonia. Le mie origini sono peruviane quindi per quanto riguarda il landscape e la quota ci siamo, ( anche un po l'attitude del soggetto) ma tuttavia ho vissuto gran parte della mia vita a sud delle alpi più precisamente tra le orobie e le retiche. Un po ovunque, dove aveva senso essere e dove la vita mi ha portato.

In mezzo a queste valli corro la mia vita in lungo ed in largo e ne ho fatto un parco giochi bellissimo. Mi sento davvero fortunato. Oggi penso che ogni cosa sia finita al suo posto e che tutto si prospetti come una promessa di altre avventure. Ho sempre scritto perchè scriverlo aiuta a darli un posto giusto nella testa e poco importa se a caso ed ovunque, basta che sia come deve essere.

190bpm sono un privilegio al quale la vita mi ha dato accesso e tutto quello che c'è nel mezzo è un viaggio lungo che ho deciso di raccontare.

Saranno racconti veri pieni di libertà, incontri ed abbandoni di gioia e di dolore, di rabbia e di stupore ma pur sempre racconti veri che oggi sono indelebili nella mia pelle e nella mia memoria. Volti e immagini che resteranno con me per sempre per buoni o brutti motivi.

Saranno racconti senza compromessi come me come del resto è questo viaggio che altro non è che la mia la vita.

Ci vediamo la fuori.