#Bike Pedal Exerciser

[prettyokwizard]

I love cycling (going downhill at a ridiculous high speed feeling like I'm flying)

I hate cycling (going uphill at ridiculously slow speeds and wanting to throw up)

[snuize]

Shitty oc doodles and some insane rewriting while everyone’s asleep shh

[evolvefittnessuk]

Find Out Which Small Exercise Bike Is Best for Workouts at Home

In the era of busy schedules and limited time, finding effective yet convenient ways to stay fit is essential. A small exercise bike for home use can be a game-changer, allowing you to squeeze in a workout session without leaving the comfort of your living space. Let's explore the key factors to consider when choosing the best small exercise bike for your home workouts.

[tiralja]

very saddened to report that heavy exercise does in fact make you feel better and should probably be done mor woften than once in a blue moon.

[hawkesoutdoor]

new #bakcou #ebike with custom features at hawkes outdoors

[wizardsreviews]

Why I'm Choosing an E-Bike: The Benefits and Advantages

Why I’m Choosing an E-Bike: The Benefits and AdvantagesAs somebody who is trying to find an alternative mode of transportation, I’ve been thinking about purchasing an e bike. Here are some of the benefits and advantages that I’ve found: Eco-Friendly: E bikes are powered by electrical energy and give off no toxins, making them a much cleaner transportation option compared to cars.Conserves Money:…

[anbuselvi1]

5 Best Dumble Style Pedals For 2023 (Includes Budget Options)

5 Best Dumble Style Pedals For 2023 (Includes Budget Options)

1. J.Rockett The Dude J.Rockett’s The Dude is designed to capture the tone of the Dumble Overdrive Special amplifier. I’m not sure which Dumble Overdrive Special this pedal is based on. Their writeup mentions both Larry Carlton and Robben Ford. But their ODS amps were both individually voiced. Regardless – this is my personal favorite Dumble style pedal that I have ever played from a pure…

[mixedmarxsblogofwisdom]

Will post screenshots of one of my hammer editor maps in a few minutes or an hour after I'm done exercising and stuff.

[red-archivist]

TMAGP 23 SPOILERS!

i heard those lines and was immediately inspired to make something sad lol

~

Twenty years ago, Jonathan Sims quits smoking.

Twenty years ago, Martin Blackwood’s mother survives her second stroke.

Twenty years ago, Jonathan Sims quits smoking.

It’s not enough to just stop, the shakes and the headaches nip at him constantly, and he reluctantly concludes that bad habits need to replaced by better ones.

That’s where the cycling comes in, to start with.

It’s exercise, it’s eco-friendly, and he can pretend he is literally leaving his cravings behind him as he pushes hard on the pedals.

He does his homework first, researching what is the best option for city cycling, for his budget, for someone that hasn’t ridden a bike since they were nine.

He plots out his paths to the office, the shops, and the nearest puncture repair centre, just in case. He even makes a spreadsheet to keep track of them.

He is sure Tim would poke fun at him for it, if they were still talking, but the organisation keeps his twitching fingers busy and his roaming mind away from the half-finished box of cigarettes in his desk drawer that he promises he will throw away any day now.

What all that planning fails to account for, as soon as he actually gets onto the road, is the rest of the world moving around him.

Every stereotype he has heard about antagonistic drivers is proven ten-fold as he dodges swerving cars and gets sworn at for whizzing past stalled traffic. He soon learns to sneer through tinted windows.

Pedestrians are almost worse. They seem blind to him, stepping out directly in front of his wheels and making him wobble as he overcorrects. As if a bike can’t still do some damage if he were to actually hit someone. Once, he clips the edge of a pram and stops in the street to shout some sense into the careless father pushing it.

He bitches openly about this during his lunches and his coworkers only roll their eyes at him sometimes.

The cycling becomes a bit of running joke in the office when they spot him coming in with his bike shorts and change of outfit, but he ignores them. The shorts are practical. For some reason, telling them that only makes them laugh harder.

He takes the fastest route into the office and a scenic one home. It winds through quiet well-off estates, before opening out to one of the less well-known urban parks. It’s calming, almost meditative, to roll through the cool shade the cluttered trees offer after another meaningless day of data entry.

In those times, he doesn’t think of his empty flat or his dead-end job, he forgets his sniggering coworkers and his ever-dwindling contact list. It’s just him and the wind.

The only thing that could make those moments better, he admits to himself, is a smoke.

The problem with this particular path is how hard it is to see around corners in the park. There is some national re-wilding initiative in the works and the foliage looms over the roads in a way that block his line of sight.

He checks every turn, even though it is rare to encounter a car in this area. Better safe than sorry.

The night he dies is warm but overcast.

He follows his usual route and cranes his neck to see around the overgrown corner he is approaching. A drooping branch grazes his head and something falls from the tree onto his neck.

It could be a leaf, or a twig, or a ladybird, but Jon feels the whisper-touch of something small at his throat and his only thought is: spider.

He has been afraid of them since he was very young and terrified instinct immediately beats any reason. One hand flies up from the handlebars to bat away at his collar. He swerves. Fear makes him pedal faster and the bike speeds onto the junction.

He is so scared of the potential at his throat that he never even sees the delivery truck.

The bike is sent flying from the impact, Jon falls under the wheels.

The driver, to his credit, calls emergency services immediately, distraught.

The ambulance is there within five minutes, but they needn’t have bothered. Jon is declared dead at the scene with a broken neck.

What few friends he has left comfort each other with that fact.

At least it was quick.

~

Twenty years ago, Martin Blackwood’s mother survives her second stroke.

This is a good thing, Martin reminds himself, more than once. It is Good that his mother is alive.

It doesn’t matter that the nurses need to attend to her around-the-clock now. It doesn’t matter that the care home bills have skyrocketed. He is grateful that she is still with him.

He starts looking for a third job. The admin work during the day and the shelf-stocking at night barely covered his previous bills. He’ll have to look for some flexible positions to cram into his schedule.

In the meantime, he cuts back. Eats cheaply, eats less. Cancels overdue check-ups and doesn’t touch the heating.

His days are a current of constant worry, occasionally breached by a wave of panic that he tries to quell by hiding in the office bathroom and digging his nails into his legs.

Panic won’t pay the rent or keep the lights on or remember to call Mum every Sunday. He smothers it deep in his chest and ignores the spasm of pain he gets whenever he forces it down.

He has been getting those more often; sharp, sudden chest pains, numb fingers, dizzy spells, an aching back, shortness of breath.

He had been going to ask the doctor about it all before he cancelled the appointment but. Well. Needs must.

He has his first heart attack on the evening shift.

Pulling a box of washing up tablets from the top shelf in Aisle 4 causes such a rush of agony in his chest that he dares to ask the manager to take his 15-minute break early.

He doesn’t make it to the back room before he collapses.

In the hospital, after he wakes, the doctors ask if there is a family history of heart problems.

If he didn’t feel so weak he would laugh.

He has more in common with his mother then he likes to admit. Of course they share a bad heart.

Or maybe it came from his father. Mum always said he was heartless. Maybe there’s a hole where Dad’s DNA should be.

When the medical team leaves him to rest, all he can think is how much this will cost him.

The NHS is no charity no matter what their marketing says, not to mention how much money he will lose by recovering. He can’t afford six weeks of not working. His first job doesn’t have that much sick leave and his second doesn’t have any.

He runs the numbers in his head, tries to find what else he can hack out of his life to keep his head above water. Occasionally his thoughts swerve, self-recriminating and barbed. He is so stupid for letting this happen at all.

It’s all his fault.

Mum is going to be so angry with him.

His heart pulses in keen pain, bitter and broken.

Somehow, he drifts off, counting figures instead of sheep.

The second heart attack kills him in his sleep.

~

They die on the same day, at nearly the same time (Jon rushes ahead, always too eager, Martin follows inevitably after him).

Their death certificates are filed away alphabetically by a bored clerk in the dusty management system of the General Register Office.

Twenty years later, Samama Khalid exhumes them and examines them, with more curiosity than sense, only to be disappointed by the mundanity of their ends.

He returns them together, heedless of any organisation.

Jon and Martin meet, in the quiet and the dark.

The filing cabinet is a shared headstone, their names rest side-by-side.

~

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[death-rebirth-senshi]

Current known source is I fell asleep looking at disco Elysium stuff and now I'm awake and melancholy 😔 I gotta take this energy and use it to become buff like Jean apparently does.

[jpitha]

Stamina

Downtime on the K’laxi Starbase, and Kelly and Evan wheel their stationary exercise bikes out into the common area and start a ride. If they're not going to be moving anyway, they might as well have a more interesting view than the wall of the exercise room. Before their commission, they both loved the outdoors, and found friendship in trying to keep their two wheeled skills.

The bikes large wheels that hum and whirr as they pedal. After a short warm up, they both get into the rhythm of motion, enjoying the feeling of their muscles being used. To help with overheating, Evan set up a fan to circulate air on them. Evan was used to short rides, but Kelly wanted him to build stamina. She was even working out how to connect a sensorium so they could ride "outside." For it to be worthwhile, she wanted a long ride, so she was trying to get him to be able to finish a century - a ride of one hundred miles (an obsolete form of measurement).

After a few moments, some K'laxi stop and watch them as they work out. Kelly and Evan, heads down as they pedal, don't seem to notice.

After half an hour or so of pedaling Evan lifted his head and looked at Kelly. “You know what I’m sick of?”

Kelly looked up from her bike. “The whole Deathworlder thing?”

Evan nodded emphatically. “Yes! I don’t think it’s fair that everyone says Earth is a Deathworld. It implies that we’re some kind of strange being. It’s othering!” Evan was gesturing with his water bottle as he spoke. The K'laxi watching were focused on the bottle being swung around, seemingly entranced by the droplets of water that Evan was flinging around.

Kelly leaned up off the handlebars, but kept pedaling. She started counting things on her fingers. “There’s plenty of other worlds that have storms, plenty of other sapient peoples that are strong, lots of places with large moons, plenty of other places like Earth.”

“Exactly! They are working so hard to fit us into a stereotype, and then they don’t have to learn about us as individuals.” Evan's water bottle was just leaking now, and droplets increased. Kelly blinked when drops hit her face. One of the K'laxi took a step back.

As they talked, the crowd grew. Deep in concentration on their ride, they didn't notice the attention that they have garnered. A Gren in the back gestured with his mouthparts, and two others joined him. A small group of Innari fluffed their feathers in agitation as they watched the humans continue to spin. Even a few humans stood on the sidelines of the crowd and grinned. They wanted to see what the others would do.

Evan and Kelly pedaled in silence for a while longer until Pen couldn't stand it any longer. His friends nudged him and whispered encouragement for him to finally speak up. “You realize you’re having this conversation, on a K’laxi Starbase, while pedaling your excise bicycles at-" He looked over at a readout on Kelly' bike "-180 watts for at least one standard hour now?”

Even looked surprised. “We’re doing a century!”

"That's when you ride continuously for 160 kilometers or so." Kelly sounded matter of fact as she reached down and took a sip from her own water bottle.

One of the Innari squawked, “You’re not even breathing heavy!” The others around them bobbed their heads in agreement.

Kelly looked over at the Innari who spoke up. When they locked eyes, the Innari looked down, their feathers flat, embarrassed. “You know what? They're right, Evan. Time to step it up.”

As Evan grinned and pedaled harder, he looked up and finally noticed the crowd that had gathered. There were maybe 10 or 12 people watching the two humans pedal without going anywhere. Some in the back were having quiet wagers about how long they could go on. A human was collecting the bets, not even trying to hide her smile.

The murmurs of the crowd finally got the better of Kelly. "Just what... are you all... doing here?" Kelly panted.

"Um.. just watching you pedal?" A young K'laxi in the front offered and took a nervous step back.

"I can see that, but why?"

"You're riding so much and you aren't even tired!" Another in the back added.

Nods and noises from assent from the crowd. They watched, fascinated as the human's active cooling started kicking in and they both developed a sheen of... liquid on their skin. They called it sweating. The K'laxi called it weird. The Innari called it disgusting.

A Gren on the side of the crowd joined in. "Yeah! How long can you go? I've got 30 stars with Mel'itar that says you can't go the full 160 kilometers without stopping."

A Sefigan near the front frowned and looked like he was having a conversation with his translator. “My translator says a century is 100, but you’re doing 160km?”

Evan sighed. “160 kilometers is 100 miles. That’s the century”

"What's a mile?" A K'laxi child from the crowd interrupted. Sounds of assent from the crowd.

"Old measurement. We don't use it anymore." Kelly finally started to sound like she was having difficultly speaking while she was exerting herself, a good while after Evan started breathing heavily.

The same Innari that spoke up earlier - Soft Autumn Breeze - stared at them out of one eye, and then the other. "You're pedaling the equivalent of one hundred sixty kilometers In one session?” It sounded like they were amazed in addition to being frustrated. Soft worked with Evan in the greenhouse, but had no idea he did... this in his spare time. It was perplexing. All this work and effort for no reason?

“Yeah” Kelly said between breaths “doesn’t count if you stop and take a break.”

Evan used his nearly empty water bottle to point at the Innari. "You're making it sound weird Soft, it's not weird."

"Evan, it is weird." Soft said, emphatically. "What you're doing is weird. You're... pretending to ride a two wheeled sapient powered conveyance on a starbase for an unreasonably long distance without stopping. If I tried that - even if you built one of those... things that fit my leg geometry, I'd collapse and die within two standard hours."

"Soft, I am riding it, it's not pretending." Evan countered.

"We're not going anywhere though, maybe that's what he means." Kelly said.

Evan shrugged. "Well, he should have said that."

By now, the crowd had started to argue about how long each species could last riding a bike. Most agreed that the humans would out-ride them full stop, but both the Gren and the Sefigans felt they could give a real challenge... for the first few hours at least. One of the humans in the crowd started taking measurements, and was designing a bike that could be printed for other species to ride. After a while a whole spin class was being set up.

Soft opened his mouth and clacked shut it again. His feathers fluttered in frustration, and he sighed dramatically. He turned around and walked away from the crowd. “Deathworlders” he muttered.

"Hey Soft, don't use that word, remember the training? The humans find it hurtful." Another Innari said as he walked by.

"Argh!" Soft stomped away as the noise of the crowd dissipated.

[fatkish]

I too have ADHD and I was wondering if you have any shoto x ADHD reader headcannons you’d be willing to share? Thanks a bunch and have a wonderful day 😘

Shoto x ADHD Reader

He has saved the links to many reputable websites that sell fidgets of all sorts

Literally has a designated pocket for your fidgets in his bag that way you always have something to fidget with

Uses his dad’s money to buy whatever you need

If you have trouble focusing in class then he’ll take notes and take the time to tutor you and help you understand

If you’re the kind of ADHD that can’t sit still then he’ll get an exercise bike pedal that can go underneath your desk

He’ll always help redirect your focus to whatever it needs to be on

He’s extremely patient and never gets mad when you’re struggling

If you take medication then he’ll always check to make sure you took it/them

He has study sessions at his house

His dad might not approve of you but that’s all the more reason to do it

If you forgot your lunch don’t worry, you can have some of his or he’ll buy you some

He enjoys taking care of you and helping you because he didn’t get to do a lot of that domestic stuff growing up

He’s always keeping an eye on you and making sure you don’t fall behind on your studies

He researches focusing techniques and tools so you can focus when you need it

If you forget to take your meds and go to school he’ll take you to the nurses office and make sure you’re okay before he goes to class

He’ll walk you home or have his driver drive you so that you don’t get lost since he worries you’ll chase a butterfly and get lost and not be able to find your way home

He has an extra phone charger that is the same type as your phone so he can charge yours in case you forgot yours

If you forget your homework at home, don’t worry, he’s prepared with a copy of your homework since you guys normally do it together

[vividwritinglove]

One where you are working out with lando and he watches you bend over and gets turned on

Another combination - hope you like it ♥️

____________________________________________

It's his summer break. And you don't want to spend the next weeks with anyone else but Lando. Besides small trips with his friends, you also plan on spending some time together.

This year, it was your turn to plan the summer vacation and you came across this beautiful and secluded house on Paros via AirBnb. Compared to the other accommodations on the Greek island, this one is very modern and stands out with a futuristic architectural style. Just to Lando's taste. He was excited and looking forward to the undisturbed togetherness.

Of course you wanted to relax, but after the vacation it would be time for Lando to get used to his daily trainings again. That's why you decided to rent a house with it’s own gym. For some time now you have been training together with Lando. He motivates you to do more sports and so you can also spend more time with him. This is also noticeable in your figure, not that you needed it, but even you noticed that your muscles are more defined and your butt looks much better in tight yoga pants.

Since then, you've also been posting more stories of yourself in gym clothes on Instagram, earning distinct emojis from Lando every time. You enjoy teasing him. You love playing with him. Just like today. You've already been at the gym for half an hour with a direct view of the ocean, as you get the idea to tease Lando a little. While he's still doing some cardio exercises, you stand in front of the mirror and start stretching. Again you watch him through the mirror. His gaze is still stubbornly directed forward to the sea, while he vigorously pedals the bike and almost rests his upper body on the handlebars.

However, as you stretch and then bend deeply forward, you get his full attention. You continue your stretching exercises and demonstrate to him your flexibility by doing the splits (not that he already knows..). Your execution of the exercises is particularly lascivious and sexy this time. Lando cycles slower and straightens up to have a better view of you. You have reached your goal.

Slightly you look over your shoulder and give him a distinct look with a cheeky grin. Lando also needs to grin and shakes his head. As you get up, he gets off the bike and walks towards you. You're just making your head spin, as he gets right behind you and puts his hands on your stomach. His fingers play with the high waistband of your yoga pants, "Fuck! You look so good.".

You smile at him through the mirror and put your hands on his.

"Can't wait to absolutely ruin you..." he murmurs in your ear and then kisses the crook of your neck. As he does, he continues to look at you with his bedroom gaze, which makes you wet instantly.

"Why wait?" you ask, almost moaning, and make his hand slide under the waistband of your yoga pants.

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[redheartedtramp]

*Scene: Yang is on an exercise bike in her gym clothes, sweating profusely, boobs bouncing, ass jostling for the camera*

Yang: I ate so much FUCKING shit on The 4th of July. I said I wouldn't, but then I did. And I totally FUCKED up my diet. And now I'm paying for it by working out in 100 degree weather.

Yang: I hate my FUCKING life! I hate myself so much! WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THIS?!

Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Yang: *pedals harder* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WORK, BITCH!

[jamiesfootball]

dumbest reason(s) someone on the team got injured

In no particular order:

-rolled their ankle thinking there was one more stair (Ted)

-pulled a groin muscle trying to step over a chair at movie night (Isaac)

-tried to catch a thrown water bottle with his mouth (Jamie)

-forgot to duck getting something out of his locker (Colin)

-got distracted reading a book on the exercise bike and when he got off the bike he tried to 'pedal' instead of walk (Sam)

-turning around while tall in a shower (Jan Maas)

-slipped on a banana peel (Zoreaux)

-tried to exit a pull door by pushing while running away because it was his banana peel (Dani)

-burned his mouth on some tea and talked with a lisp the rest of the day so he just didn't talk (Roy)