#Community and group training

[differentfirefart]

Introduction:

As the fitness industry continues to evolve, new trends and training methods emerge, capturing the attention of fitness enthusiasts and professionals alike. In recent years, High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) has gained significant popularity and is set to dominate the fitness scene in 2023. HIIT is a highly effective workout method that combines short bursts of intense exercise with brief recovery periods, delivering numerous benefits in a time-efficient manner. In this article, we will delve into the world of HIIT and explore why it is poised to be the top fitness trend of 2023.

1.Efficient and Time-Saving:

In our fast-paced lives, finding time for exercise can be challenging. This is where HIIT shines. HIIT workouts typically last between 15 to 30 minutes, making them highly efficient and time-saving. The intense bursts of exercise elevate the heart rate and engage multiple muscle groups, maximizing calorie burn and improving cardiovascular fitness. With HIIT, individuals can achieve significant results in a fraction of the time compared to traditional steady-state cardio or longer-duration workouts.

2. Increased Calorie Burn and Fat Loss:

HIIT workouts are known for their ability to torch calories and promote fat loss. The high-intensity nature of the exercises elevates the metabolism, resulting in an “afterburn effect” known as excess post-exercise oxygen consumption (EPOC). EPOC causes the body to continue burning calories at an elevated rate even after the workout is over. Additionally, HIIT promotes the development of lean muscle mass, which further contributes to increased calorie burn and improved body composition.

3. Cardiovascular Health and Endurance:

Regular participation in HIIT has been shown to significantly improve cardiovascular health and endurance. The intense intervals of exercise challenge the cardiovascular system, increasing heart rate and strengthening the heart muscle. Over time, this can lead to improved aerobic and anaerobic capacity, making everyday activities feel easier and reducing the risk of cardiovascular diseases.

 

4. Preserving Lean Muscle Mass:

One concern with traditional steady-state cardio exercises is the potential loss of lean muscle mass. HIIT workouts help address this issue by preserving muscle mass while promoting fat loss. The short bursts of intense exercise signal the body to maintain muscle tissue, leading to a leaner and more toned physique. This makes HIIT an appealing option for individuals who want to improve their body composition without sacrificing muscle mass.

5. Versatility and Variety:

One of the reasons behind HIIT’s popularity is its versatility and variety. HIIT workouts can be performed using a wide range of exercises and equipment, including bodyweight exercises, cardio machines, free weights, and more. This allows for endless possibilities and helps prevent boredom by constantly challenging the body in different ways. Moreover, HIIT workouts can be adapted to various fitness levels, making them accessible to beginners and experienced athletes alike.

6. Accessibility and Convenience:

HIIT workouts can be done almost anywhere, making them highly accessible and convenient. Whether at home, in a gym, or outdoors, minimal space and equipment are required to perform effective HIIT routines. The flexibility of HIIT allows individuals to fit workouts into their busy schedules, eliminating barriers to exercise and promoting consistency.

7. Community and Group Training:

HIIT has also gained popularity due to its compatibility with group training environments. Many fitness studios and gyms offer HIIT classes, creating a sense of community and camaraderie among participants. Group HIIT sessions provide motivation, accountability, and the opportunity to connect with like-minded individuals, making workouts more enjoyable and increasing adherence to fitness routines.

Conclusion:

High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) has emerged as a dominant force in the fitness world and is set to be the top trend.

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[aceredshirt13]

no amount of description will be able to express how funny this instance of the classic “never mention your wife if you want to live” war movie trope is

[bringbackgoth]

sorry y'all I'm swan-diving back into Dogblr with this puppy.

[whitherwanderer]

20 // hamper

Sawyer huffed as she looked over formulas and figures, the graphite in her hand tapping an impatient spot into the paper where the dulled tip hit it. Even as she reached forwards for her cold tea (per the usual, she’d forgotten it was there while it was hot), she continued to glare down at the page, her brow set into a focused scowl.

Behind her, errant wings tapped at her shoulder—one, two, forcing her to pay attention to her posture in her chair as the other two skittered across the paper lightly and poked at the material samples that lay atop them.

Sawyer turned in her seat as the raen’s pointed nouliths folded neatly against her back, and the raen reached out to touch the page.

“Frustration and fury. No stranger to the Hawk, but poured into what, the oasis rarely knows.”

Sawyer hummed a note, answering in her comparatively unembellished fashion, “Modifications to those tools of yours. I’ve traded letters with some acquaintances in Sharlayan that were thrilled to see an original iteration of the concept and asked for schematics in exchange for…”

She paused, watching the way her partner’s hand felt aimlessly at the fibers of the page. She had tried to involve Amesha in as many steps of the design process as she knew how to, initially, having her try to attune herself to a great many different crystals and conduit metals, but the parchment-bound stage of design was always… rather one-sided.

She made an angry noise to herself at the injustice of it. As much as she tried to offer Amesha agency—asking what might better enable her rather than assuming, giving her a means to feel her way through a space rather than be led. "Unfettered by sight" as she so often described herself, and yet there were still realms that Amesha was kept from.

“...Hawk?” the raen called, the lengthy pause no doubt causing her worry as she reached out comfort Sawyer with a scaled hand that the hyur took and pressed to her cheek.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought for a moment. I… find it unfair that I’ve spent all this time designing these wings of yours and yet I’ve not included you in the design as much as I could. The wood models are serviceable, but only once I’ve gone through iterations upon iterations with little of your input.”

The raen’s head tilted, and though she smiled, she knew better than to placate. She’d learned well than to give Sawyer an empty reassurance when the hyur was set on the idea that something could be improved for her partner’s sake. Honestly, the hyur might have felt more strongly about it than even she did, but she knew Sawyer would argue back, “All the more reason to be a part of the solution.”

Sighing, the raen withdrew her hand and returned it to the page. “Would that quillstroke and letter could be writ into parchment like the river writes a canyon. Engraved upon page as it is engraved upon earth…” With this, her noulith tipped itself into the sheet, pressing a deep line into a corner of the page that nearly threatened to tear.

Sawyer sat up, at first ready to give the raen light admonishment, but quickly stopped herself at a realization. “...That’s less of a fantasy than you imply. I think you’ve quite possibly come up with the first step towards a solution all by yourself.” she mumbled, looking up and around her desk at the various materials there. “Just a moment.”

She leaned forwards to grab for a narrow metal rod, then grabbed for a blank sheet of parchment while she moved all others aside. The shuffle of paper followed by the quiet scraping of metal caused Amessha to wonder quietly what Sawyer was, presumably, sketching onto this new sheet.

“Now,” the hyur said, papers shuffling again. She pulled Amesha’s hand to the table and laid it gently across the parchment, where the raen explored with her fingertips delightedly. “What do you think I’ve drawn?”

Amesha made an unsure noise as she explored, but indeed, she did feel raised lines in the paper. Long, not quite straight, narrowing shapes that met a tight, rounded end. Many of them, fanned out and layered not unlike scales—

“A… bird’s wing?” Amesha questioned, and she could practically hear Sawyer beaming.

“Yes, exactly right,” she said, in that tone Amesha knew meant she’d be spending a while longer hunched over her work table. She was pulled in briefly, a kiss planted on the raen’s cheek before Sawyer excitedly mumbled. “I’ve got some additions to make to my schematics.”

[dogstarblues]

i think people who organize should read mao. tbh. but then again i don't organize so what do i know.

[lwoorl]

I'll say it: "Oh all AI artists do is write a stupid description and immediately get an image with no effort, there's no art in that" is the new "Digital painting doesn't count as art because it takes no effort"

[kat-n-dog]

ugh ugh

i started out as a trainer at a big-time facility w lots of other young people and it did a lot for me but ultimately the environment was Highly Toxic and too fast-paced for me and i had to leave. and for whatever reason that was enough for the other trainers there to decide that they want nothing to do with me and they have made a point to give the impression that they Don't Like Me even though i have done nothing but be overwhelmed by the expected output of working at that facility (and the weird neurotypical cattiness of the group that i was consistently confused by)

and that sucks on its own but also due to being in the same small community in the same area i am always seeing things they're doing. and due to them being a big hotshot facility that is now owned by a millionaire businessman, they are getting a Lot of really unique and cool education and mentorship opportunities that i do not have access to.

and it just gives me this twisting feeling in my stomach bc despite us all starting out together, and thinking we were friends, i was ousted from the group due to things i can't control. and that led to them making a point to impress upon me that they're better than me. and now they are getting to work with and learn from world names, so that means that very soon, if not now, they will be right.

[bibleofficial]

literally have to use a vpn to watch porn on my cellular data that i pay for bc vodafone refuses to allow me access to xvideos. this is communism

[sgkjd]

i have this starvation To Belong and recently it keeps peaking and peaking i didn't know it could become this strong. i'm afraid to live and experience what actual peak of this starvation will look like. it's all i can think about, can't focus on any work, keep impulsively watching youtube and tiktok just to see people similar to me at least on my screen, keep watching series and live through them to feel like i'm Part of Something... i just need someone to See Me for who i am so bad it's so scary how this feeling makes me rely on anyone who just looks at me like i exist.

[thewingedwolf]

having a group of gay friends where this is their first group of gay friends apparently means they don’t find my “our one token straight friend is like a little gay” jokes funny apparently aksjsjs or when i bitch specifically about the gay dating scene near chicago being dominated by annoying white ex theater gays, they immediately get into like “well there are messy gay poc” yeah i’m aware of that, i’m talking about a really specific issue with the gays in this area pls keep up

[jentlemahae]

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[monstermoviedean]

got two brief teams messages ("hi" + "you fucked up") immediately followed by a teams call. which i did not answer. fuck off. you do not get to demand my time like that.

[wellhealthhub]

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[anarkhebringer]

Thinking about how Vokashia's home and community is a doomsday cult

[vaugarde]

very funny out of context fun fact about my ocs is that dr footstep caused castor’s parents’ divorce