"quads" poems
Did you know that if you don't stretch in the correct way, you might end up thwarting the entire purpose of your workout and suffer unwanted injuries?
Doing pre-workout stretches thoroughly will determine whether you are benefiting from your workout or whether it's worsening your muscle tear. Here are the major stretching crimes that you should never commit.
Not doing a proper warm-up
According to gym instructors worldwide, this is the most commonly committed crimes in any gym. A warm-up is a must before any kind of workout — cardio or weights — and must ideally last at least 12-15 minutes.
Assuming that stretching is a warm-up
Stretching and warming up is not the same. You need to warm up first, before you are ready to stretch. A slow jog or brisk walking on the treadmill is a good warm-up.
Rushing through your stretching exercises
Stretching should be for the entire body. You cannot skip any parts. Involve stretches that work your lower back, shoulders, calves, stomach, quads etc. You should not move from one stretch to the other in very quick succession because that may cause untoward injuries. Try to hold each stretch for 20 seconds. When you breathe deeply and hold the stretch, your muscles get trained to tolerate the maximum that your limbs can go to.
Giving stretching a skip after a workout
You have done an hour of strenuous exercise and now you just want to rush out of the gym; that is a huge mistake. Spend some time bending and stretching after your sweat session. Then, do a cool down before you leave the gym.
Not stretching every day
You need to be your flexible best always and that can only happen if you stretch daily, even on the days that you aren't gymming. This ensures that your gym days are more fruitful and that you make the most of them.
Not breathing properly
Breathing right is a very important aspect of stretching. Breathe naturally while you inhale through your nose, expand your rib cage and upper abdomen as you fill in your lungs. When exhaling, breathe out through your mouth, preferably making an audible sound. This relaxes you. While stretching, you need to breathe out when you are exerting, that is, when you are actually contracting your muscles.
Doing static stretches
Never stand still and do stretches that work only one muscle. You should rather do stretches that work a group of muscles — like a lunge that stretches your upper hamstring muscle, your ankles and also your glutes.
Ignoring pain while stretching
When you are in the middle of a stretch and you feel pain, stop immediately and consult an expert. Your stretch should make you feel a gentle pull only, not immense pain. If you are hurting, you are doing it wrong. Rest a few days and then go back to working out under a qualified trainer.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
Hit the gym hard
Squats for legs strengthen those quads
Bench press for chest gets the pump
Hit it right make it tight
Isolations with dumbbells
Form is everything
More reps with less weight
Maxs out test of strength
Heavy weight less reps
Finish strong last set
Stretch to warm up
Stretch to cool down
Cardio for the heart rate
Gym time best time
Progress body change
Mind set ready for more
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
It was the time of summer where every kid had silently realized that it was ending,
No longer halfway through, no longer half full
Leaking and spilling out,
like the gas in my twenty two year old car
We couldn’t stop it,
And the moments of high school summertime
The moments that supposedly turn into stories we tell forever
Hadn’t seemed to have happened.
Both of us on the swing lazily swung
Dizzily from side to side.
Climbing forward, falling in reverse
Our combined bodyweight shifting back and forth
Tanned legs kicking up in an attempt at unison on every backwards glide.
Gravity hung us there,
Pulling the swing toward the ground no matter the rotation.
I sat on top.
I wore bleached shorts and bleached hair.
I worried that gravity or more so my value to it
would crush him.
At the same time, I felt unbelievably small.
The air pressed in on me from all angles,
it touched my bare legs
it easily waffled my shirt.
“Mel, if you were squishing me, I would let you know”,
he assured with a cocky tone of his very own that somehow made me feel special.
I couldn’t help but think he was only trying to be tough
Attempting to let sheer willpower overweigh my well earned quads,
My six foot frame.
The awkward body I never quite grew into
Never knew how to masterfully control
Never knew how to fill.
Though I secretly (wanted to) truly believe him
On this humid night I felt like the ball was in my court,
Like I could do anything and everything.
That nothing could go wrong
That the boy that I was sitting on was genuine
And that I could simply drive off to wherever.
(I had a full tank of gas and enough money to get me to Alabama).
I felt small in this,
in this infinity of possibility all around me.
Like a weight was pushing into me
Putting on pressure that couldn’t be ignored
That shrunk me just enough.
I felt powerless to fate
Powerless to this planet
To this grand, glorified hunk of earth which was so much greater than me
(and surely my insignificant weight anxieties).
I felt like the gas was leaking out faster than I could use it.
I felt like my infinity was disappearing as I swung within it.
Just like that, I let the ball drop and the gas leak out.
We just kept swinging.
Laughing,
Wasting,
Talking,
Dying.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
Do the bathmat shuffle
To the closet in the hall
It's never very graceful
But try not to fall
No towels on the shelf
Must be in the dryer
Do the bathmat shuffle
But now you’ll do it slyer
Shuffle down the hall
And hope no one's about
Or shimmy like you don’t care
Shake, dance, belt out
Do the bathmat shuffle
You’re nearly almost there
Made it to the dryer
But the towels are elsewhere
Do the bathmat stumble
Your quads are feeling tight
Eureka in the living room
The end is now in sight
Do the towel toga boogie
Time to celebrate
You could put the towels away
But maybe you’ll just wait
NCL April 2019
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
California gold-rush blues
Got you pretty thirsty
Where's tank girl when you need her
Saliva thick
Lump in throat
Tongue swelling
Neck swollen
Can't breathe
Drowning
Shrinking skin
Hallucinations
Eyelids crack
Tears of blood
Leather-purse face
Amputated lips
Nose withered
Eyes trapped
We're all exported and exploited
Sold sanely cheap
Used how the rich see fit
Dead in one week
Ecosystem crashing
All for their mansions
Filled with rooms they never use
Profit ******
We see oceans through our windows
97 percent
97 percent
3 percent for you and none for us
Little boy is drinking bubbles
But it ain't champagne
It's dead dogs and fetus juice
Dog dogs and abuse
Where are the wetlands
Where are the holy springs
Soon we'll all be Atlantis
Just another lost city
Soon we'll be living
In underground caves
Like cowards
We all want roses in our garden bower
But the best heroes
Might as well be slaves
Global desert
Without rain
Green turns yellow
Here come the earthquakes
****** forest
Rest in peace
They erected cities
In your memory
Cartels and shades of grey
Vivendi, Veolia
Machines with no soul
Privatizing blue gold
In their corporate quads
Woe to WTO
The new colonialism
Coca Cola 7-Up
Sorry but your time is up
Destroy everything you touch
When it's gone
Get up and leave
Destroy another planet
**** and conquer
SLAPPing silly pointless fools
Transporting silly tools
Shooting all the people's people
Got to pull up the roots
Bullets through lace curtains
Has a ring to it
You spineless cruel leaders
With your oil rivers
Well you've made a rival now
World map's changing underground
Alternatives are scarce
Purity is all but lost
Path of least resistance blocked
Metamorphosizing clocks
Circulation down the train
Don't drink the red water
Just pray for rain
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 2:20 AM UTC
****** f@ggot shill and f@g
oldf@gs newf@gs rolling hard
trips and dubs and even quads
but OP won't deliver
rate us, hate us, sauce pls now
in this thread we save a cat
mods, is this under 18?
the /b/etards at it yet again
but we don't talk about it
cringe us rekt us make us laugh
this thread's preventing suicide
****** racism sexism ****
we mostly rate body parts in /soc/
normies not welcome
****** alpha, femanon
is a girl? **** or ****
welcome to the internets
pics or it didn't happen
gore thread? not enough!
self-hate, ponies, rule 34 fap
the "cesspool of the internet"
is really not that bad
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Rest easy, read these heavy words of slumber,
tap your chest to the beat of your heart,
empty out breath even from the deepest parts
the void, will fill itself, with sleep, I hope for your sake.
Scrunch those toes to close, then let them relax and let go,
Half close those toes and let them loose, shake them once and again,
Tense those calves, feet pointed at the ceiling, if you are willing,
Go half way and shake the tension away, from you,
Quads and hamstrings, next remember in pretext, full and halfway,
shake the tension away,,
gluteus maximus
then abdominals
and lower back
and in their turn
chest, those pecs to reflex and relax
latissimus dorsi, my oh my you got your back
shoulders,
hands of fingers, just like the toes,
pretty soon you might doze,
forearms, biceps and triceps too,
neck and face shrug and scrunch,
you don't have the answer,
so pucker your face,
eyes are the last close them once,
eyes are the last close them half,
eyes are the last,
I hope you never read this far,
unless you are awake, after a
night of rest fullness, so if it does
not work, know this, I will sit by
your side so you can unwind,
I have a good year for listening,
on pillow soft words, for you to put
your sleepy heavy head.
Good...night...yawn
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
I wish,
I was a squirrel,
I'd make people hurl,
Get that girl,
I'd go the distance,
To find resistance,
I'd chitter and chatter,
Yell it's my planet too,
Control my own fate,
I'd muster up irons,
And fire those nuts,
Count up the squad,
Workout the Quads,
I'd be the biggest,
Baddest ***
The other squirrels,
Would come churl,
At my fine witness,
My pretty fitness,
With giant fluff tale,
And nest fit for the stars,
I'd be a royal pain,
For my own gain,
I'd show them hows its done,
How things are meant to run,
A mental score,
The acres of treedom,
Scream out my freedom,
At home in the forest,
****** ******
Bitter end,
Revenge on the mend,
The master of my own den,
I'm a nut,
I'm a squirrel,
I'm a tree,
I'm me,
Nature's finest,
Mother's creation,
Father's Love.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
she creates moments in her head
a rush of panic
heart pounds so hard
oxygen faults
where is it?
um
um
oh
wait
****
fists clench and quads ache
i do this to myself
to stay alive?
no
I don't know
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
I'm missing the smell of sunscreen splattered in white blotches across my wind chapped cheeks, that will soon blend in with the snow
I'm missing the three layers of socks I yank on and stuffing my boots with shakeable hand warmers because my toes always freeze
I miss the sound of heel toe heel toe heel toe as the hard plastic boots click against grated metal stairs down to the buses
I miss the smell of hot chocolate and barbecue in the air and snow flurries tenderly kiss my face floating downwards
I miss the sound of the chair lifts thud thud thud and clicking my skis together to shake off the fresh powder that has accumulated
I miss the sound of my poles hitting each other accidentally, and the dots they make in fresh champagne powder between the glades
I miss the feeling of relief when I ski into the four points lodge by sunshine peak and grab a cafeteria trey and get my usual macaroni and cheese
I miss the feeling of watching snow flurries melt as they land inside my hot chocolate that tastes cheap and watery but so warm
I miss singing songs on the lifts, especially the quads, and deciding which runs to do next, black blue or green?
I miss saying mountain words like "elk head, jackrabbit, slopes, hockey stop, sunshine express, morningside, storm peak, thunder- head" the list goes on
I miss feeling completely at home in a helmet, huge goggles, fleece chilis and a ski jumper
I miss Steamboat, I miss skiing, I can't wait for this year.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
Life as we know it is a chance,
But require made hands to dance,
Then **** on everyone with winning prance.
Reading the moving lips,
Looking for people's reactive bits
And que into people's tips.
It's them ballers,
The high rollers,
With stacks of hundreds of dollars,
The snobby know it all white collars.
With them fancy cars,
Hanging in cliquey bars,
Swinging the club in many pars,
As if some royalty bloodline of a tsar.
But in a game of chance, owning a yacht means nothing without a boat!
All those credit cards mean nothing without the proper cards on the table!
Riches mean nothing in a table, nor nice clothes in a game.
Because even kings and queens could fall flat on their faces with those aces!
So let me tell you little bit about this game,
It's reading people to tame,
Where you grind the game without a shame,
Stepping up to no longer stay the same
It's a game recognize your name to a fame.
Just remember the high cards can get you far,
But get beaten by them deus in a bar,
The pairs are wonderful as it gets higher
jokers bring jokes to her admirer,
While the ladies yell "off with their heads!"
In the royal court Cowboys rule supreme,
But those pair of aces undo royalties like puddle of creme.
Two pairs are better than a pair,
And three of a kinds are better than a two pair,
While the wheel is super fair.
Straight line is common winning line
But Flushes them after a dine
The boat takes them for a cruise,
Quads will get them a bruise,
But the nutz are royal flush of hidden ruse!
It's the mastering of perception,
Made hands with repercussion.
Because life as we know it is a chance,
But requires made hands to dance,
And hold onto your winning chips by ******* on them with your prance.
When you have nothing, there is nothing to lose,
Because Hold'em no limit is the purest form of living a life!
,
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
a complement of three legs
kept the realm in a wobbly
modality
to have had a fourth one
would give an upright
totality
as this important limb
was missing in a forgotten
land
the locale disintegrated
like a pan of moving
sand
the domain being beset by
ills too many to
mention
hence the citizens cried out
for another pole's
attention
a trio of pegs weren't
stable nor
strong
they did violently
shake minus the quads firm
prong
sometime in the future
the whole thing might just
brace
if a solid pin is attached
onto the
place
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Blueberry pancakes."
And she got out of bed,
tapped me on the neck with her lips,
a good love tap,
and walked out naked to the kitchen
her *** and quads just bouncing
and beautiful.
I could see her in the kitchen,
all of her,
and i rolled over to her side,
where her pillow was,
took a long drag
of her smell,
and just passed out.
She woke me up
and I dipped blueberries
and fluff into lakes of syrup
and we watched TV and laid together
for a while.
Just close to each other.
I worked on her car the whole day,
changed her oil,
plugged a blown gasket,
and came back in when the streetlights
were starting to flicker on
And that Saturday
I got to lay down with her the rest of the night
and we were realistically happy.
What I really think it was,
was that
our dreams,
when we allowed them to,
coincided
beautifully.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
(Discovering my Quad-polar compartments)
But sleep never satisfies
for long. I find myself
dreaming more and more,
vivid, frightful dreams
as real as being awake
but with less control,
movies play through my mind
mirroring the day In some
****** up way,
and just like that,
Like a drug,
sleep loses its ability
to provide escape
because of tolerance.
I watch a snail move slowly
across the flagstone.
I lose track of how long
I've been watching.
Only the thin line of spit
beneath my pillow
lets me know it was
a dream.
Without escape
There is no reward,
No rejuvenation
only confusion,
and that which is
easy is not.
But this quest has
opened my eyes in more ways
than just lack of sleep.
My quad-polar discovery
has helped me identify
these quadrants of my mind.
God. Beast.
*** Love.
My quad-polar compartments.
Confused and bewildered
they will not be merged.
The god in me thinks the beast needs to be loved.
The beast in me thinks that *** is a god.
The *** in me thinks that love kills the beast.
The love in me thinks the beast is just ***
It’s the love I am most afraid of,
At least during those times when
there is a me,
a me that looks down on the quads,
but mostly that’s rare because
I never know who’s
in charge anymore.
It's such a difficult existence
when what’s theoretically
my greatest need is also
my greatest fear.
If I consider this logically
then the conclusion is clear,
that is,
my dedicated inlets
and my spiritual outlets
cannot get along.
*** and love do not co-exist.
At least not in me.
I’m either penetrating inlets
and ignoring outlets
or
seeking mysticism while
the inlets go on wanting.
I have known this for
a very long time.
Maybe if I find
a new island
I could find
a new inlet,
open the outlet
back up.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
Heart break.
Massive slits to breathe
After we brake off this date n.
I need ************
Patience. Everlasting love
And conceptual culmination.
Into unfathomable creation.
I need time and space from your ******* face.
And every day that goes by
Notice. **** it I
I've become. A soldier. Of lifes battle cry.
You ******* trapped me so ******* bad. That i
became a picto graph a flash away from being held for ransom.
In your scrap book. Kinda factory line
Instead I'm seeing jealous glances.
From you and my bestfriend up on your camera slides.
So **** if I.
Evoke a bitter feeling.
Can't stand it right
Sorry for the lack of healing.
But see the me beneath.
The demons.
And the reasons
We both cheated.
Is were both fractured living damaged lives
Need to
Find a sea of urgent trust.
And retrieve. What trust we must ensure. So maybe we can survive
A choral reef of deep sea meaning
Unexplored. Unless your letting random guys come and land inside...
Oh fuvk I'm getting jealous.
I know its cancerous.
And you deserve to get so mad when I....
******* dance with devils rhymes
**** the chance of metal lids
Now existing in these images
I did drugs.
We both did some ****
We made some kids.....
We got it on. Now were stuck as dad and mom. In the abyss...
With out a clue a ****** hope in hell. And not a ******* *** to ****
So excuse me
If my mood is rotten.
Think I've gotten more maladaptive.
Habits. In the 5 years we've been rocking this.
Than in some 20 ******* years.
Of smoking ***
Popping pills. And kamikaze.
Flipping quads. Until
I'm ******* knocked unconscious *****
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 11:15 AM UTC
One must imagine Sisyphus ripped.
Shoulders like Boulders.
Quads like God's.
He was literally doing Olympian training!
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC
When people talk about traveling to the past they worry about radically
changing the present by doing something small. But rarely do they think about doing something small, to radically change the future.
Baby steps are important because they are much more achievable
then giant mountains or far away stars that cannot be touched
Short term goals are comforting to an individual
when the long term goal is still in progress, but out of reach
A sprint runner at a short distance race
has more powerful glutes, calves and quads to propel them forward
and gives them more time to build stamina, before the big marathon
Leave a tempting trail, activate cruise control, hold a hand
Wear comfy shoes and just start walking
When people think about the future, they think its already set
but it can be interchangeable, with one single step ahead.
Be progressive and advance onwards one baby step at a time
sooner than later your future will align,
and you will get there when, its your time to shine.
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 9:03 AM UTC
strands of platinum purple hair
dispersing the sun's light rays
to the violet tats that lay bare
hiding in lace lingerie
blindfold covering your anxious stare
coal black lipstick saying I dare
shapely stiletto thigh highs
zipped and laced tightly tied
quads to calves in raw hide
hips shaking as your cheeks slide
straddling the table like it's a ride
your every move is bona fide
Sam@062717
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
One day I realized
That the earth is just
One big computer
Non-action is required
It spins and spins
Around the sun
Is this the real life
Or just a fantasy?
And then I was in my car
Listening to the dogs bark
And the crickets
And the car lights went off
Up the street
As I inserted my key
In and out
The blue light
Of the dashboard
Hold fast to the center
And I pictured myself
In various places
At various times
Picturing
My future life
And thinking how
I'll always feel the same
Blahhhhhhhhh
The suffering saints
Are tired of waiting Jesus
Tired of waiting for your return
Two times and one half
Three years of tribulation
Before the return
I won't ever have a family
And you know what
I'm just going to watch comedy
Again
Hitchhiker's Guide
To The Galaxy
And I got some clothes at Sears
Wandering through the store
Like I wander through the world
I need to eat a bit more
And run a bit less
Because at 6 feet 167
With about a 31 inch waist
The bands on those elastic shorts
Well the small fit a bit better
But the small shorts fit too tightly
Around the quads
And the medium could be a bit tighter
At waist level
So I guess I could gain a few pounds
Bleh
Human Life
These people
I live with
Are completely oblivious
To the danger
This country is in
Completely oblivious
But that's how most Americans are
These days
And when the system is down
Then the real trials will come
No facebook or instagram
Or stupid celebrity news shoes
Maybe our country will be attacked
Who knows
Gotta plan ahead
Buy tighter clothing
In case I drop down in weight
Food may become scarce
I think a difficult time might
Be coming to America
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Rumbling thoughts, Open doors
My mind trying to process as words pop.
Voices in my head saying the world is yours, but the pain in patience constantly hurts.
I don't want to die young though my actions says otherwise
Playing with fire,walking through life tides.
Dreams like wings holding me from drowning as my heart beats, reminding me of timing.
Doomed never to look back.
Even if the journey seems vague, life's lessons will paint pictures on this mysterious canvas.
Make the trees a pathway to nirvana as the herbs brings solace
Keep an open mind when the clouds walk on water.
Always been a rebel.
Never followed the crowd, "Anti-law" if it's allowed.
causing grimace on faces when expected to blench, back sitting outlaw guaranteed never to flinch.
Beauty within the thorns.
But above all a hopeful heart,
Curious mind and spontaneous acts will always keep these quads in motion.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC