So I’m over a week into my walking challenge, and I hate everything! At least it’s not fucking summer any more, and I don’t have many blisters, but I’m sleeping twelve hours a day except for tonight, when I can’t sleep at all. Everything hurts, and walking in my suburb is SO BORING. I used to just be able to pick a direction and see something gorgeous around every corner, but here, it’s just fucking ugly ‘80s-’90s western Sydney suburbia every fucking inch I walk. Try looping that for 5km every night. Even a treadmill is more interesting. Ugh. I’m super depressed, so every evening I’m walking multiple kilometres hating everything and being depressed too. Don’t tell me exercise cures depression. Don’t even breathe it in my direction. I do not have a single ounce of cope to deal with that bullshit on top of everything. It doesn’t fix MY depression. That’s not why I’m doing this. I am doing this for the same reason you take hideous tasting medicine. I don’t have to like it.

Ruth Faraday

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Ruth Faraday

🌈 Rainbow Run 2018! I think I was literally the last person to finish, but finish I did. Sixteen minutes slower than last year, but I’m sixteen kilos heavier than I was then, so that’s fair enough. I know I certainly did more walking, less running. The hill of doom nearly killed me, but I damn well did it, all three laps.

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Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move

Gotta try it

I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.

Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.

Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, ā€œMy Liege!ā€

I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.

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Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.

Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.

I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.

I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I ā€œlooked like a soldier.ā€ I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.

Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA

It’s called the Murder Strut.

IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!

A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.

This post went from Scientific to Feminist to Educational to HILARIOUS!

#make men get the fuck out of the way 2k17

I do this now. Stand my ground. Men look flabberghasted that i wont move out of the way. The most annoying thing is when i’m walking along holding Superpups hand (he’s 2.5 years old), and people walk right up to us and expect to go between us… so for me to let go of my toddlers hand for the sake of them. One person i actually had to put my free hand out and onto their chest to block the person to stop before they ploughed into us.

Rainbow Run! And I actually ran for a lot of it!

I did three laps for a total of 6km, and I did it in 48m05s. In the rain. Which was cold and nasty when we first turned up, but after a lap I’d warmed up and taken off my hoodie. Fitbit and headphones held up fine against the drizzle and the drag queens and Dykes On Bikes armed with super soakers standing up and down the route. šŸ˜€

I bought an official t-shirt, which I’ll get @kath-ballantyne to take a pic of me wearing later.

Today’s music: Danger Days by My Chemical Romance

Went for the 8km today!

I ran for all of The Mighty Fall, Young Volcanoes, I Don’t Care and half of (Coffee’s For Closers). I still hate running! But I don’t feel quite so much like I’m dying when I go for a whole song most of the time. Hating with a fiery passion, but not dying, much.

Saturday will be my first offical event run with actual other human beings. It’s the Rainbow Run for marriage equality. I will not be required to run, as the event suggested walking would be fine. It appears it will be in a park, not on a street, so that makes me feel better. It might be raining! Which the fundies will think is a sign from god (seriously, they pray for rain on parade day every year) and which I imagine the people running will think is nicer than the 40C+ temps we had a couple of weeks ago. I have been assigned purple, which I am incredibly pleased with. I plan to go for the whole 6km.

Today’s music: Save Rock & Roll and Folie a Deux by Fall Out Boy
Today’s weight: 72.2kg

8k today! Ran for 2m30s minutes of White Noise, 2m of 21st Century, all of Listen Up Suzie (2m8s) and all of I’m Not Okay (3m8s).

Today’s Music: White Noise by The Living End and May Death Never Stop You by My Chemical Romance
Today’s Weight: 71.7kg

Fall Out Boy today! I did three runs – all of The Mighty Fall(3m32s), all of Thriller(3m29s), and all of Thnks fr th Mmrs(3m23s). I could have probably gone for the full 8kms, because my ride was late, but I couldn’t have known that so I stopped after my third run at 6.75km.

Today’s Music – Save Rock And Roll and Infinity On High by Fall Out Boy
Today’s Weight – 72.4kg

Then Chicken Caesar Salad for dinner. Actual serving size was about twice that size, but I forgot to take a picture until I’d eaten a bunch. Yes, I know that’s enormous, but I’d never made it before and didn’t realise the volume until we plated up. Balance of ingredients was good, though, so I just have to make a half-portion of everything next time. šŸ˜€