LOL, they don't because you don't need it. You are at max HR from the beginning to the end, there are no breaks. I shit you not that you will feel like it is a break and relief when you get to sprint 600 yards to get wet and sandy, "wet and sandy? YESSSSSSSSSS!!"
You were too nice. I would have just cut back (I did that at a line at Ocean Breeze Waterpark a few weeks ago, with my son). THEN what would he have done, lol?
Tango 6 Alpha, I see that you started a thread: http://www.elitetrader.com/vb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=247317&perpage=6&pagenumber=1 Comedy Gold!
What do you mean by "load"? And what qualifies as running? Is HIIT acceptable, using sprints? If so, how often per week? And once weight training starts, how many days per week of weight training and how many days per week of running? In terms of cardio, I prefer sprint>rest>sprint>rest etc. Is that acceptable? I was never much of a jogger.
haha..."east-end" Toronto. That city is mostly a dive, outside the core and a few richer enclaves dotted around the area. In that particular neighborhood, lots of Government housing, crackheads, blacks etc. This was a restaurant where i waited tables. With these guys I thanked them a couple times for their "big tip" (zero), and they decided to come back a few months later and threaten to kill me. You're right about fighting in terms of safety etc. Problem is, these guys were the types that go around and specifically look to fight. My friends after highschool did that. Go to a bar and pick fights, to fight. I knew if I had played possum, they'd keep on coming back. It was a split-second decision, but so out of ordinary - even given the area - i thought i had to do something.
ahah that was my signature line after customers stiffed me... Toronto is a hole. Not Chicago level, but disturbing. Within the span of three years, I think 4 people were shot to death within a 2 block radius of the restaurant. My first weekend on the job, some trashy girl helped herself into my car as I was about to drive home from work. She wanted a lift a few blocks south and being totally green, I obliged. As soon as I drove off the parking lot she offered to give me a blowjob. Looking back, the open sore on her mouth and the fur coat (no shit) was a dead give-away. The funny part is my boss saw this trash bag get into my car and me drive off with her. When I came into work the next day, he looked at me like I picked up random crackwhores off the street and banged them. haha That was par for the course, on that job.