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There are some things you are going to have to think about…
Goku is really all about perseverance and constantly challenging himself. Those are the keys. Goku is always reaching to better himself because he didn’t really want to be better than anyone else, rather he wanted to truly be the better version of himself. He was always growing as a person mentally and physically and each time he surpassed himself, he surpassed those around him. So yeah, he was the best around, but that wasn’t his ultimate goal. He fought others, but he was constantly fighting himself. He loved himself, but he knew there was always more to improve upon. Though he definitely celebrated each achievement 🙂 Each milestone was important and showed the strength he gained, even though there could be even more to do ahead. He looked with in himself and by bettering himself, he always surpassed his enemies. That may not be realistic in this world because there is no law saying the hero has to win in the end of the show, but it shows that pushing yourself and only looking to better yourself can make you achieve true strength instead of measuring up to others standards of power and strength.
At least they some what showed that Goku triumphed over failure. He was pretty much good at most things from the get-go only training to hone his skill and power, but he did over come adversity and had to fail a few times to learn how to correctly do something. Often, on athletic show reels, you see the good stuff but you don’t often see the failures leading up to them. In a video by Caleb Luliano he talks about progression. You may not be able to get something at first. Try it over and over until you get it. You may have to build up the strength for it. He takes a rational approach and builds up each movement/technique.. but at the same time he is not afraid to fail. He falls until he achieves his goal, taking it one step at a time and trying until he does it. In this way you can reach things that sometimes seem not humanly possible.
Also, you are going to have to eat a lot and eat the right foods for this type of intensity/activity. No wonder Goku is always hungry.
There are some things you will have to do…
We may not have the technology to train in gravity chambers quite like Goku did, but there are some other things we can do to simulate that and press our selves beyond our limits.
1. You probably don’t have access to a military or NASA pilot training facility where you can use a centrifuge, but that would be a good start to test your body and strain against high G’s. Click Here to watch it in action.
2.Do calisthenics and weight training to simulate the high gravity. Body weight exercises can do amazing things, especially if you push the intensity. Here are some videos that demonstrate body weight exercises and also some work outs that imitate high gravity intensity.
Like the Youtube user jaxblade talks about, you are not trying to become some other character, but rather you are inspired by them and motivated to become a better you. You can use them as a model for yourself but we are all unique.
Here are some other examples of some beast mode training. Enjoy!
click the photo to view the playlist or click here.
I watched Emma Watson’s speech today and it was the second video that blew my mind this morning. It was truly amazing. But it also brought back memories. I was called a he-she when I was younger. At 9 years old I was ridiculed, belittled, and harassed because I didn’t want to do what girls were supposed to do. I didn’t want to stand there and look pretty. I wanted to play, I wanted to be tough, I wanted to be queen of the monkey bars, and I loved dragon shirts instead of dresses! lol I can look back on this and smile, but those times are a little embarrassing to recall because I suppose I am still self conscious of them, still nervous people will think the same way. But I shouldn’t be. Because I see no shame. All I see is a child’s spirit that was doused like an annoying flame because it was too bright. I feel robbed of the love and positivity I could have had for myself. Robbed of time spent actually being myself. It got to the point where I wanted to be a boy, not because I actually wanted to be a boy, but because theat’s where I thought I would be accepted, that’s where I thought I belonged, where I fit. I didn’t know I was perfectly fine the way I was, that I was a strong beautiful woman the way I was and not because I wore dresses. I saw the ease at which men could be viewed as powerful and was envious. I thought I had to be a boy to have those same things. I was wrong.
As I entered middle school I started to believe everyone, I started to feel like less of a woman, I started to hate myself because I felt so lost, so undefined. But, I don’t need to be defined or labeled. The only label I need is me. Once I saw that I felt freer. But, I hated my self for a long time because I didn’t know who Ii was. In fact, everyone else had ideas about me, kept telling me, who I was before I even knew. All I knew was they were wrong, but the more they said things the more I doubted myself. It’s kind of hard not to hold strong in your belief of yourself and turn the other cheek when a whole class of kids tell you things multiple times a day and ostracize you, isolate you because of it. So you try to fit in, you change yourself. But I never should have done that. Those were horrible, negative years that the majority of the time was not spent enjoyed. Yet, I wouldn’t change it, because it has made me who I am. Maybe, I am better for having known adversity. I still wouldn’t wish what I went through on anyone, though.
Finally 19 years later I began to accept myself. And now I can stand on my own two feet, proud and confident in who I am. I still doubt myself sometimes but not for those same reasons because I finally love myself. I love feeling “feminine”, feeling pretty and sexy in a typical woman way, but in the same sense I feel even more beautiful feeling badass and powerful. But I don’t HAVE to be powerful. I am just myself. As strong as I need to be, as strong as I want to be and not in a feminine way. In a human way.
Even now I cringe a bit because I am defining feminism in a predefined social norm kind of way. These are the things we think of women: squeal at bugs, take hours in the bathroom, have to have makeup on, have to be dainty, have to wear pretty things, and have to be less aggressive than men or even submissive. I hate bugs and I put makeup on, but only because I want to not because I am supposed to And vise versa, men have to be the ones in charge, the providers, the strong ones. In reality we are all a blend of these things and each person is different. Married couples make a team, filling in where the other lacks despite gender. Like yin and yang. They lean on each other and help each other where it is needed.
These things though, are the way woman are perceived to be, stemming from a long time ago. I can not tell if they were inherently that way or if they just filled the role that was made for them a long time ago and stuck with it for a while, creating what we think of now as “women.” But, one thing is true, things have changed. People can be all different types of individuals and just as much a man or woman as the next even if they are different. .
Emma says, “If we stop defining each other by who we aren’t, and start defining ourselves by who we are, we can be freer.”
Luckily, a couple years ago, I found this out and it changed my perception on life and on myself. Because society not only tells us to define others this way, but to define ourselves this way and we end up not measuring up. We end up hating ourselves for imagined standards. Standards that only a few hold. We are human, we are a mix of many different things. We are never just one thing (masculine, feminine, aggressive, submissive). In all reality we can be submissive for somethings and aggressive for others at the same time. Masculinity and feminine has become synonymous with aggressive and submissive. But that is not true.
So no, a man is not feminine if he is sensitive, he is just a sensitive man. And a woman is not masculine if she is tough, she is just a tough woman. Everyone has their preferences when it comes to attraction, and that is fine, but that does not make those who don’t fit your attraction lesser. They are still valued for being themselves.
So I don’t believe in the word feminism and that’s the only thing I don’t agree with about this speech. Because that implies it’s one sided and it does imply that hatred of the opposite. I think a better word would be equalism or humanism. I don’t have the perfect word yet and like she said we are struggling to find a unifying word, but DO have a unifying cause, one where no one is secluded.
Also, am I the only one that thinks the music that introduces her seems patronizing, what everyone thinks women’s music should be. Well I think it should be something with a hard beat lol she made an epic speech.
But, anyways, I don’t understand why we have to hurt each other to feel like better people ourselves, why we have to put others down to seem like we fit a mold, like we are a better man or woman for doing so. Pointing out someones “flaws” as perceived by the general role of a man or woman does not make you any more of a man or a woman. It just makes you a bitch.
If you would like to see another video somewhat on the subject, with hard facts, but is more aimed at humor, then check this out. http://www.upworthy.com/john-oliver-expected-to-catch-miss-america-in-a-lie-but-what-he-found-was-kinda-worse?c=ufb1
I generally don’t make personal posts about my life, but I feel it is necessary this time. I feel bad that I haven’t been posting at all lately and I thought I could share the reason why to how ever many followers I have left.
My family and I have been going through an ordeal. On the 29th of December, two days before his birthday, my dad suffered a carotid artery dissection. Basically, that means the inner lining of one of his arteries tore. His tear went from the c6 vertebrae (basically the base of the neck) up into his skull. The torn inner lining rolled up like a rug and blocked blood flow. This cannot be fixed. The outer lining then bulged out and pushed on a lot of the nerves leading up his face into his head. This caused his eye to droop ( a rare condition that does not always accompany dissection called Horner’s). Because his eye drooped and his pupil was not responding, my mom took him to the emergency room where he found out he narrowly missed a stroke. He was there for a week before he got to come home. Now, almost 7 weeks out, he is still in incredible pain (which most people who have suffered similarly say won’t go away). He also has had to come to terms with his mortality. He is 47 years old. Most people who have a carotid artery dissection have multiple strokes and another dissection in a different artery. I hope that he is the exception.
Let me tell you a little something about my dad:
He is extremely stubborn and extremely physical. His trade is carpentry and he is very good at his job. His whole life he’s been a physical person and his job requires him to lift weights that even the younger guys can’t (which he prides himself on). He was the bread winner of the household (which he was also proud of, providing for his family). Now, he is no longer to lift anything over 8 pounds or bend over or reach high. Those actions could tear his artery more or cause a stroke. But, he also gets tired and in pain when he does those things. The other day an older gentleman had to help my mom get something to the car from a food pantry while he stood helpless. He is also not allowed to stress. Which is already an impossible thing to do on top of being scared you’ll die or become brain dead. But, wait, there’s more…
All of a sudden he can’t work and will have to be on disability. We have no money coming in and we were already behind in several payments. We are worrying about money for food, medicine, medical appointments and bills, and, now, we are getting kicked out of our house because the rent is just too high. We are fighting to take care of my dad, to keep each other sane, to stay alive, and to stay together. I really would like to be able to help more, but I cannot do enough to get us out of this whole. None of us can. Not yet. We need time to get back on our feet. But, we don’t have time.
My parents have always been the ones to take others into our home or give a helping hand when they could. They have always provided for me and my brother and gave us the best they could. The greatest thing they have given us was their love, understanding, and respect, as well as taught us from their experience. They have always been the type of people to sacrifice themselves to give to others and I love that I have grown to be like them. And as I watch them struggle because they cannot give us better circumstances and because they cannot provide enough, I wish I could do more. One of the hardest parts of this whole thing is to watch them hurt. If I had to move out and be on my own just so THEY could get help, of course I would hate being away from them, but I would do it in an instant. I want them to stop stressing. I honestly worry that it will kill them. And on top of that, they have always tried to help my dreams come true, yet they have never really had theirs come true. I want so badly to be able to give them that. I would settle, however, on just giving them a place to stay with minimal stress and enough money for medications, but I can’t. Not on my own.
This is where you come in. I hate asking for help. I would much rather be giving to others, but part of giving to others is excepting graciously and paying it forward when you have the chance to again. Plus, it is a necessity right now. You do not have to do anything, but I will ask anyway. If you could please spare anything, please donate to help us out. And if you can’t, please just share the donation site on any social media networking site you have. We are not asking for luxuries, we are asking for enough to just get by.
In other news, I will try to post more on this blog as it is something I love to do and seems to be a nice place for others to share their opinions.
I’m sorry that I haven’t posted in a while. Life has been getting busy lately. But, what’s new, right?
There are so many things I want to review, but I always refresh my mind by rereading or re-watching or re-playing what I review. I just haven’t had time for that lately. I promise I’ll try harder, though.
Things I plan to review:
Beyond Two Souls
If there’s anything you would like me to review also, just let me know 🙂
I got an assignment in Graphics class to remake an ad campaign for an old TV show or movie. After searching through titles, I came across one I wanted to do: Samurai Jack. Remember that show? I suddenly got an idea. I would redo the campaign, making a movie poster for a live action Samurai Jack. How cool would that be? Does anyone else find that interesting?
Today, I found myself arguing (sort of) about who gets which Evee evolution. After we got a plush Evee at Comic Con, my finace and I wanted to collect all the evolutions. He told me he had to have Umbreon. I compromised after he made a compelling argument and said he could have the Umbreon, but I wanted Espeon. Then he named off Flareon, Vaporeon, and Jolteon and I said no to each. They were mine. I had to have the originals. I love them. He tried to dissuade me, but he now way. I told him we could both get Jolteon if he wanted, one would be at his house and a bigger one would be at mine ;). He let me have those three and then named off Glaceon, Leafeon, and Faireon. I agreed to let him have them. When we live together, we will essentially have all of them anyways, but for now we have to decide. It was much dorkier and cuter in person, I promise. But, I stopped and realized we were just debating Pokemon plushes. And I found it awesome! I was so glad I could do that with him :p
I didn’t know, at first, why this book spoke to me so much, but, later, I read something about that author that said she had used Behavioral Therapy techniques as inspiration. I understood then why I loved this so much, among other reasons. I have OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I will refrain from getting into it too much, but I will say it is not always like the people on TV. It is truly like living in terror. Like, seeing headlights coming straight at you and you are panicked, flushed, and scared to death right before it hits. But, it never hits. You are just stuck there, waiting for it to wreck your life. That fear can be crippling. It can prevent you from reacting well in situations or even from handling small things, sometimes. There is a way to combat it, though.
People with OCD have to go through their own simulations, just like the Dauntless. We call them Exposures. It might not be quite as extreme, but it sure seems that way to us. We have to face everything we are afraid of and never back down, or well, learn not to. We have to simulate how our feared situations feel, how they would look, everything. Just like Four, we have to do them over and over until we aren’t afraid anymore, until the fear isn’t crippling. We had to rewire our brain. It was one of, if not the most, hardest things I’ve ever had to do. It took months of painstaking work, but the feeling of conquering fear is amazing.
OCD never goes away. I will always have to keep it in check. And sometimes there is no reason for the anxiety, it just comes on as a feeling that I can’t stop. I had a reprieve for a while, but over the years, I have begun to fear more.
The thing that really inspired me was facing fears and becoming fearless (not truly, but more like courageous). I liked the idea of a society full of people who wanted to be strong (even though they had a lot of down falls). They celebrated strength, courage, and life. I liked the idea of interpreting the anxiety as feeling alive rather than it feeling like the end of the world.
After I read Divergent, I tried to interpret things differently. When I felt scared, I tried to turn it into a thrill. I tried to embrace it. I was re-inspired to face my fears. I used to be more dauntless. I will be once again.