Not exact matches
A couple of times a week I do some intense training for a short period of time like
running up the steep hill in my backyard or the basement
stairs in sets
until fatigued.
I
run up and walk down the
stairs as many times as I can,
until I almost want to throw up, and then I stop.
To calm myself, I began a routine I'd invented as a small child,
running my hands the length of my arms (a broken tibia when I was three; my mom told Doc Haverford I fell down the
stairs), slipping along my sides (several broken and fractured ribs over the years), and then lifting each leg and squeezing all the way to my feet (my legs had been a frequent target
until I started dancing).
She loved to
run and frolic with the resident shelties and
until the last few months climbed the
stairs every night to sleep with her foster family, after that the family carried her to her special place.
Before attending the show last night; I had read yet two more anti-CM articles sent my way along with a disturbing video of CM
running a young Saint Bernard
until they were heavily panting and then literally dragging and choking it (it was wearing either a choke or a prong collar; hard to tell for all I could do is mostly focus my eyes in horror upon this poor animal with what was being done to them) up a flight of
stairs.
Even
until the end, he could
run up a set of
stairs like nobody's business.