The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so your legs are getting a good workout, and you can go for longer
nerdy shit aside, iamgine how sick it must be to just let those feet fly into the air and do superman poses down a highway
I love Suze Orman and I really wish I could work with her because I think she makes people’s lives better. And if you have $6000 dollars of credit card debt and $500 in the bank and want to know whether you should get a macbook…this is the correct face.
I try not to consider myself a dog person or a cat person. I love my dog and cat equally.
But the cat makes it really fucking hard.
I don’t let either of them sleep with me often. The dog sheds a lot and the cat is an asshole. Let’s examine the difference:
Spock waits until I grant him permission to go into my room. He bounds in, circles on the bed a few times, lays down, and sleeps for 8-10 hours, only shifting a few times.
Jack sneaks into my room when I go to the bathroom, because she knows I don’t let her in otherwise. She waits until I start falling asleep, then she uses my bed as a scratchpost, walks all over my PS3, on my TV, then onto the dresser where she knocks everything off. Then looms over me while sitting on my record player. I usually jump up and throw her ass out when she starts heading toward my vintage camera collection.
She’s a jerk.