the river runs through my heart

i could scan a DIFFERENT QR code to download an app to pay for xyz after which I will delete the account and delete the app and somehow not have unsubscribed from some email list which will torment me with an email about a survey wherein I am to rate my fee-paying experience. Or I could pop a fiver into an autoteller machine and live the rest of my life free of these chains.

i got a plate of tofu rancheros tacos plus an order of hash browns and a cinnamon latte for an even twenty dollars yesterday from a place that prices their menu with tax included. one singular bill over the counter and a fiver in the tip jar. this is fast and beautiful. this is peak performance.

@closedcaptioning yeah they do! from the wikipedia article on glycogen:

for full context / it's a nice explanation / thank you for getting me to read this section, the paragraphs in Marathon Excellence talking about it

When glucose is used for energy in a muscle fiber, a phosphate ion is tacked onto the glucose molecule to convert it into G6P. Glycolysis quickly splits G6P into pyruvate which is then converted to lactate, shuttled into the mitochondria, metabolized to acetyl-CoA, and oxidized for energy to produce ATP. Glycogen is a very large molecule that functions as a warehouse for glucose. A typical glycogen molecule might contain tens of thousands of glucose molecules fused together. Glycogen stored in the liver can be broken down into glucose, which is then shuttled back to the muscles via the bloodstream. However, muscles also store copious amounts of glycogen, and this intramuscular glycogen is responsible for the majority of the carbohydrates you burn during running. In both the liver and the muscles, glycogen's large, sprawling molecular structure means it binds to a large number of water molecules, which get stored alongside the glycogen molecules. Three to four grams of water are stored per gram of glycogen, and this water acts as a "free" source of additional hydration. [...] Intramuscular glycogen is oxidized almost exactly the same way as glucose. There's one relevant difference, though, and it has to do with how individual glucose molecules are removed from the giant chains of glycogen. When a glucose molecule is leaved off from glycogen, it doesn't actually come off as glucose -- it comes off as G6P. In the liver, this is no problem: an enzyme rapidly converts G6P back to glucose and it's sent away in the blood. Muscles, though, lack the enzyme to convert G6P to glucose. As a consequence, our body cannot directly move glycogen from one muscle to another. For example, if our quadriceps are running low on glycogen, there's no way to transport any glycogen from other muscles to help out -- that muscle is stuck with only its locally available intramuscular glycogen.

so for short, that i guess that means that if someone only does upper/push/pull days, they're not going to be able to walk forever.

but i'm grumpy because he usually cites a bunch of stuff and doesn't cite this because i guess it's just common knowledge for the sports science people grumble grumble

oh yeah, when i try to search for stuff about muscle glycogen content, there's a bunch of papers ... from the 90s and earlier. so i guess it's fairly settled.

this meta-analysis from 2018, Skeletal Muscle Glycogen Content at Rest and During Endurance Exercise in Humans: A Meta-Analysis, supposedly talks about trained subjects storing about 30% more than untrained subjects.

and i got the paper, so here we go:

nb this is in mmol/kg, not g/person. not sure how many g of glycogen are in a mole of glycogen.

On the idyllic afternoon where my policies are put into action, I switch my right turn signal on a little bit too early, and in return a woman named Neci who has never seen the outside of a Soviet work prison for more than 30 minutes takes my wing mirror off with a subsonic 50-calibre warning shot from a mile away. Her dream when released is to one day visit Subway.

Up the block, a pair of teenaged child soldiers made mostly of knives who were hardwired from birth by various French ex-governmental assassination rings have disabled a Cayenne by putting $6500 of tank killer rounds through the engine block, and pull out the driver to receive her ticket.

Behind me, I hear the distinct sounds of an Uber Eats driver doing a hit and run on a parallel-parked M35A2. In response, he receives 30,000 rounds per minute of Phalanx caseless hot loads from the nearby traffic calming emplacement.

A little girl rides her single-speed Huffy up the bike lane and meekly rings her bell at a Ford Escape blocking the crosswalk. It barely has a chance to get back into gear, before an extended-magazine Uzi comes out of the Hello Kitty basket on the front.

An absolute bear of a man comes off the sidewalk and pulls in the shattered husks of each car, leaving whatever he can easily slop out of the driver's seat in the middle of the road for the crows. The child soldiers take pot shots at him from their sidearms the whole time, and cackle about composting. It is their private joke.

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