I read this very insightful article by Shoba Narayan in today’s Mint. It’s about the L-Spot and hey, it is in no way related to the G-Spot! And the L-Spot I’m talking about is in no way related to lesbians - type ‘L-Spot’ in Google and see what you get as the first result!
The L-Spot is actually a catchy name for the lactic threshold. “This term — familiar to most marathon runners, athletes, endurance coaches and other superbly fit anomalies of humanity — has to do with the “burn” we experience when we exercise. It is a point on the treadmill when you are cursing fluently — in three languages — and then are forced to stop because you can’t even muster Bhajji’s monkey, not for want of trying but because some unseen hand is strangling you and you cannot breathe. When you are genuinely suffering during your exercise regimen, you’ve reached your lactic threshold.”
on Jun 5th, 2008 at 10:10 am
[...] been two days), I’ve been trying to run faster on the treadmill (maybe I’ll find my L-Spot!). And that’s making me mind run faster as well. Maybe I’ll not be late again, this [...]