<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:50:22.287-04:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Trails'/><category term='Race Report'/><category term='Crosstraining'/><category term='What hurts today'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Recovery'/><category term='Law School'/><category term='Speed work'/><category term='Basics'/><category term='Love/Hate'/><category term='Barefoot'/><category term='NERD ALERT'/><category term='AWESOME'/><category term='Gear'/><category term='Training'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Race Prep'/><category term='FAIL'/><title type='text'>Slow Runnings</title><subtitle type='html'>The diary of a part-time runner</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-2884150911353814840</id><published>2011-04-01T21:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:11:22.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Oh, The Races You'll Miss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: You want to know the best thing about your pregnancy? No races. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a &lt;strong&gt;trooper&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the best race spectator in the world (I like to call him "Crew Chief"), and I think he definitely earned a break from the &lt;strong&gt;5:00 am wake-up calls, navigating difficult race parking and having to talk me off the cliff when the slightest thing goes wrong&lt;/strong&gt; (shirt isn't clean, can't find ipod, can't go to the potty, etc.). True &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-2884150911353814840?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/2884150911353814840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-races-youll-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2884150911353814840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2884150911353814840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-races-youll-miss.html' title='Oh, The Races You&apos;ll Miss!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4262694752084515147</id><published>2011-03-31T16:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:36:48.383-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Rage Against Maternity Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CONFESSION&lt;/strong&gt;: Most maternity "fashion" options &lt;strong&gt;make. me. cringe.&lt;/strong&gt; Behold: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C00H1HW0vV0/TZTkU6hnKTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nE4grgkyCV0/s1600/flowerymess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344085432379698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C00H1HW0vV0/TZTkU6hnKTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nE4grgkyCV0/s320/flowerymess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FLOWERS EVERYWHERE&lt;/strong&gt;. Because we need another reminder that YOU ARE IN FACT FERTILE. Get it? GET IT?!?! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGgKiuglzj4/TZTkUyH4QqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vsimB1tTrUs/s1600/crisscrossnonsense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344083176964770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGgKiuglzj4/TZTkUyH4QqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vsimB1tTrUs/s320/crisscrossnonsense.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And &lt;strong&gt;criss-crossy tops&lt;/strong&gt;! Because...because...&lt;strong&gt;WHY?!&lt;/strong&gt; Pregnant ladies do not look good in criss-crossy tops. &lt;p&gt;Solution: I don't shop maternity anymore. I'm just buying oversized regular sized stuff. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant over&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks for listening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4262694752084515147?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4262694752084515147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/rage-against-maternity-clothes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4262694752084515147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4262694752084515147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/rage-against-maternity-clothes.html' title='Rage Against Maternity Clothes'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C00H1HW0vV0/TZTkU6hnKTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nE4grgkyCV0/s72-c/flowerymess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3750148781013080199</id><published>2011-03-22T13:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:59:20.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><title type='text'>Running partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfrAYjfhQpE/TYjfVu3tCOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oA7LhpYM654/s1600/Grace_harness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586960902205016290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfrAYjfhQpE/TYjfVu3tCOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oA7LhpYM654/s320/Grace_harness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Gracie Lou&lt;/strong&gt;, mid-howl and rocking her new pink comfort-fit harness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, turns out &lt;strong&gt;Gracie's walking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;speed perfectly matches my pregnancy-wobble-run stride for stride&lt;/strong&gt;. This keeps her from pulling the fire out of the leash (which is why I've always been so reluctant to walk her in the past).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I say the word "WALK," Gracie starts into this horrible &lt;strong&gt;whimper-howl of excitement&lt;/strong&gt;, all the while throwing herself at the garage door. It's pathetic. AND ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace does pretty well on our runs. She's hyper-focused and pays little attention to people or other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem we have is with &lt;strong&gt;BIRDS.&lt;/strong&gt; They send her into a complete frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like when the ice-cream truck rolls by (for me, at least). I start the whimper-howl and throw myself at the door until Hubs restrains me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3750148781013080199?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3750148781013080199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/running-partner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3750148781013080199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3750148781013080199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/running-partner.html' title='Running partner'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfrAYjfhQpE/TYjfVu3tCOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oA7LhpYM654/s72-c/Grace_harness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-5056504347121137166</id><published>2011-03-20T19:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:58:54.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What hurts today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I have a perfectly good excuse for not updating this blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Poor, poor pitiful blog&lt;/strong&gt;. Nearly abandoned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year and a half, I've used law school as my &lt;strong&gt;"I'm too busy to do XYZ" &lt;/strong&gt;excuse but BOY can I top that one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzQCM4NxcM8/TYaTa2C9JFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qivC5B8TwRo/s1600/IMG00275-20110316-0823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586314477193471058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzQCM4NxcM8/TYaTa2C9JFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qivC5B8TwRo/s320/IMG00275-20110316-0823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing everything in my power to destroy my usually orderly bathroom? No, actually...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the past six months, &lt;strong&gt;I've been growing a HUMAN&lt;/strong&gt;. Hubs and I are expecting &lt;strong&gt;our first tiny slow-runner&lt;/strong&gt; at the end of June. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, we are excited! Yes, we planned this! And no, we don't know what we're having and we won't until we meet the critter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pregnancy is no excuse to stop exercising. &lt;strong&gt;Crippling morning sickness&lt;/strong&gt;, however, is a different story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now I'm in my second trimester, feeling great and &lt;strong&gt;running 5 days a week again&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't call it a comeback! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, pregnant running is &lt;strong&gt;extra, extra slow &lt;/strong&gt;for me&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;And I can hardly do more than 3 miles. And there are lots of &lt;strong&gt;SUPER FUN pregnancy side effects&lt;/strong&gt; that come into play (you'll never guess what happens every time I sneeze...unless you're a mom or mom-to-be...in which case WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME?). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But considering I didn't run more than 4 total miles for 12 weeks, I am pretty excited to be hitting the pavement again...even if &lt;strong&gt;I am forced to wear Hubs' work-out tees&lt;/strong&gt; because mine don't fit no mo'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is my intention to &lt;strong&gt;a) run until I pop&lt;/strong&gt; (or am advised otherwise); &lt;strong&gt;b) keep updating this blog&lt;/strong&gt;; and c&lt;strong&gt;) not allow this blog to become a "mommy-blog"&lt;/strong&gt; by keeping it running-centric. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What hurts today&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My knees. But only in the middle of the night. My doc told me not to worry-- pregnancy loosens your ligaments and "the extra weight doesn't help" (she tells me delicately). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-5056504347121137166?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/5056504347121137166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-perfectly-good-excuse-for-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5056504347121137166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5056504347121137166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-perfectly-good-excuse-for-not.html' title='I have a perfectly good excuse for not updating this blog.'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzQCM4NxcM8/TYaTa2C9JFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qivC5B8TwRo/s72-c/IMG00275-20110316-0823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3717167694961611914</id><published>2010-08-09T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:43:49.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Gracie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/TGCsqArZVqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fDAY03ddnw0/s1600/spaniel_run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503588582383244962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/TGCsqArZVqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fDAY03ddnw0/s320/spaniel_run.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm feeling a little stressed out, I google "Brittany Spaniel" and scroll through the images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art imitating life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3717167694961611914?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3717167694961611914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/08/gracie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3717167694961611914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3717167694961611914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/08/gracie.html' title='Gracie!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/TGCsqArZVqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fDAY03ddnw0/s72-c/spaniel_run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3646790925514447967</id><published>2010-08-06T15:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:29:56.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><title type='text'>Long tread</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The weather today was beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;, but I opted to run at the gym instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my "long" run day (8 mi), and I don't know why I thought I could run for that long on a treadmill, but I thought "What the hey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must have slipped into &lt;strong&gt;bizarro-running universe&lt;/strong&gt;, because everything about my run today was the opposite of how I usually like to run:&lt;br /&gt;a) I was on a treadmill&lt;br /&gt;b) I was on a treadmill for more than 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;c) I was on a treadmill for more than 30 mintues in my running shoes (not my Vibrams)&lt;br /&gt;d) I was on a treadmill for more than 30 minutes in my running shoes (not my Vibrams) while watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;strong&gt;it wasn't bad at all! &lt;/strong&gt;Weird. Usually I get really bored on the t-mill, but today I was ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be paying for it tomorrow, &lt;strong&gt;because my legs HATE my running shoes&lt;/strong&gt;. Right now my hamstrings are scah-reeming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...school is COMING. Getting casebooks in the mail is like &lt;strong&gt;Opposite Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3646790925514447967?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3646790925514447967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-tread.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3646790925514447967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3646790925514447967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-tread.html' title='Long tread'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4960089637167255386</id><published>2010-08-02T16:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:38:52.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>Broke(d)!</title><content type='html'>Preeeeetty sure &lt;strong&gt;I broke my Garmin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I accidentally left it on ALL NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; and the battery was completely drained. I plugged 'er in to charge and got nuffin. I did the "soft reset" and got her rolling again, but when it stopped working right before my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. &lt;strong&gt;Trying not to panic&lt;/strong&gt;. Although, running 8 miles without it (just like the old days) felt really good. I finished in 1:15, which is a little slower than usual, but not too far off my goal pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, "goal pace." I mean "don't walk, survive, think of dessert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess &lt;strong&gt;I'll be running for duration&lt;/strong&gt; (40 mins., 1 hour, etc.) until I figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and school is about to start again. HIP HIP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4960089637167255386?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4960089637167255386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/08/broked.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4960089637167255386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4960089637167255386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/08/broked.html' title='Broke(d)!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6341158493729214197</id><published>2010-07-21T15:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:39:34.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Report'/><title type='text'>9 month recap!</title><content type='html'>I've been a little &lt;strong&gt;distracted&lt;/strong&gt; these past 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I've kept running! And improving, sort of...&lt;strong&gt;I ran the KDF Mini in 2:06:26&lt;/strong&gt; (according to my Garmin). Thing is, I could have broke 2:00 hours if I had kept on the gas for the last three miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/TEdMO2vm7dI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DGx-ZpmlMUU/s1600/bb_mini_2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496445688326057426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/TEdMO2vm7dI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DGx-ZpmlMUU/s320/bb_mini_2010.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I was like, &lt;strong&gt;"eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And then I ran the Bluegrass 10K in &lt;strong&gt;57:05. &lt;/strong&gt;My chip time was 58:something, but I'm sticking with my Garmin time because...well, it's &lt;em&gt;better. &lt;/em&gt;Very pumpkin-eater of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal was 55:00 and I would have been angry except for the fact that I had a &lt;strong&gt;CRITICAL ERROR&lt;/strong&gt; in the um, &lt;em&gt;digestive department&lt;/em&gt; around Mile 5 and had to limp towards the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by "finish line" I mean "Dunkin Dounuts Bathroom that was on the Course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that story deserves its own post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I'm gearing up for the &lt;strong&gt;Chickamauga Battlefield Marathon in November&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, and more blog posts (for my husband, mom and mom-in-law who still read this blog).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6341158493729214197?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6341158493729214197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/07/9-month-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6341158493729214197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6341158493729214197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/07/9-month-recap.html' title='9 month recap!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/TEdMO2vm7dI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DGx-ZpmlMUU/s72-c/bb_mini_2010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-9034968857920322955</id><published>2010-07-20T19:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:31:05.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><title type='text'>RETURN OF THE BB!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to update this blog. AND REALLY SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises. Swearies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'm going to watch a movie with Hubs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-9034968857920322955?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/9034968857920322955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/07/return-of-bb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/9034968857920322955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/9034968857920322955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2010/07/return-of-bb.html' title='RETURN OF THE BB!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-743602769055358708</id><published>2009-12-04T08:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:52:33.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><title type='text'>Ok, ok...</title><content type='html'>It's freezing outside and I already pushed the ottoman out of the way to clear room for the exercise bike, but &lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH excuses...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's time for a run&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm strapping on my FiveFingers as I speak(type) and I'm heading out the door momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway through my final exams, and when I'm finished &lt;strong&gt;I predict an epic comeback&lt;/strong&gt; to the world of slow running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to those of you who still read this&lt;/strong&gt; (when I do update). I hope everyone is training strong and having great runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little 1L reflection that will &lt;strong&gt;only make sense to law students&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Property&lt;/strong&gt;: nicest professor until we saw our 9 page fact pattern for the final.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Contracts&lt;/strong&gt;: test is next week...it's hard not to like contracts. Everyone likes contracts!&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Civil Procedure&lt;/strong&gt;: my favorite class...which means something is seriously wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Torts&lt;/strong&gt;: worthless. WORTH. LESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-743602769055358708?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/743602769055358708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-ok.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/743602769055358708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/743602769055358708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-ok.html' title='Ok, ok...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3601641588389989926</id><published>2009-10-16T07:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:58:54.750-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Slim Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A lot of the blogs I read are diet/fitness related, and they always have really insightful tips about healthy eating and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say eat what you want and if you're not happy with your body...well, I can't help you. I'm not an expert in anything health related and I don't act like I am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am however an expert in Jurassic Park quotes, but that may not help you do anything. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have discovered a great way to lose weight quickly! Just follow these easy steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Take LSAT.&lt;br /&gt;2) Apply to law school.&lt;br /&gt;3) Get in to law school.&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to class.&lt;br /&gt;5) Take both research final + Torts midterm + turn in first memo (EVER) in span of five days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND CHA-CHING! You'll drop weight like a prize fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my mileage has dropped to below 10 miles a week (far below it...try like, 4 miles) and I've managed to lose weight by stressing out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I'm just losing muscle that took me a year and hundreds of miles to accumulate, so I'm not exactly jazzed about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT I feel a comeback coming...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3601641588389989926?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3601641588389989926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/10/slim-down.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3601641588389989926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3601641588389989926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/10/slim-down.html' title='Slim Down'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-2941572856554129530</id><published>2009-10-12T18:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:51:07.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><title type='text'>Epic (fail) Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HEY HEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I haven't posted in two months...epic fail. But I have a good excuse! &lt;strong&gt;I'm a 1L!&lt;/strong&gt; That's a totally legit excuse, right D.A.R.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't run that Downtown Doubler and I haven't trained for the L'Ville half. I haven't posted on Run the Ville and I haven't posted a +10 mile run since my marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the world keeps spinning! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;I have kept running&lt;/strong&gt;, just not training. I'm running &lt;strong&gt;100% in my Five-Fingers&lt;/strong&gt;, even on the treadmill...which, I must say, is quite the audio-sensory experience with the &lt;strong&gt;THUDTHUDTHUD&lt;/strong&gt; sound feet-with-no-padding-on-treadmill makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about being a 1L? Well, the most frustrating part of it all is the constant feeling of &lt;strong&gt;being one step behind&lt;/strong&gt;. Even if I've read and briefed for class, there is always &lt;em&gt;something &lt;/em&gt;else I could be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, &lt;strong&gt;one day ahead is behind&lt;/strong&gt;. There is no such thing as "being on top" of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully plan on diving back into training come Christmas Break. So I'll go retool the ol' race calendar and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's training is going well...I can't wait to cross (any) finish line again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-2941572856554129530?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/2941572856554129530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-fail-return.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2941572856554129530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2941572856554129530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-fail-return.html' title='Epic (fail) Return'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-399098518464810807</id><published>2009-08-20T18:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:53:54.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posted...I just finished my first week of law school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it's been a bit time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm still running (or trying to) and I have a new race on the calendar: The Downtown Doubler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 15k/30k that starts and ends downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try it "barefoot!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-399098518464810807?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/399098518464810807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/mia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/399098518464810807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/399098518464810807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-2946297124245528690</id><published>2009-08-06T14:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:54:39.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barefoot'/><title type='text'>The Downside</title><content type='html'>I swear my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KSOs&lt;/span&gt; are have some sort &lt;strong&gt;freaky hippie voodoo&lt;/strong&gt; built in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin splints? &lt;strong&gt;Gone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore hips? &lt;strong&gt;Nope&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runner's knee? &lt;strong&gt;VANQUISHED by the power of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barefootin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have also encouraged me to &lt;strong&gt;get as much trail running in as I can&lt;/strong&gt; because running down a muddy, root riddled trail is a BLAST in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fivefingers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came across three bunny rabbits on the trail and they didn't even bat a furry eyelash at me. It's like they could sense &lt;strong&gt;my good barefoot vibes!&lt;/strong&gt; (Or they thought I was just a harmless vagrant wandering the forest...either way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;strong&gt;what is the downside?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off the nail polish from my toenails and they are &lt;strong&gt;straight up NASTY&lt;/strong&gt;. They don't hurt, but they sure look like they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uggle&lt;/span&gt; toes, sorry folks. It's too soon after lunch for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I finished &lt;strong&gt;my first ever case brief&lt;/strong&gt; for law school orientation! And when I reread my work I noticed I typed &lt;strong&gt;"TRAIL court"&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;"TRIAL court"&lt;/strong&gt; at least 7 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;freaky hippie voodoo&lt;/strong&gt; is seeping into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;brainz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-2946297124245528690?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/2946297124245528690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/downside.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2946297124245528690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2946297124245528690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/downside.html' title='The Downside'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8758228748488920660</id><published>2009-08-03T19:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:54:22.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barefoot'/><title type='text'>New Feet</title><content type='html'>I took the plunge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SnduuRBxLRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5TnYgSyFy1c/s1600-h/June-August+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365879222159093010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SnduuRBxLRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5TnYgSyFy1c/s320/June-August+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And bought a pair of Vibram Fivefingers KSOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get the FAQs out of the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Yes, &lt;/em&gt;I run in these.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Yes, &lt;/em&gt;I can run on the road and gravel.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Yes, &lt;/em&gt;I can run for "long" distances.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;, they aren't water shoes (but they can be).&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;No,&lt;/em&gt; they don't slow me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fivefingers replicate the sensation of &lt;strong&gt;barefoot running&lt;/strong&gt; and allow the body to run as biomechanically "correct" as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I started wearing my KSOs, &lt;strong&gt;my runner's knee pain has completely subsided&lt;/strong&gt;. I also feel "lighter" without my Brooks weighing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a couple of runs to &lt;strong&gt;toughen up&lt;/strong&gt; your feet (heels especially), but I'll take a couple of blisters over knee or hip pain any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trail running&lt;/strong&gt; is especially exciting in these babies...they let your toes grip on the roots and rocks as you hop through the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that most runners I encounter think I'm nuts, but hey-- to each his own. I just call them &lt;strong&gt;Hybrids for my feet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8758228748488920660?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8758228748488920660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-feet.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8758228748488920660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8758228748488920660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-feet.html' title='New Feet'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SnduuRBxLRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5TnYgSyFy1c/s72-c/June-August+073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7325635196399843443</id><published>2009-07-31T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:45:55.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trails'/><title type='text'>Muddy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I felt like &lt;strong&gt;punishing my legs&lt;/strong&gt;, so I took my run off-road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed a little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XC&lt;/span&gt; trail&lt;/strong&gt; around the park and then cut back through my new favorite trail. &lt;strong&gt;Running in grass &lt;/strong&gt;really jacks up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; intensity, and I really (really) need to get my aerobic level back up to where it was before my little hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the trail was &lt;strong&gt;muddy and slick&lt;/strong&gt;...I almost ate dirt a couple times, but managed to keep my balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've stuck to my &lt;strong&gt;3 Day Training Plan&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 5 mile "long" run (still trying to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mojo&lt;/span&gt; back)&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Cross&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 4x400 on the treadmill&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 3 miles on the TM (torture)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 3 mile tempo/trail run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the weekend and hopefully a &lt;strong&gt;7 or 8 miler in the country&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7325635196399843443?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7325635196399843443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/muddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7325635196399843443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7325635196399843443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/muddy.html' title='Muddy'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6790160718192387358</id><published>2009-07-29T16:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:46:35.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>Barefootin'</title><content type='html'>I really want a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.vibramfivefingers.com/products/products_Sprint_f.cfm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these babies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SnC0YODr1LI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-KRZDkwUcaQ/s1600-h/fajfingr-10-5-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363985484381672626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SnC0YODr1LI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-KRZDkwUcaQ/s320/fajfingr-10-5-2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot running = &lt;strong&gt;less running related injuries&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about for all you runners out there suffering from ITBS and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate question is: &lt;strong&gt;do I have the guts to wear these in public?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SnCz52T0SWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7s2PvX9va2Y/s1600-h/fivefingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6790160718192387358?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6790160718192387358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/barefootin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6790160718192387358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6790160718192387358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/barefootin.html' title='Barefootin&apos;'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SnC0YODr1LI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-KRZDkwUcaQ/s72-c/fajfingr-10-5-2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4445648781450596041</id><published>2009-07-24T09:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:54:59.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speed work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><title type='text'>Wanted: New Training Plan</title><content type='html'>With all this slacking and school prep, I keep forgetting about &lt;strong&gt;the half marathon in October&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't 100% commit to running the thing&lt;/strong&gt; until I get a better handle on my school schedule (which is TBA at the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that &lt;strong&gt;I will make time to run&lt;/strong&gt;...there isn't a doubt in my mind about that. But if the past year has taught me anything, it's that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;running &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;training&lt;/em&gt; are two different monsters&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is fun and casual. &lt;strong&gt;Training is fun and...stressful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runner's World has a &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-244--9369-1-1X2X3X4X5X6X7-8,00.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Day Half Marathon Training Plan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that might work for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesdays&lt;/strong&gt;: Speed work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesdays:&lt;/strong&gt; Tempo runs (starts at 3 miles and tops out at 8 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday OR Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; Long runs (6-12 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems pretty flexible...I'd add a couple days of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crosstraining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Also I may convert Tuesdays into &lt;strong&gt;short distance tempos rather than gut-busting speed sessions&lt;/strong&gt;, although a little speed work certainly wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can &lt;strong&gt;three days a week&lt;/strong&gt; get the job done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I settle on a plan, I'm just keeping it steady as she goes as far as running. Hubs and I are running tomorrow, and I'd like to get &lt;strong&gt;5 miles with some trail running&lt;/strong&gt; thrown in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to &lt;strong&gt;kayak with my coworkers&lt;/strong&gt; (and I'm totally counting this as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crosstraining&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4445648781450596041?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4445648781450596041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanted-new-training-plan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4445648781450596041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4445648781450596041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanted-new-training-plan.html' title='Wanted: New Training Plan'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7586329167348103426</id><published>2009-07-20T20:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:11:22.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trails'/><title type='text'>My First Trail Run</title><content type='html'>Knee still hurts, but not enough to stop me from getting out in this GREAT weather and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I tried my hand (and feet) at &lt;strong&gt;trail running&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it. Was. &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a "short" &lt;strong&gt;1.25 mile loop&lt;/strong&gt;, but I went the wrong way (a couple times) and ended up doing &lt;strong&gt;3 miles on the trail&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while to get used to that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wobbley&lt;/span&gt; feeling in my ankles, but then I felt like I was absolutely &lt;strong&gt;FLYING down that trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was certainly a different running experience-- now my &lt;strong&gt;calf and quads&lt;/strong&gt; are more sore than they've been in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was rewarding enough that I will do it again...and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I've even made a &lt;strong&gt;new blog tag&lt;/strong&gt; for it-- that's commitment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7586329167348103426?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7586329167348103426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-trail-run.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7586329167348103426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7586329167348103426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-trail-run.html' title='My First Trail Run'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-2377489344859346172</id><published>2009-07-16T12:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:21:58.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recovery'/><title type='text'>About that "100%"</title><content type='html'>So...when I said I was &lt;strong&gt;"100% okay"&lt;/strong&gt; after my week long hiatus, I may have lied a bit. I just didn't know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a brisk &lt;strong&gt;3 miler&lt;/strong&gt; on Tuesday and DANG did my knee object. I'm pretty confident it's good ol' runner's knee, I just don't know why it came on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my run, I went shopping for some school clothes (ahh, back to school). And then &lt;strong&gt;my car wouldn't start&lt;/strong&gt;. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing says "Happy Birthday" like a &lt;strong&gt;busted knee and a car that won't start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;my 24th birthday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side? I'm getting&lt;strong&gt; faster&lt;/strong&gt;. And isn't that what it's all about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-2377489344859346172?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/2377489344859346172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-that-100.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2377489344859346172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2377489344859346172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-that-100.html' title='About that &quot;100%&quot;'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4946596409319870347</id><published>2009-07-13T14:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:25:39.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recovery'/><title type='text'>Pretty Lazy</title><content type='html'>Obviously, I've been &lt;strong&gt;pretty lazy&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I took &lt;strong&gt;a brief hiatus&lt;/strong&gt; from running and thus had nothing to talk about in this here runnin' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't run at all last week&lt;/strong&gt;. I went to the gym everyday and did 45 - 60 minutes on the good ol' eliptical, but alas...no running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from &lt;strong&gt;5k to marathon in 13 months&lt;/strong&gt; and I think I earned a low impact week. Also my knee freaked me out (I'm 100% fine now) and I wanted a little break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be back at it again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4946596409319870347?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4946596409319870347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-lazy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4946596409319870347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4946596409319870347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-lazy.html' title='Pretty Lazy'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4983462593608821429</id><published>2009-07-06T09:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:15:30.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What hurts today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Report'/><title type='text'>Bluegrass 10,000 Race Report</title><content type='html'>Let's play the "Good News / Bad News" game with the Bluegrass 10K:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEATHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good News: &lt;strong&gt;Overcast&lt;/strong&gt;, cool-ish at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News: It's still &lt;strong&gt;July in Kentucky&lt;/strong&gt;...so I was still drenched in sweat. Also, not all runners want to be dosed with a fire hose during the race. I feel like I was dodging the spray every quarter mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good News: &lt;strong&gt;Flat &lt;/strong&gt;and we passed Coach Cal's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News: &lt;strong&gt;Surprise hill&lt;/strong&gt; on Richmond road at mile 4-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News: &lt;strong&gt;NEGATIVE SPLITS!&lt;/strong&gt; Wahoo! I'll post my Garmin times later, but I got faster each mile...Mile 0-1 was 10:09 and Mile 6-finish was 8:44.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News: Way too much &lt;strong&gt;yo-yo-ing&lt;/strong&gt; with my pace for the first 2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News: Technically, it was a 6.3 mile race...my time was &lt;strong&gt;1:00:47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News: I stopped my Garmin at 6.2 miles (1:00:22), but either way &lt;strong&gt;I didn't PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;INJURY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Good News: Starting a race with &lt;strong&gt;no injuries&lt;/strong&gt; or pain was a great feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News: Until the &lt;strong&gt;knee pain&lt;/strong&gt; kicks in at mile .5. Brand new, not IT-band related knee pain on my left leg (which I have always considered to be my "good knee")...going get it checked out because I think it may involve my meniscus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs reasoned that when I ran the Rodes 10k in March, &lt;strong&gt;I was in better "training shape"&lt;/strong&gt; for the distance because of my marathon (then half marathon) training schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's right...and considering I am &lt;strong&gt;coming off of marathon recovery&lt;/strong&gt; I'm pretty proud of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pretty sharp, that Hubs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4983462593608821429?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4983462593608821429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/bluegrass-10000-race-report.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4983462593608821429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4983462593608821429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/bluegrass-10000-race-report.html' title='Bluegrass 10,000 Race Report'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8594795255915846582</id><published>2009-07-02T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:01:51.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Some sort of trap</title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;Bluegrass 10K&lt;/strong&gt; is this weekend and it will be&lt;strong&gt; the furthest I've run since the marathon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'd LOVE to PR, I just don't know...I don't think I'm back in the grove quite yet. I've been consciously trying to run "faster," but the Garmin doesn't lie...sometimes I just feel completely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still &lt;strong&gt;optimistic&lt;/strong&gt;, but I'm not exactly counting on setting a new PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been &lt;strong&gt;playing stay-at-home mom&lt;/strong&gt; to my fur-baby, &lt;strong&gt;Gracie Lou&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's an American Brittany (a spaniel) and she's a bird dog. &lt;strong&gt;She's also smart&lt;/strong&gt;. Like, freaky human smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday and found &lt;strong&gt;this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkzItEyOYBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fNUyoikRKdg/s1600-h/june_july+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353874733740744722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkzItEyOYBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fNUyoikRKdg/s320/june_july+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her favorite pillow propped up by her favorite bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted Hubs and said it was funny, but he said he didn't do it. He thought I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkzIs56BlOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GtWv3CLncGQ/s1600-h/june_july+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353874730820670690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkzIs56BlOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GtWv3CLncGQ/s320/june_july+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realized...&lt;strong&gt;Gracie did it&lt;/strong&gt;. She set it up like some sort of &lt;strong&gt;TRAP&lt;/strong&gt; to catch a human. She probably was going to shove us in her crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkzIsQG08oI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zE1dz1SojnE/s1600-h/june_july+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353874719600079490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkzIsQG08oI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zE1dz1SojnE/s320/june_july+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been more effective if Gracie slipped &lt;strong&gt;a bag of Cheetos&lt;/strong&gt; under the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8594795255915846582?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8594795255915846582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-sort-of-trap.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8594795255915846582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8594795255915846582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-sort-of-trap.html' title='Some sort of trap'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkzItEyOYBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fNUyoikRKdg/s72-c/june_july+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-1370333352841218154</id><published>2009-06-29T21:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:25:13.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Weekend report...</title><content type='html'>Days like Saturday make me wonder &lt;strong&gt;how I ever ran a marathon in the first place&lt;/strong&gt;...(if you stepped outside on Saturday then you now what I'm talking about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;SWELTERING.&lt;/strong&gt; The air was absolutely soupy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several moments when I thought I was going to vomit or pass out. I told myself it was all in my head (it was) and kept chugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my Garmin chirped and let me know &lt;strong&gt;I hit 2 miles, &lt;/strong&gt;I turned around. 4 miles, 42 minutes of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's exercise was a lot more entertaining...I played &lt;strong&gt;my first lacrosse game&lt;/strong&gt; in over a year. I woke up so so so sore this morning. That's the sign of a good game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-1370333352841218154?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/1370333352841218154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-report.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1370333352841218154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1370333352841218154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-report.html' title='Weekend report...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3008284398651896662</id><published>2009-06-25T09:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:00:51.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NERD ALERT'/><title type='text'>Box O' Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, I've been slacking in the blogging arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;strong&gt;new schedule&lt;/strong&gt; at work which affords me a couple days off here and there, so this week I've thrown myself headfirst into some projects around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been able to get my &lt;strong&gt;runs and workouts finished before noon!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, what a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the track at the park was really crowded, so I grabbed my stick and headed over to the &lt;strong&gt;lacrosse field&lt;/strong&gt; to shoot on a goal for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on the way home I kept giggling repeating the phrase &lt;strong&gt;"laCROSSe training&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's my week so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sunday: Speed work, 5 x 400&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 3 miles&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 4 mile tempo&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 30 minutes elliptical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: 1 mile warm-up, 45 minutes lacrosse shooting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's also been a lot of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkOAvBdo5TI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pmUJVBedfoU/s1600-h/nerd+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351262327581238578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkOAvBdo5TI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pmUJVBedfoU/s320/nerd+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my coworkers (a former law student) gave me what I am affectionately referring to as a &lt;strong&gt;"Box o' Nerd."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a huge box filled with law school related materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkOAvWVJtWI/AAAAAAAAAco/y2ha1nGDWEc/s1600-h/nerd+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351262333182784866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkOAvWVJtWI/AAAAAAAAAco/y2ha1nGDWEc/s320/nerd+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched most of it, but I am thumbing through all the articles on essay exams and general &lt;strong&gt;"how to not embarrass yourself as a 1L"&lt;/strong&gt; stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3008284398651896662?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3008284398651896662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/box-o-nerd.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3008284398651896662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3008284398651896662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/box-o-nerd.html' title='Box O&apos; Nerd'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SkOAvBdo5TI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pmUJVBedfoU/s72-c/nerd+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6614381651774710662</id><published>2009-06-22T11:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:13:15.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speed work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Speedy post</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick post about SPEED WORKOUTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my stats (these are 400m laps):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1:50  (7:23/mile)&lt;br /&gt;- 1:58 (8:01/mile)&lt;br /&gt;- 1:40 (6:42/mile)&lt;br /&gt;- 1:50 (7:23/mile)&lt;br /&gt;- 1:42 (6:44/mile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still getting a hang of speed work...after my first lap I realized I was going too fast, so I tried to keep it consistent at a 8:00/mile pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopsie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6614381651774710662?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6614381651774710662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/speedy-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6614381651774710662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6614381651774710662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/speedy-post.html' title='Speedy post'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8225571165769154498</id><published>2009-06-19T09:39:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:20:06.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Report'/><title type='text'>Dream Sheet</title><content type='html'>The results from the Hatfield McCoy Marathon were posted and LO AND BEHOLD I came in &lt;strong&gt;6th in my age group...out of 7 runners&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to Hubs, "I came in &lt;strong&gt;second to last&lt;/strong&gt; in my age group."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he exuberantly replied, &lt;strong&gt;"YOU BEAT SOMEONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ah,&lt;strong&gt; the optimism of Hubs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good crew chief/grilled cheese maker/husband for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've sufficiently buttered him up, moving on to my &lt;strong&gt;marathon dream sheet -- &lt;/strong&gt;races on my "must-do" list (&lt;em&gt;Hubs is shaking his head&lt;/em&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.derbyfestivalmarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kentucky Derby Festival Marathon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this race were a tagline for an action movie, it would be &lt;em&gt;"This time...it's about REDEMPTION."&lt;/em&gt; I ran the half this past April and it was the &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdf-mini-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;most unpleasant of my race experiences&lt;/a&gt;. It was hot, runners were grumpy...in fact I've yet to hear a positive race report from anyone I know. I'd like a chance to redeem myself (I think we all would).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.rnraz.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock n' Roll Arizona Marathon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rock n' Roll marathons have a reputation of being fun and "runner friendly." Plus one of my BFFs lives in Phoenix now, so I love to work in a mini-vacation to see her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.kiawahresort.com/recreation/marathon/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiawah Island Marathon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I love Charleston, I love Kiawah. Why not? Trying to talk my Mom into doing this one with me in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://vofmarathon.ning.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valley of Fire Marathon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a challenging, small-town race in the same vein as Hatfield McCoy. It's also a GORGEOUS course...it might not be a possibility for the next couple of years but it's definitely my ultimate "dream" marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjuaImLsbFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mqR4kWs5TRQ/s1600-h/valley_of_fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349038454911822930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjuaImLsbFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mqR4kWs5TRQ/s320/valley_of_fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hubs is now furiously writing an email explaining why we can't spend any more money on marathons and traveling to marathons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Don't worry, Hubs...I'm just daydreaming about blisters and GUs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8225571165769154498?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8225571165769154498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-sheet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8225571165769154498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8225571165769154498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-sheet.html' title='Dream Sheet'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjuaImLsbFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mqR4kWs5TRQ/s72-c/valley_of_fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-301041999261410858</id><published>2009-06-18T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:57:37.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what now?</title><content type='html'>I guess everyone goes through the post-marathon &lt;strong&gt;"NOW WHAT" phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of love it...of course&lt;strong&gt; I want to do another marathon&lt;/strong&gt; (probably KDF in April) but I also like the &lt;strong&gt;"no pressure" running&lt;/strong&gt; I get to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next race is the &lt;a href="http://www.lexingtonky.gov/index.aspx?page=1576"&gt;Bluegrass 10K &lt;/a&gt;on July 4th and I'd like to set a new PR. I guess that means &lt;strong&gt;tempos runs and track workouts&lt;/strong&gt;, neither of which I really bothered with while marathon training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my tentative &lt;strong&gt;10k training schedule&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mid-distance runs (4-6 miles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tempo runs / Speed workouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Long runs (6+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross training&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice &lt;strong&gt;my "long" runs aren't really that long&lt;/strong&gt; and that's simply because I don't need to run 12 miles to get ready for a 10k in July. But I probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sun comes out I will try to run an easy &lt;strong&gt;3 miles&lt;/strong&gt; this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the long term plan, I'd like to run the &lt;strong&gt;Louisville Half Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; in October, &lt;strong&gt;KDF Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; in April and return to West Virginia for the &lt;strong&gt;Hatfield McCoy Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a fever...and the only cure...is more &lt;s&gt;cowbell&lt;/s&gt; marathon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-301041999261410858?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/301041999261410858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-what-now.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/301041999261410858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/301041999261410858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-what-now.html' title='So, what now?'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6196445799843136930</id><published>2009-06-16T13:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:22:59.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What hurts today'/><title type='text'>Marathon Feet and other ailments</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; this is sort of gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the marathon I taped up both of my big toes with &lt;strong&gt;blister pads&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for preventative measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think the &lt;strong&gt;blister pads encouraged the blisters to form&lt;/strong&gt;. That and when I accidentally dumped a cup of water on my shoes at mile 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 18 I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;"Hmph...my toes are feeling a little sore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finished I was afraid to take my shoes off...when I did,&lt;strong&gt; THERE THEY WERE&lt;/strong&gt;. My big toes had alien blisters attached to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you all are, but I prefer &lt;strong&gt;a direct and aggressive approach&lt;/strong&gt; to dealing with blisters...as in...popping them as soon as I can get to a bathroom. Gross, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have this to deal with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjfP-BpAiTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/1OBillHdaU8/s1600-h/bandaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347971747025029426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjfP-BpAiTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/1OBillHdaU8/s320/bandaids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...I should let them "breathe." But I'm afraid if I do that &lt;strong&gt;they will destroy Tokyo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, three toenails are about to &lt;strong&gt;make a break for it&lt;/strong&gt;. The big'uns for sure, but today I noticed one of the ancillary toenails was looking &lt;strong&gt;a little blueish&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lot more mobile today than I was yesterday...I still go back and forth between a &lt;strong&gt;low-impact shuffle&lt;/strong&gt; to a &lt;strong&gt;weird little high-step&lt;/strong&gt; when I try to force my legs to "walk normally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss, who owns horses, said I looked like I had a &lt;em&gt;"hitch in my giddy-up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I said "Thanks!" and she said she meant I looked&lt;strong&gt; a little lame&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other gross post-race news, I am happy to report that &lt;strong&gt;I chaffed like a real life marathon runner&lt;/strong&gt;...a little around my neck from my sports bra, but the worst of it is under my&lt;strong&gt; arm pits&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in the saddle (enough with the horse metaphors) tonight at the gym-- probably planted on the &lt;strong&gt;stationary bike&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6196445799843136930?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6196445799843136930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/marathon-feet-and-other-ailments.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6196445799843136930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6196445799843136930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/marathon-feet-and-other-ailments.html' title='Marathon Feet and other ailments'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjfP-BpAiTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/1OBillHdaU8/s72-c/bandaids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8983533822362074919</id><published>2009-06-14T17:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:06:27.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Report'/><title type='text'>Hatfield McCoy Marathon Race Report</title><content type='html'>WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT...was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And sorry in advance for any grammatical or spelling errors...even my fingers are sore today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Hatfield McCoy Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; was an incredible race. The volunteers were friendly, the course was beautiful and the overall experience was just plain &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start at the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the hotel and laid all my gear out on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVvwgiVrWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TYheDZ4Z5yk/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303011730697570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVvwgiVrWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TYheDZ4Z5yk/s320/marathon_anniversary+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overpacked&lt;/span&gt;, but better safe than sorry. I think I brought 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GU's&lt;/span&gt; and 10 Shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blox&lt;/span&gt;. I ended up carrying &lt;strong&gt;12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Endurolyte&lt;/span&gt; tablets, 3 packs of GU and 6 Shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SPI&lt;/span&gt; belt (it was filled to capacity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVvwXwsA9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/XGViXBcmClo/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303009374962642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVvwXwsA9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/XGViXBcmClo/s320/marathon_anniversary+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race started at the Food City in Goody, Kentucky. I was so nervous, but I tried to stay loose. It was a "small" race; someone mentioned maybe 500 participants (most of whom ran the half).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each runner was put on a "team" to represent one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;feudin&lt;/span&gt;' families: &lt;strong&gt;I was a McCoy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVvcw-NrJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ntykcm97fKY/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302672545197202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVvcw-NrJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ntykcm97fKY/s320/marathon_anniversary+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I still got a picture with &lt;strong&gt;Devil Hatfield&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu-ybTbNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/eNbinb-RDQc/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302157539568850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu-ybTbNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/eNbinb-RDQc/s320/marathon_anniversary+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we were in the MOUNTAINS. I mentioned this was my first marathon and one of the locals teased me about making it over Blackberry Mountain. I tried to mentally prepare for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu-n2LJZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nhJHuWP3Gog/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302154699482514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu-n2LJZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nhJHuWP3Gog/s320/marathon_anniversary+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a literal shot-gun start we were off...&lt;strong&gt;I was running my first marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu-Q9cU_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/dZVZlB8cew0/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302148555953138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu-Q9cU_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/dZVZlB8cew0/s320/marathon_anniversary+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed the blue &lt;strong&gt;"Hillbilly footprints"&lt;/strong&gt; along the course. This race was very low-tech, and I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miles 1-6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook off the nerves early, and tried to focus on a slow starting pace. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Garmin&lt;/span&gt; told me I was chugging along at 10:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;/mile, and I was happy with that. People were flying past me...but I didn't care. &lt;strong&gt;This was my first marathon and I wanted to FINISH it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;hydration strategy&lt;/strong&gt; was simple: walk through the water stops, take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GUs&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;endurolytes&lt;/span&gt; every 5 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;water-stops were themed&lt;/strong&gt;...it was a contest amongst the volunteers. The first one had a group of elementary aged kids dressed as angels with the "Hallelujah Chorus" playing on a boom-box. Do you think you'd see that at big city marathon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good...talking to some runners but mostly eavesdropping. I can spot most of the half-marathoners because they aren't carrying GU and they are pushing the pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu-DFQdzI/AAAAAAAAAao/I0qY7ChQyQ8/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302144830633778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu-DFQdzI/AAAAAAAAAao/I0qY7ChQyQ8/s320/marathon_anniversary+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 7-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous &lt;strong&gt;Blackberry Mountain&lt;/strong&gt;...it was steep and long; a mile climb actually. I tried to keep my strides short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my pace slipping, but I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride DOWN the mountain was pretty wild. I bid a fond &lt;strong&gt;farewell to my toenails&lt;/strong&gt; and tried not to fall on my face as I zoomed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu9zkuDvI/AAAAAAAAAag/JJPivnUB7_8/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302140667629298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVu9zkuDvI/AAAAAAAAAag/JJPivnUB7_8/s320/marathon_anniversary+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs snapped some great pictures&lt;/strong&gt; of the scenery while he waited for me at the half-way point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half-marathon ended in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Matewan&lt;/span&gt;, West Virginia. I ran with two women for a while, Tracy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, who were running the half and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; to be finished. They wished me luck on the rest of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wasn't bothered to pass the half-marathon finish and see everyone done and wearing their medals. &lt;strong&gt;I never had the urge to just quit at the half&lt;/strong&gt;. I was too busy celebrating reaching my half-way point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only 13 more miles to go&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVuNGzDgTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/keiUPRvsw5U/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347301304014438706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVuNGzDgTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/keiUPRvsw5U/s320/marathon_anniversary+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go! Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mile 14-19:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things got a &lt;strong&gt;little wild&lt;/strong&gt; after the half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We abandoned the roads and started down a &lt;strong&gt;narrow street that became a gravel path that became a washed-out trail&lt;/strong&gt;. It had rained the night before and the trail was covered in mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to slow down and watch where I was placing my foot...and dang, &lt;strong&gt;it was slippery&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half of the marathon was really unique because I felt like &lt;strong&gt;I was running by myself&lt;/strong&gt;...usually there was a runner about 100 yards in front and behind me, but I'd lose sight of them on the country roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the volunteers were amazing so I was never worried about hurting myself or needing help. One man even checked up on us via ATV on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mile 18 we popped back out onto a golf course and ran &lt;strong&gt;over a swinging wooden bridge&lt;/strong&gt;. Again, you wouldn't see stuff like this at a big marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were handing out leis at the next water-stop, so I thought "Why not?" &lt;strong&gt;This is MY marathon...I can wear a lei if I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVuM0Wp2zI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/6D2cKrYY52E/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347301299063479090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVuM0Wp2zI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/6D2cKrYY52E/s320/marathon_anniversary+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I came over the hill towards mile marker 19, I noticed Hubs and my parents were waiting for me! I hadn't seen a single spectator on the course and &lt;strong&gt;THERE THEY WERE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great boost...I gave some sweaty hugs and told them I'd see them at the finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mile 20-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all want to hear about "the wall?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;strong&gt; I never hit "the wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided before the race to implement scheduled walk breaks in the later miles to avoid bonking. Basically, &lt;strong&gt;I wanted to &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt; so I could &lt;em&gt;run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never walked more than .2 a mile at a time, and I kept my pace above 14 min/mile when walking (and I pumped my arms like a power-walker too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, &lt;strong&gt;my legs felt as fresh as ever&lt;/strong&gt; when I started to run. I was running 10:30 min/miles again! At mile 24!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER had a "I hate this" moment. I NEVER regretted signing up for the marathon. I NEVER wanted to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, &lt;strong&gt;everything hurt&lt;/strong&gt; but I expected that...&lt;strong&gt;I didn't expect to enjoy myself the entire time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mile .2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVuMlZ0vkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gjh8fSzosUM/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347301295050243650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVuMlZ0vkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gjh8fSzosUM/s320/marathon_anniversary+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bonus of a small town race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running the last .2 by yourself, down the a city street with the &lt;strong&gt;entire town cheering for you&lt;/strong&gt;. Talk about worth the effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVuMdg7dYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/za6ztemVDYo/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347301292932560258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVuMdg7dYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/za6ztemVDYo/s320/marathon_anniversary+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Devil Hatfield and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ranel&lt;/span&gt; McCoy a high-five and I was a marathoner&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:25:07 clock time&lt;/strong&gt; (my secret goal was sub 5:30!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the report...I will probably be posting more about this marathon because &lt;strong&gt;I just loved it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My first marathon is in the books, and I must say...I may have set the bar too high. &lt;strong&gt;It will be hard to find a marathon that was as fun as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy crap, I am sore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVuMEgEKmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6L-bvbcEurI/s1600-h/marathon_anniversary+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8983533822362074919?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8983533822362074919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/hatfield-mccoy-marathon-race-report.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8983533822362074919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8983533822362074919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/hatfield-mccoy-marathon-race-report.html' title='Hatfield McCoy Marathon Race Report'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjVvwgiVrWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TYheDZ4Z5yk/s72-c/marathon_anniversary+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-1064845934337796316</id><published>2009-06-12T07:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:08:54.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>24 hours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Your biggest challenge isn't someone else. It's the aching in your lungs and the burning in your legs, and a little voice inside you that yells "can't". But you don't listen, you just push harder and then you hear a voice whisper "can" and you realize the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No testing has overtaken you that is not common to everyone. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tested beyond your strength, but with the testing he will also provide the way out so that you may be able to endure it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Corinthians 10:13 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks&lt;/strong&gt; again for all the encouragement and support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon, &lt;strong&gt;have a GREAT weekend&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-1064845934337796316?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/1064845934337796316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/24-hours.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1064845934337796316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1064845934337796316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/24-hours.html' title='24 hours...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8496085654123756278</id><published>2009-06-11T14:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:12:42.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Convo with the Bestie about Cycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjFSOGh62sI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JHGh71Xu_IQ/s1600-h/bike_fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346144634890017474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjFSOGh62sI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JHGh71Xu_IQ/s320/bike_fall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another double-post! Egads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...I was chatting with my BFF on instant messenger about &lt;strong&gt;volunteering at the Louisville Ironman&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a cycling junkie, so started asking her questions about &lt;strong&gt;cycling etiquette&lt;/strong&gt;, rules of the road, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;resulting conversation&lt;/strong&gt;, in all its un-spell-checked glory:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;how fast are they going when they [cyclists] come down a hill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;like a medium sized hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;top speeds on big hills are like 60-70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in races&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on a med hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just riding for fun or whatever, probably 30ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if someone [cyclist] hits me, say clips me in the leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 30 mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in my leg?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont make the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, but say they get tossed from the bike...head over handlebars straight up tossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you get into a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is why we are friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes, who wins in the resulting fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you may have a broken leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but they could have any number of broken things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you could still lift up the bike to hit them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i would have position on the bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is blog worthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casey says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everything we say is blog worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends-4vr&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI--&lt;/strong&gt; I'm totally &lt;strong&gt;safe&lt;/strong&gt; on the roads and &lt;strong&gt;respectful of cyclists&lt;/strong&gt;. I've never had a problem with them and I don't expect I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I can (and often do) debate stuff like this for HOURS. Though typically the fictional match-ups involve &lt;strong&gt;T-1000, Batman and Predator&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8496085654123756278?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8496085654123756278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/convo-with-bestie-about-cycling.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8496085654123756278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8496085654123756278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/convo-with-bestie-about-cycling.html' title='Convo with the Bestie about Cycling'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjFSOGh62sI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JHGh71Xu_IQ/s72-c/bike_fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6123212354649625437</id><published>2009-06-11T10:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:25:16.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>POWER SONGS</title><content type='html'>A critical step in race prep...&lt;strong&gt;polishing up the ol' playlist&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I won't listen to music for most of the race, but I wanted to have an hour or two of &lt;strong&gt;POWER SONGS&lt;/strong&gt; just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that I won't activate the &lt;strong&gt;POWER SONGS&lt;/strong&gt; until mile 20, but I'll have them ready to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite &lt;strong&gt;POWER SONGS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diva"- Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;"Gun Powder and Lead"- Miranda Lambert&lt;br /&gt;"Head Bust"- Shark City Click&lt;br /&gt;"Love Game"- Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;"Rock Me In"- Brit Brit Spears&lt;br /&gt;"Sweeeeeeeeeet Emooooootion" - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;"How I Could Just Kill a Man"- Rage Against the Machine&lt;br /&gt;"Bombtrack"- RATM&lt;br /&gt;"Bulls on Parade"- RATM&lt;br /&gt;"She's Country"- Jason Aldean&lt;br /&gt;"Fortunate Son"- CCR&lt;br /&gt;"Fuel"- Metallica (quite possibly the most POWERFUL of the POWER SONGS?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are&lt;strong&gt; the essentials&lt;/strong&gt;. The rest of the playlist will likely consist of Pitbull, Rage Against the Machine and the Fast and Furious soundtrack (which is mostly Pitbull).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about that last mile, when I need to&lt;strong&gt; start my mental celebration&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of my &lt;strong&gt;LAST MILE SONGS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big Time"- Big and Rich&lt;br /&gt;"Down"- Chris Brown*&lt;br /&gt;"Southern Cross"- Jimmy Buffett&lt;br /&gt;"Piece of Work"- Jimmy Buffett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I still listen to Chris Brown. Sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, my &lt;strong&gt;POWER SONGS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when I'll actually plug-in, but I'll have the iPod on standby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6123212354649625437?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6123212354649625437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/power-songs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6123212354649625437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6123212354649625437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/power-songs.html' title='POWER SONGS'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-221624139991216619</id><published>2009-06-10T11:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:28:41.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>Hey! You there!</title><content type='html'>I hate double posting, but I had to share some &lt;strong&gt;beautiful artwork&lt;/strong&gt; with the blog world today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my APB to any &lt;strong&gt;"lurkers"&lt;/strong&gt; out there who may be running the &lt;strong&gt;Hatfield McCoy Marathon&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me at the start line, on the course, laying on the side of the road...&lt;strong&gt;please come say "HI!" to me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally pleasant in person and would love to make some new runner friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;strong&gt;composite sketch&lt;/strong&gt; of BB on race day so you can find me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si_NnsztQfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/G7RKvXtfEyk/s1600-h/BB_gear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717364638695922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si_NnsztQfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/G7RKvXtfEyk/s320/BB_gear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call my special marathon outfit &lt;strong&gt;"The Johnny Cash."&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be rocking the &lt;strong&gt;visor&lt;/strong&gt; with my 'fro tied up in &lt;strong&gt;double-buns&lt;/strong&gt;. On a good day it's very Minnie-Mouse; bad day it's Princess Leia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;shout me a holler&lt;/strong&gt; if you see me...it would make my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-221624139991216619?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/221624139991216619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-you-there.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/221624139991216619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/221624139991216619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-you-there.html' title='Hey! You there!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si_NnsztQfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/G7RKvXtfEyk/s72-c/BB_gear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4265925100762865243</id><published>2009-06-10T08:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:50:46.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Born to run?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After watching the &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/marathon/program.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVA Marathon Challenge&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(thanks, Jake!) I'm taking away some interesting points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are humans &lt;em&gt;born to run?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Springy arch of the human foot&lt;br /&gt;-Hairless skin&lt;br /&gt;-Abundant sweat glands provide exceptional cooling&lt;br /&gt;-Large muscular butts that prevent humans from tipping forward while running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not necessarily built for "speed"; &lt;strong&gt;sometimes squirrels can out-race us&lt;/strong&gt;...but in a warm climate over distance, &lt;strong&gt;we can outrun dogs, antelope and even horses&lt;/strong&gt; (which would all overheat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series also illustrates the &lt;strong&gt;devastation of injury&lt;/strong&gt; during training. I'm happy to report that as of my afternoon run yesterday, all &lt;strong&gt;tightness and pain in my calf and shin are gone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;strong&gt;marathon miracle&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping my luck holds up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4265925100762865243?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4265925100762865243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/born-to-run.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4265925100762865243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4265925100762865243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/born-to-run.html' title='Born to run?'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7871492477306870644</id><published>2009-06-09T08:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:16:01.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>Mind Boggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Five Stages of Pre-Marathon Mind Boggle&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) DENIAL&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A marathon? No problem. That won't be hard at all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) ANGER&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WHAT WAS I THINKING?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) BARGAINING&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can always just run the half..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) DEPRESSION&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why bother running?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) ACCEPTANCE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm running a marathon on Saturday." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely a &lt;strong&gt;Stage-Fiver&lt;/strong&gt; at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm too caught up in the&lt;strong&gt; little details&lt;/strong&gt; (W&lt;em&gt;hich pair of socks should I wear? What kind of bandaids should I pack? How many chicken nuggets can I fit into my mouth afterwards?) &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;worry&lt;/strong&gt; about the race itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mind boggling, my new &lt;strong&gt;Garmin&lt;/strong&gt; is AMAZING. I always knew I was slow, but now I have a tool to tell me just how &lt;strong&gt;slow&lt;/strong&gt; I am&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart rate data is especially interesting...after a run I can go back and see&lt;strong&gt; why my heart felt like it was about to explode&lt;/strong&gt; at that hill at mile 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh, because it almost did! Technology is wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7871492477306870644?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7871492477306870644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind-boggle.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7871492477306870644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7871492477306870644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind-boggle.html' title='Mind Boggle'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-2948339711877859521</id><published>2009-06-08T08:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:36:54.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><title type='text'>Happy 1 Year!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our 1 year &lt;strong&gt;wedding anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si0Cyx63JVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZLlXz08QY1c/s1600-h/wedding_party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344931404175582546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si0Cyx63JVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZLlXz08QY1c/s320/wedding_party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si0CysThdeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/S_4cBTawQGI/s1600-h/bb_hubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344931402668406242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si0CysThdeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/S_4cBTawQGI/s320/bb_hubs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Mellwood Art Center...(such a neat place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si0CrD_P0pI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ZG-kehAT4Dg/s1600-h/wedding_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344931271586861714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si0CrD_P0pI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ZG-kehAT4Dg/s320/wedding_cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cake was a little frozen, but still pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs spoiled me with a &lt;strong&gt;new tote for law school&lt;/strong&gt; and lunch out. We also got one of those &lt;strong&gt;single serving coffee makers&lt;/strong&gt; from my parents, which is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;strong&gt;great day&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-2948339711877859521?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/2948339711877859521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-1-year.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2948339711877859521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2948339711877859521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-1-year.html' title='Happy 1 Year!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Si0Cyx63JVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZLlXz08QY1c/s72-c/wedding_party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4028470049227442215</id><published>2009-06-05T13:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:30:57.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><title type='text'>New Toy</title><content type='html'>I went a little crazy with the &lt;a href="http://runningtimes.com/Article.aspx?ArticleID=6765"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running Times Calculator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential marathon times based on previous races:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Race / Time = Equivalent Marathon Time / Pace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5k (28:18) = &lt;strong&gt;4:36:41&lt;/strong&gt;, 10:33/mile&lt;br /&gt;10k (58:38) = &lt;strong&gt;4:35:11&lt;/strong&gt;, 10:30/mile&lt;br /&gt;10 miler (January- 1:51:36) = &lt;strong&gt;5:16:04&lt;/strong&gt;, 12:03/mile&lt;br /&gt;10 miler (April-1:40:18) = &lt;strong&gt;4:44:05&lt;/strong&gt;, 10:50/mile&lt;br /&gt;Half marathon (2:28:07) = &lt;strong&gt;5:10:07&lt;/strong&gt;, 11:50/mile&lt;br /&gt;20 miler (training run- 3:30:00**) = &lt;strong&gt;4:42:48&lt;/strong&gt;, 10:47/mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**I added some extra time to account for the water stops on race day**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way to predict your time is to take your &lt;strong&gt;10k and multiply it by 4.65&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;58:38 x 4.65 = &lt;strong&gt;4:54:38 marathon&lt;/strong&gt; (272.6 minutes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what I'm seeing&lt;strong&gt;...got some sub 5:00:00's&lt;/strong&gt; in there! To set goals or not set goals, that is the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have a way to &lt;strong&gt;keep track&lt;/strong&gt; of my pace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SilR7p8_eDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/LZAZnd5XcNs/s1600-h/garmin1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343892518167607346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SilR7p8_eDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/LZAZnd5XcNs/s320/garmin1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My parent's gave me a brand, spankin' new &lt;strong&gt;Garmin Forerunner 305&lt;/strong&gt; as an early birthday present...they wanted me to have it for my marathon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, Mom and Dad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to give it a whirl this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4028470049227442215?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4028470049227442215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-toy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4028470049227442215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4028470049227442215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SilR7p8_eDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/LZAZnd5XcNs/s72-c/garmin1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4397806114198442355</id><published>2009-06-04T14:47:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:07:04.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>The Hills</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdf-mini-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;half marathon experience&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;still lingers in the back of my mind...&lt;strong&gt;I did so many things wrong&lt;/strong&gt; at that race...no iPod, no gels or blox, cotton shirt (last minute wardrobe emergency).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and not to mention the &lt;strong&gt;intense and unexpected HEAT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've been &lt;strong&gt;training in the heat&lt;/strong&gt; and been smart about my race fueling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also &lt;strong&gt;worked the hills&lt;/strong&gt; like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;strong&gt;elevation map&lt;/strong&gt; for my 15 miler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SiggF9ernhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TlVS3CX2mTg/s1600-h/15mile_alt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343556244649778706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SiggF9ernhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TlVS3CX2mTg/s400/15mile_alt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my &lt;strong&gt;"long" runs&lt;/strong&gt; (8+) are based on this route. FLAT is not a term in my training repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, when you consider &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SigiCgbLayI/AAAAAAAAAYk/AOEoOilONic/s1600-h/hm_alt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343558384334105378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SigiCgbLayI/AAAAAAAAAYk/AOEoOilONic/s400/hm_alt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hatfield/McCoy Elevation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sigk3dL0D6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/PgScWCQO7Nc/s1600-h/KDF_alt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343561493020676002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sigk3dL0D6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/PgScWCQO7Nc/s400/KDF_alt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kentucky Derby Festival Elevation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Behold, dear bloggies! The &lt;strong&gt;Hatfield/McCoy Marathon elevation map&lt;/strong&gt; on top, &lt;strong&gt;KDF Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; with the park hills on bottom for a little compare and contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the privilege of running&lt;strong&gt; the second set of park hills&lt;/strong&gt; at the KDF (I was a left-turner)...and I'm glad I didn't have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, let's focus on the race at hand...check out &lt;strong&gt;Blackberry Mountain&lt;/strong&gt; at mile 4-7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;one of the staples of this race&lt;/strong&gt; and I will treat it with the utmost respect. Not gonna mess around with that monster...it's like a &lt;strong&gt;seismic blip! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(But word on the street is the &lt;strong&gt;little roller at mile 23&lt;/strong&gt; is the real killer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goody, goody! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4397806114198442355?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4397806114198442355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/hills.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4397806114198442355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4397806114198442355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/hills.html' title='The Hills'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SiggF9ernhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TlVS3CX2mTg/s72-c/15mile_alt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3553896486236316983</id><published>2009-06-04T08:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:41:38.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Thursday mish-mash</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with about &lt;strong&gt;5 different things I wanted to blog about&lt;/strong&gt; swirling around in my noggin, so you'll get a little bit of everything this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the gym and ran &lt;strong&gt;3.5 miles in honor of National Running Day&lt;/strong&gt;. I still think I'm tapering "too much" but I don't want to take a chances with my wonky calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever gotten a&lt;strong&gt; sports massage&lt;/strong&gt; after a race or hard run? Was there a lot of screaming involved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in &lt;strong&gt;Target&lt;/strong&gt; when I heard a mother and her two sons blabbering in the aisle next to me. The oldest son (about 10) held up a shirt and asked &lt;strong&gt;"THIS is an extra-small? It's huge!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which to mother replied, "&lt;strong&gt;Well, America's FAT."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was absolutely&lt;strong&gt; incensed.&lt;/strong&gt; For two reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This woman is &lt;strong&gt;no brilliant social-scientist&lt;/strong&gt;, making an original or groundbreaking assertion in the racks of target. No, no...she probably just watched a Dateline episode entitled "America is FAT." I half expected her to turn to me and shout "GO GREEN! ECONOMIC DOWNTURN! BRANGELINA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Now her son is going to go to school, find the chubby kid and &lt;strong&gt;execute the use of this phrase&lt;/strong&gt; in the ugliest way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got...just a &lt;strong&gt;case for sterilization&lt;/strong&gt; by the clearance rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of &lt;strong&gt;Brangelina&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b127372_brad_angelina_together_just_like_before.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they didn't break up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The world can keep a'spinning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I need this for law school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SifAECN6CUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/BYPKgqaDYTY/s1600-h/coach_planner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343450658445592898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SifAECN6CUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/BYPKgqaDYTY/s320/coach_planner2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;! (it's almost Friday) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3553896486236316983?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3553896486236316983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-mish-mash.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3553896486236316983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3553896486236316983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-mish-mash.html' title='Thursday mish-mash'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SifAECN6CUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/BYPKgqaDYTY/s72-c/coach_planner2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7146654369930368455</id><published>2009-06-03T10:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:56:09.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>National Running Day</title><content type='html'>Whadda ya know, it's &lt;a href="http://www.runningday.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Running Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;get out and RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just a trip around the block, whatever works...you never know, it may be the start of a blog-inducing addiction to running :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unrelated: I joined Twitter...I don't Tweet, I just look at Tweets? Listen to Tweets?! Whatever...anyway, I'm now following Levar Burton and the entire cast of the Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dumber for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SiaOFX81oNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jMoS_XiiHXU/s1600-h/reading_rainbow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343114230901350610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SiaOFX81oNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jMoS_XiiHXU/s320/reading_rainbow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7146654369930368455?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7146654369930368455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/national-running-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7146654369930368455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7146654369930368455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/national-running-day.html' title='National Running Day'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SiaOFX81oNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jMoS_XiiHXU/s72-c/reading_rainbow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-2038732619412761354</id><published>2009-06-02T08:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:39:13.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Still talking about gels...</title><content type='html'>I went to the &lt;a href="http://louisvilletrailstore.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trail Store&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for the first time to pick up some Endurolytes and Recoverite for the big day...loved that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SiUiQKuzg1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/g5JnuhVmKSA/s1600-h/trail_store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342714194098881362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SiUiQKuzg1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/g5JnuhVmKSA/s320/trail_store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still trying to get a handle on &lt;strong&gt;how many gels/blox&lt;/strong&gt; I should put away during the marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sampling of opinions on the matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 1 per hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 1 at mile 6, 12, 18 and 24&lt;/strong&gt; (or  5, 10, 15, 20, 24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 1 every 12 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; (the Lance Armstrong method) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got an iron stomach when it comes to gels, but I think that 1 every 12 minutes would make me &lt;strong&gt;throw up fo' sho'&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter what schedule I settle on,&lt;strong&gt; there's no way I can carry all of this stuff&lt;/strong&gt; with me. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spibelt.com/spibelt.php"&gt;SPI belt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is handy, but if you load it down too much it bounces (and looks like a fanny pack).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I'll just have to rely on &lt;strong&gt;my pit crew&lt;/strong&gt; (Hubs, Mom and Dad) to hook me up during the race.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm still looking for an &lt;strong&gt;Official Hair Braider&lt;/strong&gt; to join my crew. Must have experience with unruly hair. Let me know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-2038732619412761354?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/2038732619412761354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-talking-about-gels.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2038732619412761354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2038732619412761354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-talking-about-gels.html' title='Still talking about gels...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SiUiQKuzg1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/g5JnuhVmKSA/s72-c/trail_store.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6116155558687070116</id><published>2009-06-01T09:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:19:26.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tapering</title><content type='html'>I ran &lt;strong&gt;8 miles on Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; and then&lt;strong&gt; 4 miles on Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to like this &lt;strong&gt;taper&lt;/strong&gt; thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the &lt;strong&gt;nerves&lt;/strong&gt; are starting to kick in...&lt;strong&gt;5+ hours is a long time to do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, let alone run through the West Virginia mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on walking through each (and EVERY) water stop to give my legs a break. There will be &lt;strong&gt;25 water stations&lt;/strong&gt; (approx. 1 every mile) so when things get crazy I can tell myself: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only 10-12 minutes of running and then a little break."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that will become my &lt;strong&gt;race mantra&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still undecided on &lt;strong&gt;race fuel&lt;/strong&gt;...I like &lt;strong&gt;Shot Blox&lt;/strong&gt; (tasty, easy to carry) but I get a bigger "boost" from &lt;strong&gt;PowerBar Gels&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get disgusting &lt;strong&gt;jam hands&lt;/strong&gt; after I eat one, which drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what should I do about my &lt;strong&gt;salt intake/anti-cramping measures?&lt;/strong&gt; Grab some packets from Wendy's for mile 20, or spring for the &lt;a href="http://www.hammernutrition.com/za/HNT?PAGE=PRODUCT&amp;amp;PROD.ID=4037"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Endurolytes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some Endurolyte facts from the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hammernutrition.com/za/HNT?PAGE=HOME"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hammer Nutrition&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Application:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Use prior to, during, and after workouts to satisfy the body's electrolyte requirements with maximum precision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mixing / Usage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Use as needed but primarily when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exercise lasts for more than 2 hours, regardless of temperature or humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise lasts less than 2 hours and:&lt;br /&gt;- Temperature is above 80 degrees and/or 70% humidityor&lt;br /&gt;- Temperature and  humidity is 10 degrees or more above what you are    accustomed to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1-3 capsules 30-60 minutes prior to exercise &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1-6 capsules each hour during exercise &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1-3 capsules after exercise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. &lt;strong&gt;Running and math&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But considering &lt;strong&gt;I took the time to blog about it&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm probably going to invest in some Endurolytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6116155558687070116?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6116155558687070116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/tapering.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6116155558687070116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6116155558687070116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/06/tapering.html' title='Tapering'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-336464569817423178</id><published>2009-05-29T09:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:55:28.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law School'/><title type='text'>College Flashback (a boring one)</title><content type='html'>Two weeks out...&lt;strong&gt;time to taper&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow, I know I'll be running &lt;strong&gt;between 5-10 miles.&lt;/strong&gt; I'd really like to run 12, but that all depends on when I wake up. Lazy, lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got my first Admitted Student newsletter from my &lt;strong&gt;law school&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;my first reaction&lt;/strong&gt; to reading it was&lt;em&gt; "Law school is hard already."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, some students have been hounding the dean for &lt;strong&gt;reading lists for the semester&lt;/strong&gt; so they can get a "head start" on &lt;s&gt;driving me crazy&lt;/s&gt; the required reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know all those gunners will totally be in &lt;strong&gt;my section&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an &lt;strong&gt;English major&lt;/strong&gt;, so I have a tiny bit of experience with these types. A college literature classes is a true breeding ground for &lt;strong&gt;insufferable know-it-alls&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm having &lt;strong&gt;PTSD style flashbacks&lt;/strong&gt;...the never-ending hand raising...the arguing with the professor...the frequent and incorrect use of the word "dichotomy"...the stench of pretension...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh_l3xymk3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Lkc9b70xrlc/s1600-h/pretension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341240429505844082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh_l3xymk3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Lkc9b70xrlc/s320/pretension.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to those students (and years of practice) I can pull off &lt;strong&gt;a really impressive eye-roll.&lt;/strong&gt; It can give you whiplash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in my&lt;strong&gt; Gothic Literature class&lt;/strong&gt; the day after the presidential election (in 2004) and listening to my professor and his minions (aka my peers) whine whine WHINE about the outcome of the election and &lt;strong&gt;I completely SNAPPED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wasn't making a political statement, &lt;strong&gt;I just didn't want to talk about the election in my literature class&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember my exact tirade, but I basically said that this "debate" was &lt;strong&gt;self-serving, inappropriate and idiotic&lt;/strong&gt;. It was&lt;strong&gt; encroaching on class time&lt;/strong&gt;. It had &lt;strong&gt;nothing to do&lt;/strong&gt; with Poe or Billy Budd the Sailor. And it was making the rest of the class &lt;strong&gt;uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One girl&lt;/strong&gt; spun around in her seat to make her appeal, saying &lt;em&gt;"I just have a problem with--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And I replied&lt;strong&gt; "I just have a problem with you cutting me off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That pretty much &lt;strong&gt;squashed it&lt;/strong&gt;. The professor apologized and class resumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jokes on me&lt;/strong&gt; though; he gave me B in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it was TOTALLY worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-336464569817423178?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/336464569817423178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/college-flashback-boring-one.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/336464569817423178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/336464569817423178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/college-flashback-boring-one.html' title='College Flashback (a boring one)'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh_l3xymk3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Lkc9b70xrlc/s72-c/pretension.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-1405574332246917776</id><published>2009-05-28T09:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:29:22.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crosstraining'/><title type='text'>Tiny Arms and the Return of Lacrosse</title><content type='html'>My upper-body strength is &lt;strong&gt;hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do &lt;strong&gt;four push-ups&lt;/strong&gt;. Period. In &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;amount of time...45 seconds, one hour...it doesn't matter. And Hubs says I'm probably not even doing them correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to years of lacrosse, I have&lt;strong&gt; tiny forearms&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;awkwardly large biceps/triceps&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh6TuoqBMQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IhLL_2I2NTI/s1600-h/trex.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340868637504909570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh6TuoqBMQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IhLL_2I2NTI/s320/trex.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh6TuV18A-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/rKeef-ESoH4/s1600-h/bb_lax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340868632454628322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh6TuV18A-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/rKeef-ESoH4/s320/bb_lax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I implemented an &lt;strong&gt;upper-body strength training routine&lt;/strong&gt; into my cross- training days at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I focused on exercises that will &lt;strong&gt;increase my push-up total&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Tricep Press: 3 sets of 10&lt;br /&gt;- Shoulder Press: 5 sets of 10&lt;br /&gt;- Fly: 3 sets of 10&lt;br /&gt;- Back extensions: 5 sets of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that &lt;strong&gt;Hubs is probably shaking his head&lt;/strong&gt; as he reads this, because I probably did too many or too little sets with too much or too little weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;I didn't hurt myself or get my hair caught in a machine&lt;/strong&gt;, so I'm marking down this workout in the WIN column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING of &lt;strong&gt;lacrosse&lt;/strong&gt;, I signed up for &lt;strong&gt;summer league! &lt;/strong&gt;I'm pretty pumped, except I can't find my cleats and they probably smell like &lt;strong&gt;4 years of use + 2 years of stagnancy&lt;/strong&gt; if they ever turn up. Maybe they are better off lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my first game is &lt;strong&gt;two days after my marathon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Take that, body!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-1405574332246917776?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/1405574332246917776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiny-arms-and-return-of-lacrosse.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1405574332246917776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1405574332246917776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiny-arms-and-return-of-lacrosse.html' title='Tiny Arms and the Return of Lacrosse'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh6TuoqBMQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IhLL_2I2NTI/s72-c/trex.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7505125446718899541</id><published>2009-05-27T09:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:52:20.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What hurts today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>AM Runner Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning Routine:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Wake up after Hubs&lt;br /&gt;- Threaten to call in sick to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Shuffle into bathroom to take shower, get dressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Gracie Lou (aka The Destroyer) wakes up, comes into our room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Hubs leaves for work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Gracie steals socks from clean laundry, curls up in ball on bed to nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Brush teeth; dog senses a threat to her comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Chase Gracie around the bed as she tries to avoid going to her crate&lt;br /&gt;- Dog escapes; curls up in ball on couch to nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Catch dog, who goes dead-weight as I try to carry her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Crate Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Go to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh1D_iiQ5NI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ikOP7b59Gn4/s1600-h/gracie_lou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340499492012614866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh1D_iiQ5NI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ikOP7b59Gn4/s320/gracie_lou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Go away, BB...I iz jus fine rite herr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about &lt;strong&gt;people getting 4-5 miles runs in before they go to work&lt;/strong&gt; and I really am jealous of those AM runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that my routine is especially tense or busy (it's not at all), I just can't make myself workout in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...but I really should. It's getting &lt;strong&gt;too hot&lt;/strong&gt; to run in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 miles yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; at the park seriously felt like 20. I was&lt;strong&gt; tired&lt;/strong&gt; the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I would give my right leg&lt;/strong&gt; to make my left leg stop hurting. Think about THAT for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this training burn-out normal? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When am I supposed to get excited again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7505125446718899541?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7505125446718899541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-runner-envy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7505125446718899541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7505125446718899541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-runner-envy.html' title='AM Runner Envy'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sh1D_iiQ5NI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ikOP7b59Gn4/s72-c/gracie_lou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8953542383378243660</id><published>2009-05-26T11:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:26:54.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NERD ALERT'/><title type='text'>Holiday Weekend Notes</title><content type='html'>- Rule of thumb: if you want to complete a double-digit mileage run, you must start your run before the clock gets into the double digits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Terminator: Salvation is pretty good and VERY loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Star Trek is EPIC...even for non-trekkies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hubs and I still  have 43 hot-dogs left over in the fridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8953542383378243660?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8953542383378243660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-weekend-notes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8953542383378243660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8953542383378243660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-weekend-notes.html' title='Holiday Weekend Notes'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-1703181206555240394</id><published>2009-05-22T08:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:55:00.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Clean up in aisle 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;***Attention Wal-Mart Shoppers: Will the owner of the Swamp Beast wandering through the snack aisle please report to the customer service counter.***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dinky 4 mile run yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;disgustingly hot&lt;/strong&gt;...it was 80 degrees but the pavement felt SO MUCH HOTTER after baking in the sun all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was a mess&lt;/strong&gt;. Afterwards I changed out of my sweaty clothes and went to Wal-Mart to run some last minute errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;strong&gt;I hadn't sufficiently "cooled down"&lt;/strong&gt; because I ended up &lt;strong&gt;sweating through my fresh t-shirt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I could embarrass myself at Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope everyone has a great&lt;strong&gt; holiday weekend&lt;/strong&gt;. I plan on eating my weight in hotdogs and maybe getting a &lt;strong&gt;double-digit run&lt;/strong&gt; in tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-1703181206555240394?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/1703181206555240394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/clean-up-in-aisle-5.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1703181206555240394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1703181206555240394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/clean-up-in-aisle-5.html' title='Clean up in aisle 5'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-5069684655046763251</id><published>2009-05-21T09:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:03:33.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><title type='text'>Marathon Fuzzies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just when a &lt;strong&gt;tinge of burnout&lt;/strong&gt; begins to set in, something happens to get my excited about running again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this case it was &lt;strong&gt;an email&lt;/strong&gt; from the Hatfield/McCoy race director.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing too exciting...he was just introducing participants to the new &lt;strong&gt;"Rooms for Runners" program.&lt;/strong&gt; Basically, the Reunion Festival and Marathon draw HUGE numbers (compared to the size of the surrounding towns) and &lt;strong&gt;hotel rooms become scarce for the runners.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year the locals are &lt;strong&gt;opening their doors&lt;/strong&gt; and allowing runners to essentially bunk-up for the race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I knew that this race had a reputation of having &lt;strong&gt;wonderful community support&lt;/strong&gt;, but this...this is just awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is exactly what I want for my first marathon: &lt;strong&gt;warm and fuzzies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just check out some of the &lt;strong&gt;reviews on Marathon Guide&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.marathonguide.com/races/racedetails.cfm?MIDD=1486090613"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's a love-fest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also good to know that if I can't get an extended check-out at the hotel, someone may let me &lt;strong&gt;use their bathroom&lt;/strong&gt; to shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love small towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ShVsvANlaLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qH17GPGHs70/s1600-h/hatfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338292488084220082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ShVsvANlaLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qH17GPGHs70/s320/hatfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the Hatfield Posse, fixin to stir up some trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-5069684655046763251?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/5069684655046763251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/marathon-fuzzies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5069684655046763251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5069684655046763251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/marathon-fuzzies.html' title='Marathon Fuzzies'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ShVsvANlaLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qH17GPGHs70/s72-c/hatfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-611592904543636804</id><published>2009-05-20T08:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:20:26.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love/Hate'/><title type='text'>Love/Hate: Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878351608921442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ShP0FFnlvWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kSrv8tiugdY/s320/cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some e cards&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I work at a software development firm, so naturally &lt;strong&gt;I love technology&lt;/strong&gt;. I love that I can &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;. I love that I can &lt;strong&gt;download music&lt;/strong&gt; on my computer. I love that I can whip out my &lt;strong&gt;Blackberry&lt;/strong&gt; and google the name of the guy from "No Country for Old Men" (&lt;em&gt;Javier Bardem) &lt;/em&gt;on a whim&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I work at a software development firm...&lt;strong&gt;in a non-technical capacity&lt;/strong&gt;. So when technology goes wrong, I'm dead in the water. Take yesterday for example: it was supposed to be my &lt;strong&gt;peaceful work from home day&lt;/strong&gt;...it quickly turned into &lt;strong&gt;telecommuting from HELL&lt;/strong&gt;. I would lose my connection every&lt;strong&gt; three minutes&lt;/strong&gt; or so, forcing me to sign BACK on over and over and over and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It took me two whole days to feel &lt;strong&gt;"recovered"&lt;/strong&gt; from the 20 miler on Sunday. Monday night was dedicated to stretching only, and I think that helped quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading up to my last big run &lt;strong&gt;I did more cross-training&lt;/strong&gt; than actual running during the week. So it's back in the saddle for mid-week runs, I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In other news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some of you may know that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hubs and I are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; mega-Kentucky Basketball fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, the crazy ones. It's our alma mater, but during our tenure in Lexington the program suffered its biggest slump in recent memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now...&lt;strong&gt;NOW MY FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; we have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;#1 recruiting class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the nation and then of course there's all the buzz about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rivals.yahoo.com/ncaa/basketball/blog/the_dagger/post/The-Kentucky-Wildcats-Your-new-consensus-No-1?urn=ncaab,164396"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's a good day to be a Wildcat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-611592904543636804?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/611592904543636804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovehate-technology.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/611592904543636804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/611592904543636804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovehate-technology.html' title='Love/Hate: Technology'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ShP0FFnlvWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kSrv8tiugdY/s72-c/cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7830570981634889376</id><published>2009-05-18T08:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:15:18.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>My spirit animal must be a Great Pyrenees</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I did it&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;20 miles&lt;/strong&gt;...only one more distance PR to set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;strong&gt;perfect day for a run&lt;/strong&gt;. I ran down my usual country roads and did 2 out and backs and a loop to make it to 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hills never stopped coming&lt;/strong&gt;. I can think of two flat stretches at mile 4 and 15, but that was it. After 10 miles you just expect hills and get used to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was &lt;strong&gt;an eventful run&lt;/strong&gt;. The scenery was beautiful and very peaceful. I passed the Women's Prison, which is always interesting. And I saw&lt;strong&gt; one of these&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ShFY4c2IKbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TI_yMx5b5hc/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337144760249887154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ShFY4c2IKbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TI_yMx5b5hc/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance I thought it was a &lt;strong&gt;pony&lt;/strong&gt;. When I got closer, I decided it was a &lt;strong&gt;domestic polar bear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I was&lt;strong&gt; delusional&lt;/strong&gt;-- finally, the distance was getting to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I finally realized it was just the&lt;strong&gt; BIGGEST DOG&lt;/strong&gt; I've ever encountered. Seriously, massive. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I incorporated &lt;strong&gt;walk/stretch breaks&lt;/strong&gt; after mile 16, which (aside from marrying Hubs) was the best decision I've EVER MADE. I found myself running &lt;strong&gt;stronger and faster after each break&lt;/strong&gt;, and the result was a faster-than-usual average pace for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a look at my run by the numbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Distance: &lt;strong&gt;20 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Time: approx. &lt;strong&gt;3:15:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Pace: &lt;strong&gt;9:45/mile &lt;/strong&gt;(see what I mean!)&lt;br /&gt;- Ounces of water consumed: &lt;strong&gt;50 (1.5 liters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- GU packs: &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Counties covered: &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Silent prayers: &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Audible prayers: &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two MAJOR things&lt;/strong&gt; I noticed after hitting the 20 mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Complete exhaustion&lt;/strong&gt;. I almost fell asleep in the shower and I'm still feeling it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Total body soreness&lt;/strong&gt;. Not just my lower body-- my back and core hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;worst part&lt;/strong&gt; of the run yesterday was when I was done, &lt;strong&gt;I was DONE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Nothing&lt;/em&gt; left in the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells me that &lt;strong&gt;walk and stretch breaks must begin in the early miles&lt;/strong&gt; of the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, excuse me while I &lt;strong&gt;rest my head on my desk&lt;/strong&gt; for an hour or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7830570981634889376?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7830570981634889376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-spirit-animal-must-be-great-pyrenees.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7830570981634889376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7830570981634889376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-spirit-animal-must-be-great-pyrenees.html' title='My spirit animal must be a Great Pyrenees'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ShFY4c2IKbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TI_yMx5b5hc/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7058427266561227789</id><published>2009-05-17T18:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:52:57.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>20 miler done...nighty night</title><content type='html'>Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot, and I will expound upon these lessons when I'm not literally dosing off everytime I blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over and OUT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7058427266561227789?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7058427266561227789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-miler-donenighty-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7058427266561227789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7058427266561227789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-miler-donenighty-night.html' title='20 miler done...nighty night'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-1034001980655866316</id><published>2009-05-15T08:23:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:12:57.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>Birthday Month</title><content type='html'>My &lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt; is in mid-July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also an only child, so I typically declare &lt;strong&gt;ALL of July "Birthday Month."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never too early to start up the &lt;strong&gt;WISH LIST&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sg1faNrJ42I/AAAAAAAAAWk/B-vFypS7SFA/s1600-h/garmin_305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336026037455807330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sg1faNrJ42I/AAAAAAAAAWk/B-vFypS7SFA/s320/garmin_305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Garmin Forerunner 305&lt;/strong&gt;: I've heard great, wonderful, magical things about the 305. I've also heard that the newer 405 version is hard to operate when sweaty. That would be a major problem for me. This bad boy is at the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sg1gV5WrDLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FmqbpNsIjAM/s1600-h/gracie_gear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336027062793342130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sg1gV5WrDLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FmqbpNsIjAM/s320/gracie_gear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Gracie Gear Long Tank&lt;/strong&gt;: I really love the concept of &lt;a href="http://www.graciesgearandtraining.com/html/index.php"&gt;Gracie Gear&lt;/a&gt;...you can never have too many pockets! And the tank doesn't ride up on you while you run, an issue I have with most tank tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sg1hRL5vawI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fvx1_-fYzJA/s1600-h/nike_tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336028081384549122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sg1hRL5vawI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fvx1_-fYzJA/s320/nike_tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Nike Tempo Shorts&lt;/strong&gt;: MORE! MOOOOOOOOOORE! I have the plain black and the blue/black pair...I love them. &lt;em&gt;Love love love them&lt;/em&gt;. They were on "sale" a couple weeks ago and I agonized in the store for an hour on whether to buy another pair or wait to put them on the wish list. It took a great deal of self restraint...but here it is on the list. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm going to attempt &lt;strong&gt;my first 20-miler&lt;/strong&gt; this weekend. The forecast looks rainy for Saturday, but Sunday is pretty clear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm strangely calm about it. No sense getting all worked up.&lt;strong&gt; Just...run&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Run until I'm done, that's my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone out there done 20+?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As always, I'm open to suggestions! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-1034001980655866316?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/1034001980655866316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-month.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1034001980655866316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1034001980655866316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-month.html' title='Birthday Month'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sg1faNrJ42I/AAAAAAAAAWk/B-vFypS7SFA/s72-c/garmin_305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3902265082969627828</id><published>2009-05-14T08:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:09:26.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NERD ALERT'/><title type='text'>Let's talk about Lost, baby.</title><content type='html'>Time to talk &lt;strong&gt;LOST season 5 finale&lt;/strong&gt;...if you haven't seen it, I might spoil it for you-- so proceed with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all you Losties out there--&lt;strong&gt;what did you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of, sort of &lt;strong&gt;loved it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my list of &lt;strong&gt;favorite finale moments&lt;/strong&gt; and random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Rose and Bernard's island paradise&lt;/strong&gt;: I think this was the best possible wrap-up to their story. I'm also assuming that they were the "Adam and Eve" skeletons that Kate and co. found in the cave in season one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SgwPZF35GrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/arzZJR3Oy1o/s1600-h/rose_bernie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335656582274947762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SgwPZF35GrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/arzZJR3Oy1o/s320/rose_bernie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Is Juliet really dead?&lt;/strong&gt; If Jules is dead so is Kate, Sawyer and Jack because that would mean the bomb just plain exploded instead of pulling a cosmic CTRL-ALT-Delete, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;What lies in the shadow if the statue?&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently &lt;em&gt;"He who will save us"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"That which will protect us"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"That which will save us"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"He who will protect us."&lt;/em&gt; Or any combo thereof. And the statue is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sobek"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;The Sawyer vs. Jack epic beat-down&lt;/strong&gt;: Die-hard fans have been waiting for that since season 1... And the good doctor actually held his own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;The Jacob Reveal&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank you, Lost producers, for a) letting Jacob be a real person, b) revealing him to the audience and c) making him kind of creepy. And his final &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"They're coming..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has to refer to the original losties, jettisoning into present day from the 1970's. Or at least I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SgwSt9eXQyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/U_JmRz8CpN8/s1600-h/LOST_jacobedit_116167_030_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335660239332524834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SgwSt9eXQyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/U_JmRz8CpN8/s320/LOST_jacobedit_116167_030_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't address &lt;strong&gt;the big LOCKE question&lt;/strong&gt; because I'm still reeling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and &lt;strong&gt;if Sayid dies&lt;/strong&gt; I'll need a new favorite character. This will not stand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3902265082969627828?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3902265082969627828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-talk-about-lost-baby.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3902265082969627828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3902265082969627828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-talk-about-lost-baby.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about Lost, baby.'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SgwPZF35GrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/arzZJR3Oy1o/s72-c/rose_bernie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-1482060400976749763</id><published>2009-05-13T09:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:50:58.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NERD ALERT'/><title type='text'>Random Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I didn't have any caffeine this morning, so you get &lt;strong&gt;THIS CRAPTASTIC POST&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a mish-mash of random considerations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Just &lt;strong&gt;how important are the short/mid-distance runs&lt;/strong&gt; in a marathon training schedule? I know that every run can't be a "long" run...I also know that I have to keep my overall fitness level up. But if I'm still feeling the proverbial burn from a long weekend run, should I push myself to crank out 5 miles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm wearing &lt;strong&gt;heels to work&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time in MONTHS and they have somehow &lt;strong&gt;cured me of my shin splints&lt;/strong&gt;...It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have a Garmin, so &lt;strong&gt;I have no idea&lt;/strong&gt; how long it will take me to run 20 miles. I'm guessing &lt;strong&gt;several hours&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm pretty forgiving when it comes to poor grammar, but there is&lt;strong&gt; one unforgivable grammar sin&lt;/strong&gt; in my book: using &lt;strong&gt;"apart" vs. "a part"&lt;/strong&gt; or vice versa. When you use one phrase incorrectly you are actually saying something that is&lt;strong&gt; the opposite of what you really mean&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a &lt;strong&gt;SUPER HOMONYM&lt;/strong&gt; but the meanings are OPPOSITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a word for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I had a &lt;strong&gt;nerd-blackout moment&lt;/strong&gt; there. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since &lt;strong&gt;I ragged on bad grammar&lt;/strong&gt;, there will undoubtedly be a hojillion spelling/grammatical errors in this very post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-1482060400976749763?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/1482060400976749763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1482060400976749763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1482060400976749763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-wednesday.html' title='Random Wednesday'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8887759888348422263</id><published>2009-05-12T09:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:11:23.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Some Cruise Pictures...</title><content type='html'>Some highlights from the cruise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-b6sjmRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kZtXjlPteiQ/s1600-h/Cruise+2009+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334934251674769682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-b6sjmRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kZtXjlPteiQ/s320/Cruise+2009+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Capt. Tony's&lt;/strong&gt; in Key West...it was originally called Sloppy Joe's and &lt;strong&gt;Hemingway hung out there&lt;/strong&gt; a lot. Some of his writings were found in a back room after he died. When it became Capt. Tony's, a bar down Duval Street changed it's name to Sloppy Joe's to cash in on the legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-buQ3dhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iNVl4u_r2mg/s1600-h/Cruise+2009+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334934248337405458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-buQ3dhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iNVl4u_r2mg/s320/Cruise+2009+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having a &lt;strong&gt;Land Shark at the original Margaritaville&lt;/strong&gt;! Hoping Jimmy B would show up for an impromtu concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-baOR-tI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-o3WMLs7i7k/s1600-h/Cruise+2009+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334934242957851346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-baOR-tI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-o3WMLs7i7k/s320/Cruise+2009+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big ol' boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-bLNMtiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yMsfmLPtYmk/s1600-h/Cruise+2009+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334934238926779938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-bLNMtiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yMsfmLPtYmk/s320/Cruise+2009+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freeport in the Bahamas...very &lt;strong&gt;colorful&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-bMDcLCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zsg___9BRwk/s1600-h/Cruise+2009+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334934239154285602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-bMDcLCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zsg___9BRwk/s320/Cruise+2009+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cruise served Corona's in &lt;strong&gt;plastic bottles with funnels&lt;/strong&gt; on the end to make room for the limes. We kept them and packed them home with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like fighting with the blogger picture uploader right now, so I'll throw in some more cruise pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplating getting my &lt;strong&gt;20 miler in this weekend&lt;/strong&gt;. The cruise set me back a little, and I want ample time to taper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized&lt;strong&gt; how far 20 miles is&lt;/strong&gt; until I tried to map out a 20 mile running route. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8887759888348422263?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8887759888348422263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-cruise-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8887759888348422263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8887759888348422263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-cruise-pictures.html' title='Some Cruise Pictures...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sgl-b6sjmRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kZtXjlPteiQ/s72-c/Cruise+2009+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-102134124509741009</id><published>2009-05-11T08:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:53:44.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>And...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a picture-post tomorrow with all the cruise highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I learned from my cruise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- The sun is&lt;strong&gt; hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The ocean is &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Elderly people&lt;/strong&gt; will do whatever they want, whenever they want...&lt;strong&gt;with little regard&lt;/strong&gt; to your personal rights or maritime law&lt;br /&gt;- Access to a &lt;strong&gt;24 hour soft serve machine&lt;/strong&gt; comes with great power and great responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ran twice&lt;/strong&gt; while on vacation and got back on track yesterday by running &lt;strong&gt;16 miles&lt;/strong&gt;...I was supposed to run 18, but I got to my car and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rest night tonight&lt;/strong&gt;...rest and laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, laundry and &lt;strong&gt;trying to get rid of my "sea legs"&lt;/strong&gt; (I can't stop swaying back and forth).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-102134124509741009?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/102134124509741009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/and.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/102134124509741009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/102134124509741009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/and.html' title='And...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-2943417938939469951</id><published>2009-05-02T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:10:06.503-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>One part land and one part sea...</title><content type='html'>Well, folks...I'm outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in a next Saturday...hope you all have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-2943417938939469951?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/2943417938939469951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-part-land-and-one-part-sea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2943417938939469951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2943417938939469951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-part-land-and-one-part-sea.html' title='One part land and one part sea...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4908990028507903316</id><published>2009-05-01T09:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:20:23.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Carb-o-licious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only thing that stands between me and my vacation is my &lt;strong&gt;16 miler&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to load up on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BB's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Training Run Meals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Approved:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Baked Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;-Fajitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quesadillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some serious decisions to make about dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I never realized how hard it was to&lt;strong&gt; incorporate more protein into my diet&lt;/strong&gt;...goodness. But Hubs is a &lt;strong&gt;protein shake wizard&lt;/strong&gt;, so he's helping me figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfsATvncyAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/fgxSALM9GTI/s1600-h/protein_diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330854923122558978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfsATvncyAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/fgxSALM9GTI/s320/protein_diet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some e cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4908990028507903316?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4908990028507903316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/carb-o-licious.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4908990028507903316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4908990028507903316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/05/carb-o-licious.html' title='Carb-o-licious'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfsATvncyAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/fgxSALM9GTI/s72-c/protein_diet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7446197398659191197</id><published>2009-04-30T08:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:37:01.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><title type='text'>You'll find me on Duval Street...protein shake in hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As of 5pm tomorrow afternoon &lt;strong&gt;I will be on VACATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hubs, Cuz, CuzHubs (I need to give them new nicknames) and myself booked a &lt;strong&gt;5-day Carnival cruise&lt;/strong&gt; that departs from Mobile on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to stop in Cozumel and Calica. BUT that pesky &lt;strong&gt;SWINE FLU&lt;/strong&gt; flared up and now we are being rerouted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Key West&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Freeport&lt;/strong&gt;, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all pretty hyped for this...Hubs especially. This will be a &lt;strong&gt;Parrot Head pilgrimage&lt;/strong&gt; for the Hubster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfmauyFMTwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9UU9E2gHu-g/s1600-h/parrothead.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330461762477903618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfmauyFMTwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9UU9E2gHu-g/s320/parrothead.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm headin' South 'fore my dream shrinks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't ask me how I plan to &lt;strong&gt;get my mileage in&lt;/strong&gt; on the cruise...I have good intentions to get up early and get the runs in, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it goes on vacation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last night I ran &lt;strong&gt;8 sloggy, sweaty miles&lt;/strong&gt; after work. When I got home I grabbed an &lt;strong&gt;EAS Protein Shakes &lt;/strong&gt;and chugged away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in weeks, &lt;strong&gt;I had no post-work out pain in my shin/calf&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stupidly asked Hubs if he thought &lt;strong&gt;a lack of post-run protein was making my shin splints worse&lt;/strong&gt;...he said &lt;strong&gt;he thought so&lt;/strong&gt;, and something about how he had been &lt;strong&gt;telling me that all along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Additionally, he said &lt;strong&gt;I probably don't consume enough protein&lt;/strong&gt; in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...and I thought I'd be one of those runners whose mileage would change while their diet stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken nuggets&lt;/strong&gt; have a lot of protein in them, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7446197398659191197?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7446197398659191197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/youll-find-me-on-duval-streetprotein.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7446197398659191197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7446197398659191197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/youll-find-me-on-duval-streetprotein.html' title='You&apos;ll find me on Duval Street...protein shake in hand...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfmauyFMTwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9UU9E2gHu-g/s72-c/parrothead.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-2222752843447040567</id><published>2009-04-29T08:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:48:57.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><title type='text'>The Bourbon Chase</title><content type='html'>At the KDF Mini/Marathon Expo, I got a chance to chat with the Bourbon Chase organizers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfhD8m7ho_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/CFZ_34zH5NQ/s1600-h/bourbon_chase.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330084867514409970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfhD8m7ho_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/CFZ_34zH5NQ/s320/bourbon_chase.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bourbonchase.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bourbon Chase&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is an overnight team relay along the famous &lt;a href="http://www.kybourbontrail.com/#"&gt;Kentucky Bourbon Trail&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teams of 6 (ultra) to &lt;strong&gt;12 runners cover 200 miles&lt;/strong&gt; by completing &lt;strong&gt;3 legs per runner&lt;/strong&gt;, with &lt;strong&gt;each leg varying from 3-7 miles&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The course takes runners through the &lt;strong&gt;heart of the Bluegrass&lt;/strong&gt;...rolling hills, pristine thoroughbred farms and, naturally, &lt;strong&gt;historic bourbon distilleries&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The race &lt;strong&gt;begins on October 9th, 2009&lt;/strong&gt; near the Jim Beam facility and ends the following day in Lexington at the Mecca of College Basketball, Rupp Arena (I had to slip that in).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Kentucky we take &lt;strong&gt;our horse-racing&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;our bourbon&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;very seriously&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;The Bourbon Chase&lt;/strong&gt; brings in the best of both!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So take a moment to&lt;strong&gt; check out their website&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.bourbonchase.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.bourbonchase.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's where you can find all the details on the course, FAQs and even &lt;strong&gt;info on putting a team together&lt;/strong&gt;, even if you don't have 12 runners!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Running + horse country + Kentucky bourbon = what more do you want?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-2222752843447040567?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/2222752843447040567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/bourbon-chase.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2222752843447040567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2222752843447040567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/bourbon-chase.html' title='The Bourbon Chase'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfhD8m7ho_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/CFZ_34zH5NQ/s72-c/bourbon_chase.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3616892961068595210</id><published>2009-04-28T08:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:18:32.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Snap out of it!</title><content type='html'>My negative attitude funk is &lt;strong&gt;officially&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All systems nominal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading your comments and chatting with Hubs, I decided that &lt;strong&gt;walking the water stops is the best strategy&lt;/strong&gt; for me at the &lt;a href="http://www.hatfieldmccoymarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hatfield/McCoy Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is while Galloway Method make sense for a lot of people, &lt;strong&gt;I haven't trained that way&lt;/strong&gt; and I don't want to start now with the race only 6 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to do &lt;strong&gt;4 miles on the treadmill&lt;/strong&gt; to give my shin/calf a little bit of a break from concrete sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a boring Tuesday...that's all I have for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3616892961068595210?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3616892961068595210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/snap-out-of-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3616892961068595210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3616892961068595210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/snap-out-of-it.html' title='Snap out of it!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-639063615294626122</id><published>2009-04-27T09:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:42:07.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>Marathon Zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfXBGGG2YqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/xnAf9f7Twq8/s1600-h/zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329378044525568674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfXBGGG2YqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/xnAf9f7Twq8/s320/zen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;marathon strategy before Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; was pretty typical: &lt;em&gt;run until I can't run no' mo'. Crawl if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to be &lt;strong&gt;smart&lt;/strong&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, the &lt;strong&gt;KDF Mini put me in a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;crazy, negative headspace&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(And I HATE using psychobabble buzz words like "headspace"-- see how badly it's messing with me?!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, I'm &lt;em&gt;worried&lt;/em&gt; about running the full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally just googled the phrase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Positive thinking for first time marathon runners"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Marathon zen"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Galloway Method"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.jeffgalloway.com/training/walk_breaks.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galloway Method&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is system that involves taking &lt;strong&gt;scheduled walk breaks&lt;/strong&gt; during a marathon. You take your pace and then follow a &lt;strong&gt;run:walk ratio&lt;/strong&gt; in order to &lt;strong&gt;conserve energy&lt;/strong&gt; and avoid hitting the infamous "wall" in the final miles of the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On paper, the Galloway Method looks great! But you have to use the ratios throughout the race, meaning that &lt;strong&gt;I'd be taking a walk break after only three minutes of running in my first marathon&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all you runners out there understand how hard that would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;give the Galloway Method a shot&lt;/strong&gt; with my mid-distance runs this week. I want to see just how "fresh" I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be 25 water stops at my marathon...perhaps the best plan for me is to &lt;strong&gt;walk at all water stops&lt;/strong&gt; instead of sticking to a Galloway ratio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be about&lt;strong&gt; one walk break every mile&lt;/strong&gt;. Mentally, I like this scenario because I can &lt;strong&gt;compartmentalize the 26.2&lt;/strong&gt; instead of wrapping my brain around the whole thing and thus, freaking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd LOVE to hear opinions on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for reaching non-running zen, &lt;strong&gt;I'll be on my way to Mexico* this time next week&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Yes, I'm aware of the swine flu outbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;** And the drug cartels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*** And Montezuma's Revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-639063615294626122?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/639063615294626122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/marathon-zen.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/639063615294626122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/639063615294626122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/marathon-zen.html' title='Marathon Zen'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfXBGGG2YqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/xnAf9f7Twq8/s72-c/zen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3168931249778856934</id><published>2009-04-26T09:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:49:42.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What hurts today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Report'/><title type='text'>KDF Mini Marathon Race Report</title><content type='html'>If yesterday's race was an episode of "Friends" it would be called &lt;strong&gt;"The One that Was Really Hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brutally hot&lt;/strong&gt;, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz, CuzHubs (her hubby was running the marathon) and myself went to the expo to pick-up or packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say...I was impressed! The expo was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some the cool folks from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bourbonchase.com/"&gt;The Bourbon Chase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I'll have a post dedicated exclusively to that relay later on in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsmwz7V9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/idgN4_AUNps/s1600-h/mini+marathon+%2B+april+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329003672279668690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsmwz7V9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/idgN4_AUNps/s320/mini+marathon+%2B+april+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Cuz striking a pose with the shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsmpUWtuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Jzu5bWfDcfk/s1600-h/mini+marathon+%2B+april+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329003670268196578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsmpUWtuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Jzu5bWfDcfk/s320/mini+marathon+%2B+april+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tried to get a free&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thestick.com/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stick&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;from these guys. They didn't give me one. They were good, honest salespeople. I really want one of these things. I've commissioned Hubs to make me one. It's &lt;strong&gt;a brilliant invention&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept surprisingly well and woke up at 5:00 am. I had several &lt;strong&gt;mini-breakdowns&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;refused to do the race&lt;/strong&gt; at all....Hubs eventually coaxed me into the truck and &lt;strong&gt;off we went&lt;/strong&gt; to pick up Cuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs dropped us off right by the start line and after the porta-potty game we got in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they're off!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the get go, &lt;strong&gt;something was wonky.&lt;/strong&gt; I just felt like &lt;strong&gt;I couldn't catch my breath&lt;/strong&gt;. It was 7:30 and already pushing 70 degrees. I tried to suck it up-- still had 13 miles to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the park and &lt;strong&gt;took on the hills full force&lt;/strong&gt;. We pumped ourselves up to get through the uphills and kept ourselves in check on the downhills. We took water at every stop and dumped it on our heads. &lt;strong&gt;So far so good, right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;strong&gt;mile 5-6 Cuz got hit with some serious stomach pains&lt;/strong&gt;. We stopped and stretched, but she told me to keep running and she'd catch up. Our family was there around mile 6 to give us some support, &lt;strong&gt;but after that I was on my own&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaaaaaallll by myseeeeeeelf, don't wanna be...aaaaaaaalll by myseeeeeelf in the miniiiiiiii...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No iPod. No Cuz. 80 degrees. 7 miles to go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ran through Churchill Downs&lt;/strong&gt;...this is where the heat started to really mess with me mentally. I was drenched in sweat. Sweat was in my eyes. My hair was soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hit mile 9 as I left the racetrack&lt;/strong&gt;. I kept telling myself that&lt;strong&gt; 4 miles was all I had to do&lt;/strong&gt; to be done with this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a &lt;strong&gt;boost&lt;/strong&gt; here, &lt;strong&gt;but it never came&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I stared down a straight-away to the hazy city skyline in the distance where my finish line was buried. &lt;strong&gt;And I realized that four miles is FAR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mile 11 was the longest mile of my life&lt;/strong&gt;. I walked on and off here. Mile 12 wasn't much better. I started thinking about my marathon...ugh, my MARATHON! IN JUNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, finally finally I approached the finish line&lt;/strong&gt;-- with the wind at my back! I almost cried when I saw it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsmYm3JpI/AAAAAAAAAUc/PN_TWjcN4ck/s1600-h/mini+marathon+%2B+april+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329003665782417042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsmYm3JpI/AAAAAAAAAUc/PN_TWjcN4ck/s320/mini+marathon+%2B+april+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YES! YES! YES! &lt;strong&gt;Can you spot me?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm in the &lt;strong&gt;pink shirt&lt;/strong&gt;. What's that? Half of the women at the mini marathon were in pink shirts? Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:28:07...&lt;/strong&gt;and I'M ALIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsmVltUiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EOJd8k8c75c/s1600-h/mini+marathon+%2B+april+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329003664972272162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsmVltUiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EOJd8k8c75c/s320/mini+marathon+%2B+april+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;grabbed a bagel&lt;/strong&gt; and shoved it in my mouth. I chugged and &lt;strong&gt;two cups of water&lt;/strong&gt; and went to work on the &lt;strong&gt;Powerade&lt;/strong&gt;. Then I filled my arms with whatever kind of food stuff I could get my grimy hands on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubs found me trapped in the runner's "out-take."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsl9mnfTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zacD5e_jKNg/s1600-h/mini+marathon+%2B+april+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329003658533633330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsl9mnfTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zacD5e_jKNg/s320/mini+marathon+%2B+april+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz crossed the finish line &lt;/strong&gt;not long after me, still plagued with intense stomach pain. She still managed to &lt;strong&gt;set a new mini PR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toughness is hereditary&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched &lt;strong&gt;CuzHubs finish the marathon&lt;/strong&gt;. It was amazing to watch the marathoners finish in those conditions. &lt;strong&gt;It gave me mixed emotions about my upcoming race in June&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on my new approach to my marathon later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never made it to the beer tent to catch up with the Run the Ville crew-- the crowd of people trying to get in and out of that area was insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;shin/calf are pretty sore today&lt;/strong&gt;, but other than that I'm great. Oh, and I have a &lt;strong&gt;monster blister on my toe&lt;/strong&gt;...I really wish I could post a picture, but I'm afraid you all would throw-up at the sight of this thing. Bleeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for all the wonderful support!&lt;/strong&gt; You guys are the best interweb friends a Slow Runner could have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3168931249778856934?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3168931249778856934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdf-mini-marathon-race-report.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3168931249778856934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3168931249778856934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdf-mini-marathon-race-report.html' title='KDF Mini Marathon Race Report'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfRsmwz7V9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/idgN4_AUNps/s72-c/mini+marathon+%2B+april+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6736401218531118228</id><published>2009-04-24T08:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:19:31.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>KDF Mini Race Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfGx2ywPu2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/dSiWVFEMtuQ/s1600-h/derby_mini.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328235389051190114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfGx2ywPu2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/dSiWVFEMtuQ/s320/derby_mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaaaahhhh yeaaaaaaaaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.derbyfestivalmarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 36th Annual Kentucky Derby Festival Mini Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is tomorrow! At last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it hasn't really sunk in that at this time tomorrow I will be running in &lt;strong&gt;my first half marathon. &lt;/strong&gt;I've been training for this &lt;strong&gt;since December&lt;/strong&gt;...I started &lt;strong&gt;this blog&lt;/strong&gt; as a means to track my training...&lt;strong&gt;and now, it's here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My goals for this race...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Deal with my shin appropriately -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is a 50/50 chance that my shin will go AWOL for the first 2 miles. I'm icing/elevating/resting yadda yadda yadda today and hoping for the best. The thing is, I know that if I just keep moving the pain will stop. I need to be ready &lt;em&gt;mentally&lt;/em&gt; to keep on trucking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Keep my pacing even -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's going to be a lot of excitement in the air, and I'm going to feel like I can really crank it out in those first miles...but...I want to finish strong. I'll save my incredible burst of speed (9:45 min/mile) for the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for it... -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Once I've slothed it out for the first several miles, I need to know when to start to push it. I think I've gotten better at this over the course of my training--- heck, I had negative splits in my ten miler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, &lt;strong&gt;no real "time" goals&lt;/strong&gt;. Cuz ran it in 2:45:something last year, and I think I promised her that we would "crush" that time (i.e. 2:44:something). We'll see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Apparently there is &lt;strong&gt;runner tracking&lt;/strong&gt;, so I'll try to remember to &lt;strong&gt;post my bib number and the link&lt;/strong&gt; so you all can get up early on you Saturday morning to track my progress for a couple hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A valuable use of your time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good luck to all the runners out there who will be at the race tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Special shout-out to the Run the Ville Crew-- I'll be looking for you all at the beer tent! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LET'S DO THIS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6736401218531118228?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6736401218531118228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdf-mini-race-prep.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6736401218531118228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6736401218531118228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdf-mini-race-prep.html' title='KDF Mini Race Prep'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfGx2ywPu2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/dSiWVFEMtuQ/s72-c/derby_mini.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8511349789844557495</id><published>2009-04-23T08:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:26:35.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>Energy Gels and Corporal Kosgei</title><content type='html'>Ok, time for a three-way&lt;strong&gt; battle royale&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GU&lt;/strong&gt; vs. &lt;strong&gt;Shot Bloks&lt;/strong&gt; vs. &lt;strong&gt;Sports Beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried all three before and honestly-- I can't tell if &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; of the products gave me &lt;strong&gt;a legitimate boost. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz said GU really helped her during the mini last year, so I'm leaning in that direction. &lt;strong&gt;Any flavor suggestions? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watched the top female finishers cross the finish line at the Boston Marathon on Monday, you know that &lt;strong&gt;American Kara Goucher came in third&lt;/strong&gt; while &lt;strong&gt;Kenyan Salina Kosgei won the whole she-bang. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfBqMwsE7yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sVMlZ4a48OY/s1600-h/kosgei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327875126640045858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfBqMwsE7yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sVMlZ4a48OY/s320/kosgei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also know that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kara_Goucher"&gt;Kara Goucher &lt;/a&gt;is a professional distance runner&lt;/strong&gt; who trains with her husband in Oregon. Running is her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salina_Kosgei"&gt;Salina Kosgei&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; She's a &lt;strong&gt;prison guard&lt;/strong&gt; in her home country. So is her husband (also a runner). I'm sure the $150,000 for her first place finish at Boston helps, but &lt;strong&gt;Salina Kosgei has a day job&lt;/strong&gt; to pay her bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sport in which global dominance seems to be beyond our grasp, &lt;strong&gt;we still &lt;em&gt;pay&lt;/em&gt; our athletes&lt;/strong&gt; to train and compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ragging on professional sports in America...I just found this &lt;strong&gt;very interesting&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd love to see any escaping prisoners in her ward &lt;strong&gt;try to out-run Salina&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8511349789844557495?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8511349789844557495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/energy-gels-and-corporal-kosgei.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8511349789844557495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8511349789844557495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/energy-gels-and-corporal-kosgei.html' title='Energy Gels and Corporal Kosgei'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SfBqMwsE7yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sVMlZ4a48OY/s72-c/kosgei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-5879412781915562098</id><published>2009-04-22T15:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:29:46.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>Jokes on me!</title><content type='html'>With a half marathon 3 days away, &lt;strong&gt;I should be in full "taper mode."&lt;/strong&gt; Usually I totally abuse the taper and rest &lt;em&gt;waaaaaay&lt;/em&gt; more than required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...there is that whole issue of marathon training, so I'll be packing in &lt;strong&gt;8 miles tonight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/"&gt;Hal Higdon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is all &lt;em&gt;"Hahaha...sucka."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone with a race this weekend: &lt;strong&gt;Taper a little extra for me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, pour out a little from your bottle of taper on the street corner for your homie BB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-5879412781915562098?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/5879412781915562098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/jokes-on-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5879412781915562098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5879412781915562098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/jokes-on-me.html' title='Jokes on me!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-113608279794589544</id><published>2009-04-22T08:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:54:11.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>This time last year...</title><content type='html'>I want everyone to take a moment and reflect on &lt;strong&gt;where they were this time last year&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exercise is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I was in &lt;strong&gt;the final stages of wedding planning&lt;/strong&gt;. We just bought our&lt;strong&gt; house&lt;/strong&gt;. I had only briefly entertained the idea of taking the LSAT and &lt;strong&gt;applying to law schools&lt;/strong&gt;. I was &lt;strong&gt;training for a 5K&lt;/strong&gt; that I was sure would KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of that serious talk...I'm off to &lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL Dogs&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to giggle for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Se8SHdwY2oI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SibmZjodEUc/s1600-h/icanfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327496803658553986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Se8SHdwY2oI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SibmZjodEUc/s320/icanfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-113608279794589544?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/113608279794589544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-time-last-year.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/113608279794589544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/113608279794589544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-time-last-year.html' title='This time last year...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Se8SHdwY2oI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SibmZjodEUc/s72-c/icanfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-1577798053668374642</id><published>2009-04-21T08:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:15:07.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recovery'/><title type='text'>The Ice Bath Cometh</title><content type='html'>I learned a couple things from my Saturday run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First lesson&lt;/strong&gt;: if you don't properly fuel yourself before, during and after your run, &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-run-with-stupid-runner.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your body will stage a coup d'etat and try to bring you down with aggressive force&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lesson&lt;/strong&gt;: 15 miles introduces your body to a &lt;strong&gt;whole new realm of pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for&lt;strong&gt; the ice bath&lt;/strong&gt;. I grabbed the tray from the fridge and threw it in the half-full tub. I gave myself &lt;strong&gt;a moment to collect my thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; and then I hopped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only stayed in for 3 minutes, but I am now a &lt;strong&gt;disciple of the Ice Bath&lt;/strong&gt;. Not only did my muscles feel &lt;strong&gt;instantly better&lt;/strong&gt; (probably because I was numb), also I experienced &lt;strong&gt;zero soreness&lt;/strong&gt; the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, by far, &lt;strong&gt;the best recovery technique&lt;/strong&gt; I have tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://runningtimes.com/Article.aspx?ArticleID=8731"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this article&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;two things&lt;/strong&gt; happen during an ice bath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constriction closes microscopic damage while numbing the pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The "blood rush" flushes waste from your muscles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And TA-DA! &lt;strong&gt;You can walk the next day&lt;/strong&gt;!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** Remember, &lt;strong&gt;I'm not a doctor&lt;/strong&gt; and I have no clue what I'm talking about. Want to talk movie quotes from Jurassic Park or my favorite Sherman Alexie novel? Those are things I know. But I know nothing about health, nutrition or exercise science so please don't sue me if you get hypothermia ***&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the ice bath is on the agenda for &lt;strong&gt;post-marathon recovery, &lt;/strong&gt;along with a sport's massage the day after. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-1577798053668374642?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/1577798053668374642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice-bath-cometh.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1577798053668374642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1577798053668374642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice-bath-cometh.html' title='The Ice Bath Cometh'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-5438077071433621117</id><published>2009-04-20T09:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:48:36.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>Derby 101</title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;Kentucky Derby Mini/Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; is this only 5 days away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've got the &lt;strong&gt;big 26.2 on the horizon&lt;/strong&gt; now, this race will be &lt;strong&gt;anything but a training run...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Cuz and I have trained hard for this and I know &lt;strong&gt;we will have a great run&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sex0lRhBZbI/AAAAAAAAATs/cUbufvujGNM/s1600-h/kentuckyderby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326760642978342322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sex0lRhBZbI/AAAAAAAAATs/cUbufvujGNM/s320/kentuckyderby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday was &lt;a href="http://www.thunderoverlouisville.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Over Louisville&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or as I like to call it &lt;a href="http://www.thunderoverlouisville.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complete and Utter Chaos With Fireworks and Planes in the Background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a big ol' fireworks show that serves as the &lt;strong&gt;official kick-off to the Kentucky Derby Festival&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all your non-Louisvillians out there, here is a little &lt;strong&gt;Derby 101&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big hats are a necessity&lt;/strong&gt; for the ladies...therefore, they are horribly overpriced this time of year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Churchill Downs&lt;/strong&gt; is located in a really &lt;strong&gt;dodgy part of the city&lt;/strong&gt;-- you'd never guess that while watching the CBS/ABC/NBC coverage on TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Infield&lt;/strong&gt; is as disgusting as you would imagine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mint Juleps&lt;/strong&gt; are more disgusting than you would imagine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We never seem to get any &lt;strong&gt;true A-list celebs&lt;/strong&gt;, and Nick Lachey is REALLY wearing out his welcome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can smuggle booze into the infield by &lt;strong&gt;hollowing out a watermelon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sound of &lt;strong&gt;the horses thundering past the rail&lt;/strong&gt; is worth all the trouble of going to Derby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;an exciting time&lt;/strong&gt; in the Bluegrass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-5438077071433621117?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/5438077071433621117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/derby-101.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5438077071433621117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5438077071433621117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/derby-101.html' title='Derby 101'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sex0lRhBZbI/AAAAAAAAATs/cUbufvujGNM/s72-c/kentuckyderby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7506392331132517378</id><published>2009-04-18T13:57:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:11:32.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>A Great Run with a Stupid Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeoVDEsFEvI/AAAAAAAAATU/PbSeAORj6Tw/s1600-h/gracie_april+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326092651861447410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeoVDEsFEvI/AAAAAAAAATU/PbSeAORj6Tw/s320/gracie_april+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Oh hai, BB! I iz in your Zensahs, stealin' ur compression!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's a &lt;strong&gt;beautiful day for a run&lt;/strong&gt;, so I got up "early" and hit the road. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My marathon training schedule called for &lt;strong&gt;15 miles&lt;/strong&gt;...I'm still reeling over the fact that I have a &lt;em&gt;marathon&lt;/em&gt; coming up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The first &lt;strong&gt;100 yards were simply awful&lt;/strong&gt;. My shin was screaming...my stomach was grumbling. Self doubt crept in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was convinced that 15 miles was out of the question. Less than 3 minutes into my run and &lt;strong&gt;I was ready to quit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What happened next was a &lt;strong&gt;runner miracle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;pain in my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;shin disappeared&lt;/strong&gt; and my stomach settled. &lt;strong&gt;I got into a rythmn&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything &lt;strong&gt;started clicking&lt;/strong&gt;. I cranked out &lt;strong&gt;mile after mile&lt;/strong&gt;. I passed a&lt;strong&gt; llama farm&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; run.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finished my &lt;strong&gt;15 miler&lt;/strong&gt; (distance PR!) with a &lt;strong&gt;huge smile&lt;/strong&gt; on my face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's all fun and games until someone almost passes out in line at Quiznos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shuffled on home, hopped in the &lt;strong&gt;ice bath&lt;/strong&gt; (a blog post in and of itself) and showered. Then I headed out to &lt;strong&gt;grab lunch&lt;/strong&gt; for Hubs and myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I stood in line at Quiznos, &lt;strong&gt;I started to feel woozy&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually it was more like impending Linda Blair-style vomiting. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh great&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I think...puking in a restaurant full of people might be my biggest fear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ordered and then quickly realized that I wasn't going to vomit at all-- &lt;strong&gt;I was going to straight-up pass out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brain was like&lt;em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ok, body-- I think we can work this out. Don't do anything weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my body was all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"MAY-DAY, MAY-DAY! WE ARE GOING DOWN! REEE-URRRR REEEE-URRR REEE-URRRRR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(That's a siren sound).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I ran to the bathroom but didn't quite make it that far...&lt;strong&gt;my world started spinning&lt;/strong&gt;. I pulled out a chair and sat down right as &lt;strong&gt;my vision blurred and everything went bright&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took a breather&lt;/strong&gt;. I went to the bathroom and &lt;strong&gt;splashed some cold water on my face&lt;/strong&gt; (just like the movies!) and eventually &lt;strong&gt;felt better&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I grabbed a Gatorade, paid for the sandwich and headed home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I still got the sandwich&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm kind of like a &lt;strong&gt;Navy SEAL&lt;/strong&gt; in that way-- I kept my focus on the &lt;strong&gt;primary objective; &lt;/strong&gt;and "not passing out" was not critical to the success of the mission. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Basically,&lt;strong&gt; I'm a big ol' idiot&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I ran 15 miles in 70 degree heat and then &lt;strong&gt;didn't eat anything&lt;/strong&gt; afterwards. NOT A THING. &lt;strong&gt;An hour passed&lt;/strong&gt; between the time I finished my run and then almost passed out in Quiznos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Idiot. Me. &lt;strong&gt;A big one.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm embarrassed to even blog about this...but then again...it was pretty blog-worthy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, &lt;strong&gt;lesson learned&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALSO-- no one seemed to notice my trauma at Quiznos. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7506392331132517378?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7506392331132517378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-run-with-stupid-runner.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7506392331132517378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7506392331132517378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-run-with-stupid-runner.html' title='A Great Run with a Stupid Runner'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeoVDEsFEvI/AAAAAAAAATU/PbSeAORj6Tw/s72-c/gracie_april+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3446837219534291846</id><published>2009-04-17T07:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:15:36.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>100th Post EXTRAVAGANZA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to celebrate a &lt;strong&gt;100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; blog post&lt;/strong&gt; than to announce &lt;strong&gt;marathon plans!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...&lt;strong&gt;if the planets align&lt;/strong&gt; (read: &lt;em&gt;if the race director emails me back and I pony-up an additional $5&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;I will be running the Hatfield McCoy Marathon on June 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently registered to run the half, but this is a &lt;strong&gt;"down home" race&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;transferring&lt;/span&gt; my registration shouldn't be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this decision after searching for &lt;strong&gt;marathon training schedules&lt;/strong&gt;, with the intention of running a marathon in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I looked at the 18 week schedules and cross-referenced my own training for the past couple of months, I discovered that &lt;strong&gt;I am right on par with the my training to run my first marathon in 8 weeks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next eight weeks are going to be &lt;strong&gt;interesting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words to describe how &lt;strong&gt;thrilled &lt;/strong&gt;I am. This is going to be an &lt;strong&gt;incredible challenge&lt;/strong&gt;, but I'm up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll hit the ground running with &lt;strong&gt;15 miles, a distance PR for me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you all for the shin splint advice...I'm &lt;strong&gt;icing and got some new shoes&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Seh2CSI8OhI/AAAAAAAAATM/KGupOjML7QA/s1600-h/4-17+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325636340966767122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Seh2CSI8OhI/AAAAAAAAATM/KGupOjML7QA/s320/4-17+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as the old ones--&lt;strong&gt;Brooks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Defyance&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't want to take a chance. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;luuuuurve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;these shoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I'm &lt;strong&gt;working at home&lt;/strong&gt;, going to the &lt;strong&gt;dentist &lt;/strong&gt;and watching a documentary on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wild! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you all have a good one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3446837219534291846?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3446837219534291846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/100th-post-extravaganza.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3446837219534291846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3446837219534291846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/100th-post-extravaganza.html' title='100th Post EXTRAVAGANZA!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Seh2CSI8OhI/AAAAAAAAATM/KGupOjML7QA/s72-c/4-17+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8972921046911333213</id><published>2009-04-16T09:37:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:20:00.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What hurts today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Poor Woman's Compression</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;An FYI before reading&lt;/strong&gt;-- I'm not a physician nor a physical therapist. All of the information below came from either Google or my brain (neither of which can be completely trusted for authenticity or veracity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed, dear bloggies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to&lt;strong&gt; Yahoo Answers&lt;/strong&gt; (nach) and entered the following query:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Shin Splints or Stress Fracture"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several responses to the general &lt;strong&gt;"which sport injury do I have"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;line of questioning&lt;/strong&gt;...and due to the nature of Yahoo Answers I could find no consensus among the respondents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually turned my search over to &lt;strong&gt;the experts&lt;/strong&gt; (ie wide open Google search).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what I gleaned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shin Splints&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Pain the front, outer leg...often described as "dull"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Can be the result of inflammation to the posterior peroneal tendon, tightness in the calf muscle...can be caused by overuse and/or overpronation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rest or "relative rest" (low/no impact exercise)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Icing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anti-inflammatory medications&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calf and anterior stretching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stress Fracture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: "Crescendo pain" that builds up during running, sometimes a specific point of tenderness in the leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Fracture to the tibia or fibula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treatment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6-8 weeks of rest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stopped reading about the treatment options after I read the first bullet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caitlin at &lt;a href="http://www.healthytippingpoint.com/2009/04/stress-fractures.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Healthy Tipping Point&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;posted about the subject of &lt;strong&gt;stress fractures in depth&lt;/strong&gt;...so feel free to check out her assessment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt; in my shin &lt;strong&gt;subsides as my run continues&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;ice it&lt;/strong&gt; and it feels better. It hurts the most in the &lt;strong&gt;mornings and immediately following a run&lt;/strong&gt;. It does &lt;strong&gt;hurt when I walk&lt;/strong&gt;, but randomly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All signs point to&lt;strong&gt; shin splints&lt;/strong&gt;, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sure hope so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my &lt;strong&gt;All Points Bulletin to anyone who has suffered from shin splints OR a stress fracture&lt;/strong&gt;...enlighten me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been wearing a &lt;strong&gt;youth sized soccer sock&lt;/strong&gt; over my left leg all week to serve as&lt;strong&gt; compression&lt;/strong&gt; and not only are they &lt;strong&gt;unprofessional&lt;/strong&gt;, they are starting to &lt;strong&gt;smell&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks in advance! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8972921046911333213?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8972921046911333213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-womans-compression.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8972921046911333213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8972921046911333213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-womans-compression.html' title='Poor Woman&apos;s Compression'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-2301138144618023231</id><published>2009-04-15T08:41:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:38:57.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>No such thing as stupid questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeXexeu90CI/AAAAAAAAATE/FGvcrjEjy8M/s1600-h/yahoo-answers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324907076080488482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeXexeu90CI/AAAAAAAAATE/FGvcrjEjy8M/s320/yahoo-answers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you find some free time in your day, I highly suggest you go check out the open question forum at &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahoo Answers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's basically a site where people &lt;strong&gt;submit questions&lt;/strong&gt; (spelling and grammar be damned) to the interweb and &lt;strong&gt;wait for strangers to answer them&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the submitter feels that their question has been sufficiently answered, they can &lt;strong&gt;tag the question as "resolved"&lt;/strong&gt; and go on about their life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I search the archives with&lt;strong&gt; running questions&lt;/strong&gt;...for example, I searched "IT Band Syndrome" and found a lot of &lt;strong&gt;great stretches and tips&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time I just peruse the open questions for &lt;strong&gt;entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like &lt;strong&gt;wikipedia only with a dash of crazy&lt;/strong&gt;. You never know what you'll find!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's a taste of &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;unresolved questions&lt;/strong&gt; currently on the site:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: "Why cant i get a job.........?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Punctuation may have something to do with it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q: "How do you become a prostitute?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Some people shouldn't be allowed to use the internet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: "SQUEALING shower head!??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(The frustration is palpable!??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i think i want a dirt bike.?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(First invest in a helmet...for everyday use)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: "What is a good way to cure boredom?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You answered your own question by coming to Yahoo Answers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pure gold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-2301138144618023231?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/2301138144618023231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-such-thing-as-stupid-questions.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2301138144618023231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/2301138144618023231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-such-thing-as-stupid-questions.html' title='No such thing as stupid questions...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeXexeu90CI/AAAAAAAAATE/FGvcrjEjy8M/s72-c/yahoo-answers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-5062947904514529069</id><published>2009-04-14T09:02:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:52:53.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>Here Comes the Sun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love summer&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liken that statement to &lt;em&gt;"I hate funerals"&lt;/em&gt; because it's like &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;, who doesn't like summer (or who doesn't hate funerals). Anyway, I really really &lt;strong&gt;appreciate the summertime&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And summer in the Bluegrass simply &lt;strong&gt;swelters&lt;/strong&gt;. It's divine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to decide on the &lt;strong&gt;best running accessory for the summer&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunglasses?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I see those &lt;strong&gt;ultra-lite meshy &lt;a href="http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3297519"&gt;Under Armour hats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3297519"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I just swoon. They look so darn &lt;em&gt;crisp&lt;/em&gt;. But I'm afraid my head would be unbearably hot and sweaty under a hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to run with a pair of Hubs'&lt;strong&gt; knock-off Oakleys&lt;/strong&gt; and they were great! But...I am sort of like &lt;strong&gt;Gozer the Destroyer when it comes to sunglasses&lt;/strong&gt;...they have a very short lifespan in my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to wear a &lt;strong&gt;visor at lacrosse practices&lt;/strong&gt; (back before we had to wear goggles) and it worked out fine...except...visors always get that&lt;strong&gt; grungy, forehead sweat stain&lt;/strong&gt; that never goes away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to hear &lt;strong&gt;runners and non-runners opinions&lt;/strong&gt; on the matter...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what works for you all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeSUOV3g4RI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AIHW7gq0UfA/s1600-h/nike_odeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324543633567834386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeSUOV3g4RI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AIHW7gq0UfA/s320/nike_odeon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nike Odeon&lt;/strong&gt; sunglasses with SPEED tint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-5062947904514529069?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/5062947904514529069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-comes-sun.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5062947904514529069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5062947904514529069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here Comes the Sun...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeSUOV3g4RI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AIHW7gq0UfA/s72-c/nike_odeon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6744617968790434193</id><published>2009-04-13T08:46:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:39:00.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Report'/><title type='text'>Race Report: Papa John's Ten Miler</title><content type='html'>My chip time was &lt;strong&gt;1:40:18&lt;/strong&gt;, which &lt;strong&gt;beats my previous 10-mile time by 11 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone tells you that they can't run a race (any race from 5k to a marathon) even with training, &lt;strong&gt;please direct them to this blog&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;consistent training schedule&lt;/strong&gt; helped me shave &lt;strong&gt;11 whole daggone minutes off my 10-mile time...&lt;/strong&gt;and I'm as slow as they come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeM0tsVRYLI/AAAAAAAAASo/qodF-IQdp1Q/s1600-h/running_005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324157144081195186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeM0tsVRYLI/AAAAAAAAASo/qodF-IQdp1Q/s320/running_005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got all &lt;strong&gt;my gear&lt;/strong&gt; laid out and ready to roll...I'm glad I decided on shorts because the morning warmed up pretty quick. It was a &lt;strong&gt;perfect day for a run&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homer&lt;/strong&gt; was with me all the way. Hubs went on a &lt;strong&gt;scouting party in search of beer at the finish line&lt;/strong&gt;, but there was none to be had. &lt;strong&gt;D'oh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeM0tvdELBI/AAAAAAAAASg/BrXvtnREDh0/s1600-h/running_004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324157144919190546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeM0tvdELBI/AAAAAAAAASg/BrXvtnREDh0/s320/running_004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rocked my &lt;strong&gt;Calipari Nation&lt;/strong&gt; shirt at the expo. The finish line/expo location is at UofL's football stadium, home to &lt;strong&gt;my alma mater's arch nemisis&lt;/strong&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.uoflsports.com/index-main.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Filthy Cards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a&lt;strong&gt; few compliments about my shirt&lt;/strong&gt; from the UK contingency of runners; one enthusiastic dude even shouted &lt;strong&gt;"AT LEAST SOMEONE HERE HAS CLASS!"&lt;/strong&gt; as he passed us on his way out of the expo. Thanks guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the &lt;strong&gt;expo&lt;/strong&gt; was exactly what I was expecting-- &lt;strong&gt;nothing special&lt;/strong&gt;. I got some Vitamin Water and a Power Bar...moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TIME TO RUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;strong&gt;8,500 runners&lt;/strong&gt; at the ten miler and I have to admit-- I felt kind of lonely at the starting line. Most people had running partners or at least friends to chat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong-- &lt;strong&gt;I'm a LONE WOLF&lt;/strong&gt;. But I would have liked to talk it up with someone while I waited to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me &lt;strong&gt;four minutes to cross the start line&lt;/strong&gt; and I was off! Well you know, off &lt;em&gt;very slowly&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miles 0-2 were the hardest&lt;/strong&gt;. By far. They were flat, straight shots-- nothing to write home about. But mentally &lt;strong&gt;I was freaking out. &lt;/strong&gt;At one point &lt;strong&gt;I even considered just turning around&lt;/strong&gt; and heading back to the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentary insanity&lt;/strong&gt;...I got into my awkward little grove at &lt;strong&gt;Mile 3&lt;/strong&gt; and didn't look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the park right after the 3 miler marker and I thought to myself&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Here come the hills!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iroquis Park&lt;/strong&gt; is a Louisville institution and, in retrospect, &lt;strong&gt;the hills are pretty brutal&lt;/strong&gt;. People started to bonk left and right. I just kept&lt;strong&gt; cranking away&lt;/strong&gt; and tried to make up ground on the downhills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, &lt;strong&gt;I love hills&lt;/strong&gt;. What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed &lt;strong&gt;miles 4 and 5 in the heart of the park&lt;/strong&gt; and mile 6 on our way out. &lt;strong&gt;More than half-way...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;final 4 miles&lt;/strong&gt; took us back the way we came-- a flat strech of road leading up to the stadium. I zoned out and listened to my No Doubt mega-mix that CC made me and &lt;strong&gt;before I knew it I was passing miler marker 9&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was &lt;strong&gt;one final hill&lt;/strong&gt; and people were REALLY starting to fall off...&lt;strong&gt;but it was my fastest mile&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running into the stadium was awesome-- mostly because the &lt;strong&gt;astro-turf felt like heaven&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;under my feet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I crossed the finish line &lt;strong&gt;I knew that I had obliterated my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/01/race-report-hangover-classic-10-miler.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;previous ten mile time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;from January and &lt;strong&gt;I was pumped!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeM0tSISwpI/AAAAAAAAASY/PYn9iB2NuvM/s1600-h/bb_tenrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324157137047437970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeM0tSISwpI/AAAAAAAAASY/PYn9iB2NuvM/s320/bb_tenrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs snapped a few pictures with his phone...I'm apparently &lt;strong&gt;behind the camera man&lt;/strong&gt; in this one. You can sort of see my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeM0tLVrn5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/GYytKjebfvw/s1600-h/bb_tenrace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324157135224545170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeM0tLVrn5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/GYytKjebfvw/s320/bb_tenrace2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am in blue, rushing over to the wall to &lt;strong&gt;stretch my calf before it revolted&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the &lt;strong&gt;first half in 51:22&lt;/strong&gt; proving that &lt;strong&gt;even slow runners can have negative splits&lt;/strong&gt;! Holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never thought I'd be able to blog about having negative splits&lt;/strong&gt;. In a ten mile race. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approached the finish line &lt;strong&gt;I asked myself two very important questions...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Could you keep running for 3.1 miles?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was a resounding &lt;strong&gt;YES, of course!&lt;/strong&gt; I can taste Half Marathon glory! &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Could you run this entire route ONE MORE TIME and then cap it off with a 10k?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh...maybe?&lt;/strong&gt; Check back with me in two weeks and I'll have a better idea of &lt;strong&gt;my marathon potential. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6744617968790434193?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6744617968790434193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-report-papa-johns-ten-miler.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6744617968790434193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6744617968790434193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-report-papa-johns-ten-miler.html' title='Race Report: Papa John&apos;s Ten Miler'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SeM0tsVRYLI/AAAAAAAAASo/qodF-IQdp1Q/s72-c/running_005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6464638828263801974</id><published>2009-04-11T16:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:26:46.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Report'/><title type='text'>I'll take it!</title><content type='html'>Chip time: &lt;strong&gt;1:40:18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Race report&lt;/strong&gt; coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the well-wishes-- your &lt;strong&gt;good bloggie-vibes&lt;/strong&gt; pushed me through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6464638828263801974?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6464638828263801974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-take-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6464638828263801974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6464638828263801974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-take-it.html' title='I&apos;ll take it!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3110273594200749192</id><published>2009-04-10T08:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:50:53.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>Good Friday + 10 Miler Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sd83of1j8jI/AAAAAAAAASI/y_Bnb6iT79w/s1600-h/pj_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323034453455663666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sd83of1j8jI/AAAAAAAAASI/y_Bnb6iT79w/s320/pj_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, ok...an &lt;strong&gt;improvement&lt;/strong&gt; in the logo arena (remember the &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/excited-about-racenot-so-excited-about.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.papajohns.com/louisville/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papa John's Ten Miler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the third leg of the &lt;strong&gt;Louisville Triple Crown of Running&lt;/strong&gt;, kicks off early tomorrow. This particular triple crown is for us humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second ten miler and my &lt;strong&gt;last race before the Mini-Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; in two weeks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My goals&lt;/strong&gt; for this race are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Power through the hills in the park with confidence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Don't let the final stretch wear me down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;hills&lt;/strong&gt; on this course have quite a reputation in the area, but they &lt;strong&gt;aren't any worse&lt;/strong&gt; than the ones I encounter on my long runs out in the sticks. I'll use my &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/02/lame-mantra.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"West Virginia" mantra&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to get me through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight comes my &lt;strong&gt;favorite part&lt;/strong&gt; of race prep: &lt;strong&gt;pre-race meals&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a &lt;strong&gt;pizza&lt;/strong&gt; and lots of &lt;strong&gt;Easter candy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a GREAT Good Friday err'body!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3110273594200749192?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3110273594200749192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-10-miler-prep.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3110273594200749192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3110273594200749192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-10-miler-prep.html' title='Good Friday + 10 Miler Prep'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sd83of1j8jI/AAAAAAAAASI/y_Bnb6iT79w/s72-c/pj_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-5087738040782543517</id><published>2009-04-09T11:16:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:59:54.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>Oh, my! You look very fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sd4ZEUYyLiI/AAAAAAAAASA/699HGnI3lXw/s1600-h/lift_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322719371581337122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sd4ZEUYyLiI/AAAAAAAAASA/699HGnI3lXw/s320/lift_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some E Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I ran with &lt;strong&gt;Cuz&lt;/strong&gt; again. We hit up a local park with a gravel track and &lt;strong&gt;took it really easy&lt;/strong&gt;...after all, I've got the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.papajohns.com/louisville/"&gt;PJ Ten Miler&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last lap we could hear the *&lt;em&gt;crunchcrunchcrunch* &lt;/em&gt;of a runner on the approach so we &lt;strong&gt;stepped to the side&lt;/strong&gt; a bit to let our compatriots through. Cuz, the ever-astute teacher in training, even offered a stern &lt;strong&gt;"BB, WATCH OUT!"&lt;/strong&gt; just to let the other runners know that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we cared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ladies in their &lt;strong&gt;late forties&lt;/strong&gt; cruised by, offering a little &lt;em&gt;"Ha ha we are faster than you" &lt;/em&gt;wave as they passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grumble...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited until they were out of earshot to complain about being&lt;strong&gt; passed by women twice our age&lt;/strong&gt;...I mean, judging by their spandex alone-- they &lt;em&gt;looked&lt;/em&gt; like &lt;strong&gt;serious runners&lt;/strong&gt;. They were extra lean and sinewy, and heck-- one even had the &lt;strong&gt;super-deluxe-lady-runner-buzz-cut&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all know that &lt;strong&gt;a haircut like &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;means business&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed those ladies for about a quarter-mile and then &lt;strong&gt;they punked out.&lt;/strong&gt; They just turned around (&lt;em&gt;not even finishing the 1.25 mile loop&lt;/em&gt;) and were &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;, presumably to their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it's not like Cuz and I really cranked out major miles last night...but then again &lt;strong&gt;we didn't dress for a marathon only to put in a half mile trot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously...&lt;strong&gt;good for them&lt;/strong&gt;. At least they were out, on the track, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doing something&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Sorry to hate on ya', ladies. I just found the situation interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story?&lt;/strong&gt; It's easier to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look hardcore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than to actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be hardcore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go and drop $100 on &lt;strong&gt;hot pink Under Armour half-zip and matching shorts&lt;/strong&gt; to rock at the race Saturday...or I could wear my &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-my-name-is-bb-and-im-big-redneck.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homer Simpson t-shirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I wear, &lt;strong&gt;I'll still be clinging on to 10 min/miles&lt;/strong&gt; for dear life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lookin' fast ain't gonna make me fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-5087738040782543517?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/5087738040782543517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-you-look-very-fast.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5087738040782543517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5087738040782543517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-you-look-very-fast.html' title='Oh, my! You look very fast!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sd4ZEUYyLiI/AAAAAAAAASA/699HGnI3lXw/s72-c/lift_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-711657862002403004</id><published>2009-04-08T13:21:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:59:37.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NERD ALERT'/><title type='text'>In an effort to further expose my bad taste in movies to the blogsphere...</title><content type='html'>...I felt compelled to dedicate an entire post to &lt;a href="http://www.mensfitness.com/lifestyle/entertainment/160"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an&lt;strong&gt; alternate universe&lt;/strong&gt; where I never met Hubs because he's married to Carrie Underwood, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004874/"&gt;Vin Diesel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005458/"&gt;Jason Statham &lt;/a&gt;are fighting for my heart! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's Fitness asks &lt;a href="http://www.mensfitness.com/lifestyle/entertainment/160"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the question I've asked myself a million times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;WHO WINS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;strong&gt;two experts&lt;/strong&gt; (read: friends) weigh in &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(haha boxing pun)&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;strong&gt;imaginary bout&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Sorry to tell you, but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a Jason Statham girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;R.K&lt;/strong&gt;., former lightweight champ and ringside analyst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdzmXAhc22I/AAAAAAAAARo/jpXyFQuxHLc/s1600-h/jason-statham-8-4-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322382142596766562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdzmXAhc22I/AAAAAAAAARo/jpXyFQuxHLc/s320/jason-statham-8-4-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Vin Diesel is older, taller, and apparently heavier since Jason Statham's weight is not applicable....anyway, Statham is a former world class diver, which means he's a world class queer. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin Diesel in a landslide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C.C.,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Las Vegas based&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;bookie and astronaut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdzmfmA3iwI/AAAAAAAAARw/weP1NWTYJ3w/s1600-h/Vin_Diesel_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322382290099604226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdzmfmA3iwI/AAAAAAAAARw/weP1NWTYJ3w/s320/Vin_Diesel_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you also have to consider the &lt;strong&gt;type of fight&lt;/strong&gt; we are talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Underwater fight? &lt;strong&gt;Advantage: Statham.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alien melee? &lt;strong&gt;Advantage: Diesel.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scowling battle? &lt;strong&gt;DRAW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One-liner beat down? &lt;strong&gt;DRAW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drag race? &lt;strong&gt;Too close to call!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would I pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why would you make me pick!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; THIS IS LIKE MY PERSONAL VERSION OF &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084707/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOPHIE'S CHOICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also might shed some light on &lt;strong&gt;why I DON'T GET the whole &lt;em&gt;Robert Pattinson craze&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like Twilight just as much as the next weirdo, and &lt;strong&gt;R-Patz seems like a really lovely girl&lt;/strong&gt;...but what is the big deal?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdzpTMm9uTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VbY4Hewv2SA/s1600-h/robert-pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322385375656524082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdzpTMm9uTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VbY4Hewv2SA/s320/robert-pattinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awwww, pretty lady.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS--Please don't kill me, Twilighters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-711657862002403004?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/711657862002403004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-effort-to-further-expose-my-bad.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/711657862002403004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/711657862002403004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-effort-to-further-expose-my-bad.html' title='In an effort to further expose my bad taste in movies to the blogsphere...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdzmXAhc22I/AAAAAAAAARo/jpXyFQuxHLc/s72-c/jason-statham-8-4-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-7134436771260228801</id><published>2009-04-08T08:40:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:32:57.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Running Surfaces: Just Another Way I Inadvertently Hurt Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdykcrUDRRI/AAAAAAAAARY/I18l277Xj0U/s1600-h/running_surfaces1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322309672215201042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdykcrUDRRI/AAAAAAAAARY/I18l277Xj0U/s320/running_surfaces1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month and a half, I feel like I've developed every &lt;strong&gt;running related injury&lt;/strong&gt; in the book (minus plantar fasciitis-- fingers crossed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iliotibial_Band_Syndrome"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITBS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; flared up...then it was &lt;strong&gt;shin splints&lt;/strong&gt;...now it's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piriformis_syndrome"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;piriformis syndrome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the largest contributing factor is &lt;strong&gt;the kind of surfaces I run on&lt;/strong&gt;...so I did what anyone would do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Googled it&lt;/strong&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this &lt;a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/385773"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;article&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;ranks running surfaces on a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;scale of 1-10&lt;/strong&gt; (1 being most painful to run on, 10 being the least):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grass&lt;/strong&gt;: 9.5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wood chips&lt;/strong&gt;: 9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirt&lt;/strong&gt;: 8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinder track&lt;/strong&gt;: 7.5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track&lt;/strong&gt;: 7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treadmill&lt;/strong&gt;: 6.5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asphalt&lt;/strong&gt;: 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sand&lt;/strong&gt;: 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snow&lt;/strong&gt;: 2.5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concrete&lt;/strong&gt;: 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TA-DA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of my after-work runs (ie-- most of them) are on&lt;strong&gt; crappy, concrete sidewalks&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I brought this on myself!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't like to &lt;strong&gt;complain&lt;/strong&gt;...not on this forum at least. I know there are &lt;strong&gt;lots of runners&lt;/strong&gt; out there with &lt;strong&gt;injuries much more serious than mine&lt;/strong&gt;, who can still crank it out. To all of those runners out there: I don't mean to complain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a related note...&lt;strong&gt;SAND &lt;/strong&gt;is a more&lt;strong&gt; comfortable running surface&lt;/strong&gt; than concrete?! Better on your joints, sure...but running in sand ranks up there with&lt;strong&gt; "chewing on tin foil" and "taking the LSAT"&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;BB's Comfortable Experiences Index&lt;/strong&gt;.**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Did you know that Google saves every search ever made in a huge database? That's INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**BB Comfortable Experience Index doesn't really exist...yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-7134436771260228801?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/7134436771260228801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/running-surfaces-just-another-way-i.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7134436771260228801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/7134436771260228801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/running-surfaces-just-another-way-i.html' title='Running Surfaces: Just Another Way I Inadvertently Hurt Myself'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdykcrUDRRI/AAAAAAAAARY/I18l277Xj0U/s72-c/running_surfaces1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8099563421760811363</id><published>2009-04-07T15:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:53:52.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Answers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...answers to my movie quote quiz&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Budd: "That woman deserves her revenge and we deserve to die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is from...&lt;strong&gt;Kill Bill, Vol. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Uma Thurman brings the pain...big time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Natalie: "What is the last thing you remember?"&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: "My wife.."&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: "That's sweet."&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: "Dying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is from&lt;strong&gt;...Memento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This movie BLEW MY MIND. The "ending" is revealed within the first few seconds of the film and then the story moves in reverse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Duncan: "There is a war on. How is it that you are headed west?"&lt;br /&gt;Hawkeye: "Well, we kinda face to the north and real sudden-like turn left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is from...&lt;strong&gt;The Last of the Mohicans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A modern classic! And I love the way Daniel Day Lewis says "Ken-tuck-ee." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Truvy: "In a good shoe, I wear a size six, but a seven feels so good, I buy a size eight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is from...&lt;strong&gt;Steel Magnolias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One of the most quotable films of all time (in my opinion). "PINK is my signature CUH-LA!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sands: "Okay, Okay. I'm going to freak right out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is from...&lt;strong&gt;Once Upon a Time in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From the Desperado franchise...but this one has DEPP. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8099563421760811363?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8099563421760811363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/answers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8099563421760811363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8099563421760811363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/answers.html' title='Answers!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6412068513856056001</id><published>2009-04-07T09:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:37:42.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What hurts today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Non-Running Post and What Hurts Today</title><content type='html'>This is going to be an &lt;strong&gt;off-topic blog post&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt; Well...&lt;strong&gt;I just have no running wisdom&lt;/strong&gt; to impart on you this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right: no advice to make you a &lt;strong&gt;slower, more awkward runner&lt;/strong&gt; like me! I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;straight from the Facebook juggernaut&lt;/strong&gt;...my friend RK tagged me in a note, challenging me and others to play a game of &lt;strong&gt;"Guess the Movie" based on character quotes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to upset the Facebook Application Gods, I played along and then made &lt;strong&gt;my own list of quotes from my favorite movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends (all popculturephiles) easily guessed &lt;strong&gt;10 out of the 15&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the ones they didn't get, Blogger Friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Budd: "That woman deserves her revenge and we deserve to die."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Natalie: "What is the last thing you remember?"&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: "My wife.."&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: "That's sweet."&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: "Dying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Duncan: "There is a war on. How is it that you are headed west?"&lt;br /&gt;Hawkeye: "Well, we kinda face to the north and real sudden-like turn left."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Truvy: "In a good shoe, I wear a size six, but a seven feels so good, I buy a size eight."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5) Sands: "Okay, Okay. I'm going to freak right out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give it a guess!&lt;/strong&gt; I even gave you the &lt;strong&gt;character name&lt;/strong&gt;! This should be easy...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...My taste is movies is a little &lt;s&gt;immature&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;obscure&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Hurts Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;hamstring&lt;/strong&gt; all the way down my &lt;strong&gt;calf&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;bottom of my foot&lt;/strong&gt; hurts today. It feels like I'm being &lt;strong&gt;shocked by an electric eel&lt;/strong&gt; every couple seconds. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piriformis_syndrome"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hooray!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6412068513856056001?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6412068513856056001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/non-running-post-and-what-hurts-today.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6412068513856056001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6412068513856056001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/non-running-post-and-what-hurts-today.html' title='Non-Running Post and What Hurts Today'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-1788983664129627981</id><published>2009-04-06T08:48:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:39:47.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Went for a run, thought I was dying, planted some shrubs...</title><content type='html'>I had a &lt;strong&gt;12 mile run&lt;/strong&gt; on the docket for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect, my legs felt great...&lt;strong&gt;what could go wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what:&lt;strong&gt; complete&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gastrointestinal mutiny&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my lovely 12 mile training run became a &lt;strong&gt;9 mile run + 3 mile death march&lt;/strong&gt; back to the car. I ran as far as I could run, and then it was no longer about getting my mileage in...&lt;strong&gt;it was about SURVIVAL&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the &lt;strong&gt;park bathrooms were closed&lt;/strong&gt; and the only beacon of hope -- &lt;strong&gt;a port-a-potty&lt;/strong&gt;-- was just beyond my grasp; locked &lt;strong&gt;behind the fence&lt;/strong&gt; of a construction zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just...miserable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the rest of the day was &lt;strong&gt;very productive!&lt;/strong&gt; Hubs and I planted two trees in our back yard and built a flower bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then we stuffed my purse full of snacks and &lt;strong&gt;went to the movies to see&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Fast and Furious."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh all you want, but my bizarre love for Vin Diesel is &lt;strong&gt;immune to your mockery&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sdn_6VcKOfI/AAAAAAAAARA/Idy3CkCE_XU/s1600-h/fastandfurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321565812367702514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sdn_6VcKOfI/AAAAAAAAARA/Idy3CkCE_XU/s320/fastandfurious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the &lt;strong&gt;soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If this soundtrack doesn't make you want to &lt;strong&gt;slap a spoiler on your Camry and shave your head&lt;/strong&gt;, then you should &lt;strong&gt;check your pulse&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-1788983664129627981?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/1788983664129627981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-for-fun-thought-i-was-dying.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1788983664129627981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1788983664129627981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-for-fun-thought-i-was-dying.html' title='Went for a run, thought I was dying, planted some shrubs...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sdn_6VcKOfI/AAAAAAAAARA/Idy3CkCE_XU/s72-c/fastandfurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-9011609513982749090</id><published>2009-04-03T15:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:04:55.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday, y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quick post today&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my &lt;strong&gt;tempo run&lt;/strong&gt; typically looks like:&lt;br /&gt;- 0-10 minutes: &lt;strong&gt;warm-up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 10-25 minutes: &lt;strong&gt;"comfortably hard" pace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 25-35 minutes: &lt;strong&gt;cool-down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck to this last night and BOY was I sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG run tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;...no punking out this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-week until the &lt;strong&gt;Papa John's Ten-Miler&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-9011609513982749090?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/9011609513982749090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-friday-yall.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/9011609513982749090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/9011609513982749090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-friday-yall.html' title='Happy Friday, y&apos;all!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-1663628050287379203</id><published>2009-04-02T21:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:29:26.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>So I checked out my Google Analytics...</title><content type='html'>Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person Googled &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soffe&lt;/span&gt; Trash Bag Shorts"&lt;/strong&gt; and found my blog post about &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocking-trash-bag.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excessive sweating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; instead, &lt;strong&gt;sorry to disappoint you&lt;/strong&gt;...but you probably want to avoid trash bag shorts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to whomever searched for &lt;strong&gt;"hooker radar"&lt;/strong&gt; and wound up here: &lt;strong&gt;Heaven help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-did-you-do-on-valentines-day.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;post probably wasn't what you were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cringe*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-1663628050287379203?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/1663628050287379203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-checked-out-my-google-analytics.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1663628050287379203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/1663628050287379203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-checked-out-my-google-analytics.html' title='So I checked out my Google Analytics...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-9110952064399174587</id><published>2009-04-02T08:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:23:27.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>The Hazards of Running with a Family Member</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my&lt;strong&gt; Cousin/Half-Marathon partner and I ran a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;5 mile loop&lt;/strong&gt; starting/ending at our gym. This workout was supposed to happen Tuesday night, but a thunderstorm made us push it back (ie-- I forgot my trashbag at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking while running&lt;/strong&gt; (or is it "&lt;em&gt;running while talking&lt;/em&gt;?") has always &lt;strong&gt;intimidated me&lt;/strong&gt;...I just assumed that &lt;strong&gt;the more I talked the less I'd breathe&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we &lt;strong&gt;chatted it up without any complications&lt;/strong&gt; during our run. Success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran at a faster pace than usual (she is a 10 min.-miler also)...neither of us cared to admit who kept &lt;strong&gt;inadvertently&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;upping the pace&lt;/strong&gt;, but I think &lt;strong&gt;she did for the first 2.5 miles and I did for the last 2.5&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, it was &lt;strong&gt;a really good run&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, except &lt;strong&gt;my Cuz hit me&lt;/strong&gt; at one point---&lt;strong&gt;SMACK&lt;/strong&gt;, right on my back--claiming I led her to believe our finish line was closer than it really was. She blamed the outburst on a &lt;strong&gt;seizure&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo run tonight? &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;tempo run tonight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-9110952064399174587?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/9110952064399174587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/hazards-of-running-with-family-member.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/9110952064399174587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/9110952064399174587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/hazards-of-running-with-family-member.html' title='The Hazards of Running with a Family Member'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-904767506702091773</id><published>2009-04-01T13:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:16:31.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Read any good books lately?</title><content type='html'>I don't know why &lt;strong&gt;Blogger ate half of my pictures&lt;/strong&gt;...and apparently stole my Turtle mascot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anyone else having issues with Blogger and pictures today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Mexican cruise&lt;/strong&gt; is only one month away! &lt;strong&gt;OLE'!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means it's time for me to start looking for &lt;strong&gt;vacation books&lt;/strong&gt;. This may sound easy enough, but &lt;strong&gt;I can go through 3-5 books&lt;/strong&gt; during the span a typical week-long vacay. I &lt;strong&gt;DEVOUR&lt;/strong&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read (or started) three books during my honeymoon: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ruins&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by Scott Smith, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pillars of the Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Ken Follet (didn't finish this behemoth) and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Host&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by the Twilight chick (she should stick to vampires).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdOlTAdkXdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UqEotAYocgA/s1600-h/beach_read.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319777330814803410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdOlTAdkXdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UqEotAYocgA/s320/beach_read.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ruins&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;suspensful and interesting&lt;/strong&gt;...not the mention, the villian of the story is very unique. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...read anything worth recommending lately&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Don't Like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chick-lit&lt;/strong&gt; is just not my thing...and I've tried it, I swear I have! &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/strong&gt; made me want to puke (toooooooooo sweet). I love &lt;strong&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/strong&gt;, but I've read most of her stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And while I appreciate the &lt;strong&gt;"bring back the classics" movement&lt;/strong&gt;, I did enough of that in undergrad...I just can't balance Joyce and a pina colada. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Do Like...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspense&lt;/strong&gt; that doesn't smack you upside the head...&lt;strong&gt;Odd humor&lt;/strong&gt; (I know, you must be SHOCKED)...Stories that rely on a &lt;strong&gt;character's relationship to their environment&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;Historical novels&lt;/strong&gt; that DO NOT involve bodice ripping... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Short List so far...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Road, &lt;/em&gt;Cormac McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A Dirty Job, &lt;/em&gt;Christopher Moore&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;American Gods, &lt;/em&gt;Neil Gaiman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite my list of "dislikes," I'm really &lt;strong&gt;open to any and all suggestions!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-904767506702091773?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/904767506702091773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/read-any-good-books-lately.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/904767506702091773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/904767506702091773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/read-any-good-books-lately.html' title='Read any good books lately?'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdOlTAdkXdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UqEotAYocgA/s72-c/beach_read.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-5989340726806869754</id><published>2009-04-01T08:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:04:30.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>FOOLS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdNjWLTUDiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/J7y7HCNWfRM/s1600-h/af_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319704817496755746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdNjWLTUDiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/J7y7HCNWfRM/s320/af_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some Ecards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...ah...ok, &lt;strong&gt;I have an announcement&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm becoming a &lt;strong&gt;vegan&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah. Save the little baby cows and all that jazz...veganism is the way to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've also decided that 26.2 isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; impressive in itself, so I'm skipping ahead...gonna do the &lt;strong&gt;IRONMAN&lt;/strong&gt;. So, get excited for THAT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, and&lt;strong&gt; Hubs and I are having a baby!&lt;/strong&gt; BABIES, in fact&lt;strong&gt;...triplets&lt;/strong&gt;! No...wait, ur....&lt;strong&gt;OCTUPLETS&lt;/strong&gt; like that crazy-lady. BABIES BABIES BABIES! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AND I'm leaving my job and going to &lt;strong&gt;LAW SCHOOL in August!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh wait...&lt;strong&gt;that one is real&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;April Fool's jokes &lt;strong&gt;don't really translate&lt;/strong&gt; in blog form. Or on Facebook. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-5989340726806869754?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/5989340726806869754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/fools.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5989340726806869754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/5989340726806869754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/04/fools.html' title='FOOLS!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdNjWLTUDiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/J7y7HCNWfRM/s72-c/af_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6023152432262550554</id><published>2009-03-31T08:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:20:29.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>10 Miles, Unplugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdIW1nh-FgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KFnKQWTMytA/s1600-h/gump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319339220278318594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdIW1nh-FgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KFnKQWTMytA/s320/gump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night &lt;strong&gt;I ran home from work&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The back-roads route from my office to my house is about &lt;strong&gt;10 miles&lt;/strong&gt;. This was mostly on-road running, so &lt;strong&gt;I turned my iPod off&lt;/strong&gt; for my own safety. &lt;strong&gt;BB unplugged!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 miles...no music...massive hills&lt;/strong&gt;...I was just waiting for the bonk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;the bonk NEVER CAME&lt;/strong&gt;! Dare I say, the run was &lt;strong&gt;easier without music?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because I could &lt;strong&gt;focus completely on my stride and breathing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;rather than&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;imagining I'm on American Idol&lt;/strong&gt; and Beyonce is my star mentor (my rendition of "Deja Vu" gets rave reviews from the judges...even Simon!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's where things get &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;...When I'd start to get a little bored, &lt;strong&gt;I'd just YELL something&lt;/strong&gt; (there was no one on these roads but little-crazy-old me)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a &lt;strong&gt;sampling&lt;/strong&gt; of what I can remember yelling to the open road: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"Who hits a GOOSE?"&lt;/em&gt; (road kill comment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"Hill...HILL!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "And I...was...RUNNIN'!" &lt;/em&gt;(Forrest Gump quote) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"Don't wanna pull a HAMMY!" &lt;/em&gt;(Cable Guy quote)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"LOUD NOISES!" &lt;/em&gt;(40 Year Old Virgin quote)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Six triple eight seven four five...uh uh uh..." &lt;/em&gt;(Incorrect song lyric)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"AAAAAALL MY SINGLE LADIES!" &lt;/em&gt;(Correct song lyric) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Very. Weird...I know. &lt;strong&gt;So weird&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it worked!&lt;/strong&gt; This kept me really&lt;strong&gt; entertained&lt;/strong&gt;...every time I would start to think about how much further I had to go or how tough a hill was, &lt;strong&gt;I'd yell something random&lt;/strong&gt; and make myself laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, even us &lt;strong&gt;slow-runners&lt;/strong&gt; have some &lt;strong&gt;tricks up our sleeves&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6023152432262550554?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6023152432262550554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-miles-unplugged.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6023152432262550554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6023152432262550554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-miles-unplugged.html' title='10 Miles, Unplugged'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdIW1nh-FgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KFnKQWTMytA/s72-c/gump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4603889529891720128</id><published>2009-03-30T07:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:32:15.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Weekend Notes</title><content type='html'>- This weekend was a huge bust...&lt;strong&gt;6 miles on Saturday, and nada Sunday...&lt;/strong&gt;The weather was nasty and I just couldn't get myself going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I struggled with the infamous &lt;strong&gt;"all or nothing" mentality&lt;/strong&gt; that so many runners encounter, and ultimately decided that a couple days of rest was completely normal and acceptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Actually &lt;strong&gt;went to the gym&lt;/strong&gt;...and I still hate that place. The lady on the machine next to me was decked out in head-to-toe Under Armour cold gear-- in a sweltering gym. It just &lt;strong&gt;boggles my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My mom got some new shoes (a pair of Brooks, whoop whoop!) and she will soon be on the &lt;strong&gt;path to 5k greatness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate that &lt;strong&gt;March Madness gives non-sports fans an excuse to try to talk basketball&lt;/strong&gt;. Just...don't. It's ok. Fill out a bracket-- the less you know about basketball, the better chance you will have in winning the office pool. &lt;strong&gt;But please don't try to talk to me about how you are really rooting for Gonzaga this year.&lt;/strong&gt; My head will explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdC7j24WKZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Pw44evCqwGU/s1600-h/gonzaga.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318957384626219410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdC7j24WKZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Pw44evCqwGU/s200/gonzaga.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, brand new week...&lt;strong&gt;LET'S DO THIS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4603889529891720128?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4603889529891720128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-notes_30.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4603889529891720128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4603889529891720128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-notes_30.html' title='Weekend Notes'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SdC7j24WKZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Pw44evCqwGU/s72-c/gonzaga.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8345796219579004313</id><published>2009-03-27T12:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:31:19.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Saturday Forecast:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT GON RAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sc0oTpLP5ZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DK6ar12-5TM/s1600-h/OllieWilliams1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317951052930082194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sc0oTpLP5ZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DK6ar12-5TM/s320/OllieWilliams1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;a href="http://familyguy.wikia.com/wiki/Ollie_Williams"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ollie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocking-trash-bag.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trash Bag rides again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8345796219579004313?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8345796219579004313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-forecast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8345796219579004313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8345796219579004313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-forecast.html' title='Saturday Forecast:'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sc0oTpLP5ZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DK6ar12-5TM/s72-c/OllieWilliams1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-3313716533536577289</id><published>2009-03-27T08:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:20:04.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Running Playlists and Why I'm Gross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** A note of clarification about my previous post ***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you all will still want to be my &lt;strong&gt;interweb friends&lt;/strong&gt; after I admit this but...&lt;strong&gt;that moisture on my t-shirt after the run was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;100% sweat, &lt;/strong&gt;not rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had stopped raining well before I started my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROSS, I KNOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** Back to the regularly scheduled (totally hygienic) post ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd like to get in &lt;strong&gt;12-13 miles tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; and maybe try a new route...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means a good majority of my day will be spent &lt;strong&gt;cross-referencing Map-My-Run and Google Street View&lt;/strong&gt;, trying to determine roads where &lt;strong&gt;I will be least likely to get run down by a van&lt;/strong&gt;. Hooray! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was perusing(creeping on) forum posts on &lt;a href="http://www.runtheville.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run the Ville&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;strong&gt;running playlists&lt;/strong&gt; and I got to thinking about my sad little iPod. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During my last 4-5 long runs, I've listened to &lt;strong&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/strong&gt;. Exclusively. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their new CDs were all I needed to get me through a run. Seriously-- they are &lt;strong&gt;that good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SczRguZ6sCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8kFT1-No4W0/s1600-h/605px-Lady_gaga_the_fame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317855620160466978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SczRguZ6sCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8kFT1-No4W0/s320/605px-Lady_gaga_the_fame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, I'm open to some &lt;strong&gt;new music&lt;/strong&gt;...hook a sister up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's on your running playlist right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-3313716533536577289?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/3313716533536577289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-playlists-and-why-im-gross.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3313716533536577289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/3313716533536577289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-playlists-and-why-im-gross.html' title='Running Playlists and Why I&apos;m Gross'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SczRguZ6sCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8kFT1-No4W0/s72-c/605px-Lady_gaga_the_fame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8923397964772939523</id><published>2009-03-26T08:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:20:32.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Rocking the Trash Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;rained&lt;/strong&gt; all day yesterday. I planned on running after work if the rain wasn't too heavy, so I &lt;strong&gt;packed a poncho/rain jacket thingy&lt;/strong&gt; just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I hit the road the rain had subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.5 miles&lt;/strong&gt; later and &lt;strong&gt;a tropical habitat had formed&lt;/strong&gt; in my poncho. I think a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toucan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fluttered out of the hood at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317479416751514738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sct7Wzfs5HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WRwAAlIoyXw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I looked like a trash-bag with legs. Hubs &lt;em&gt;new truck&lt;/em&gt; looks slick!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sct7WUqTEAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Wx_Icmbyzn4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317479408474460162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sct7WUqTEAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Wx_Icmbyzn4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sct7V6AXuNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZxAhSBm_fKM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317479401319282898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sct7V6AXuNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZxAhSBm_fKM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hubs asked me why I'd want a picture of my &lt;strong&gt;drenched t-shirt&lt;/strong&gt;...because it makes me look &lt;strong&gt;hardcore&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've sufficiently &lt;strong&gt;grossed you out&lt;/strong&gt;, have a &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8923397964772939523?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8923397964772939523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocking-trash-bag.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8923397964772939523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8923397964772939523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocking-trash-bag.html' title='Rocking the Trash Bag'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sct7Wzfs5HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WRwAAlIoyXw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-6512532789828738637</id><published>2009-03-24T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:12:12.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Chasing the "Tomb Raider" Dream</title><content type='html'>I was an &lt;strong&gt;anthropology major&lt;/strong&gt; for, like, a nano-second in undergrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because &lt;strong&gt;I thought I could be "Tomb Raider,"&lt;/strong&gt; that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know-- traveling the world and &lt;strong&gt;collecting artifacts&lt;/strong&gt;, swinging on vines to avoid explosions, &lt;strong&gt;shooting 9mms&lt;/strong&gt; with surprising accuracy...&lt;strong&gt;fighting grizzly bears&lt;/strong&gt;. Basically, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't find &lt;strong&gt;Tactical Bear Combat 101&lt;/strong&gt; in UK's course catalog, I ditched that plan and &lt;strong&gt;switched my major to English&lt;/strong&gt;. File that one under "Gross Misunderstanding of Anthropology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years later and &lt;strong&gt;I find this&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.racethefig.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventure Racing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;at Red River Gorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait...What is that sound? It sounds like all my wildest dreams &lt;strong&gt;COMING TRUE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cycling, trekking, rappelling, paddling&lt;/strong&gt;...this is as close to "Tomb Raider" as it's gonna get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only &lt;strong&gt;a few things that stand in my way&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I can't mountain bike, can't rappel, can't read a compass...haven't tried, but probably can't paddle too well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119602111959138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sco0G1gmUGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rdhTQnWskCw/s320/extreme_adventureracer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm...looks like fun...&lt;strong&gt;or not&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like I'm &lt;strong&gt;putting my Tomb Raider dream on ice&lt;/strong&gt; once again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do, however, want to give &lt;strong&gt;trail running&lt;/strong&gt; a try. There are some &lt;strong&gt;amazing state parks&lt;/strong&gt; in Kentucky, and it's always good to mix it up in training. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;quads burn&lt;/strong&gt; just thinking about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I ran &lt;strong&gt;8.5 miles last night&lt;/strong&gt; and felt &lt;em&gt;alright&lt;/em&gt;. Running uphill with the wind in your face is pretty demoralizing, but I kept pushing. &lt;strong&gt;My legs were numb&lt;/strong&gt; for the first 3 miles, which is never fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I found myself in &lt;strong&gt;doubt&lt;/strong&gt;, I'd think &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BB...I can't believe you are actually even considering a marathon if you can't man-up and do this run RIGHT NOW."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a &lt;strong&gt;very effective mantra&lt;/strong&gt;, to say the least. I broke through the mental barrier and felt really fresh. &lt;strong&gt;Miles 6-8 were the easiest miles I've run in a long time&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Running is so weird sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-6512532789828738637?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/6512532789828738637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/chasing-tomb-raider-dream.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6512532789828738637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/6512532789828738637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/chasing-tomb-raider-dream.html' title='Chasing the &quot;Tomb Raider&quot; Dream'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/Sco0G1gmUGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rdhTQnWskCw/s72-c/extreme_adventureracer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-4297223278455315649</id><published>2009-03-24T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:11:18.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gear'/><title type='text'>These are a few of my fav-o-rite things...</title><content type='html'>Recently, my obsession with purses has been &lt;strong&gt;replaced by my obsession with running gear&lt;/strong&gt;. Now instead of splurging on a Coach bag at the outlet mall, &lt;strong&gt;I buy running gear en masse&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Hubs&lt;/strong&gt;. I literally apologize to him for spending all of his hard-earned money every couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's what I can't run without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqT2O7ifI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XAp_xHBl_T4/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316756986807421426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqT2O7ifI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XAp_xHBl_T4/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I run in &lt;a href="http://www.brooksrunning.com/prod.php?p=1200521B&amp;amp;k=123211"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooks Defyance 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I love them...It was the first time I picked out a pair of running shoes for reasons outside of how they looked! They "corrected" my natural pronation that was aggravating my knee and hip, so basically &lt;strong&gt;they saved my running-life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqTjWAJvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SO-cIGdDEOw/s1600-h/tempo_shorts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316756981736810226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqTjWAJvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SO-cIGdDEOw/s320/tempo_shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://store.nike.com/index.jsp?country=US&amp;amp;lang_locale=en_US&amp;amp;l=shop,pdp,ctr-inline/cid-1/pid-163799/pgid-104064#l=shop,pdp,ctr-inline/cid-1/pid-204626/pgid-104064"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nike Tempo shorts&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;are my current item-obsession. &lt;strong&gt;Built-in liner, key pocket, perfect length = a great pair of running shorts&lt;/strong&gt;. I never really paid much attention to my shorts until I started to run 4+ miles. Heck, after 1 mile Soffe shorts feel like sand-paper underpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqTcQm7NI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Nld4Jz_b0dU/s1600-h/champion_bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316756979835137234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqTcQm7NI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Nld4Jz_b0dU/s320/champion_bra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Target's &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/C9-Champion-Seamless-Bra-Ebony/dp/B000Y1NENU/qid=1237905910/ref=br_1_4/183-8676255-5651428?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;node=370527011&amp;amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C9 Champion Sport Bras&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;are the stuff. I know lots of women struggle with finding the perfect sports bra, but I have had no problems with this brand. Sure, I could spend $40 and get a Nike bra that is moisture wicking AND can brew me coffee, but &lt;strong&gt;for the money&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C9 is in a league of it's own&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goody.com/Products/Collections/StayPut/Womens/Thin_No_Slide_Color_Headbands.aspx"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316756974918495746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqTJ8Y7gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0iMsMO9UQj8/s320/head_band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goody No-Slide Headbands&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;are essential pieces in my running arsenal. I have a lot of hair...and it's very curly. XTREME curls. And nothing &lt;strong&gt;keeps the frizz at bay&lt;/strong&gt; like these headbands, which were are available at drug-stores are Targets and Walmarts (oh my).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqTLvKTnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n6uWuvzJ2FI/s1600-h/Camelbak_charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316756975399882354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqTLvKTnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n6uWuvzJ2FI/s320/Camelbak_charm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.camelbak.com/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camelbak Charm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;says: &lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the Upper-Echelon of Runner Nerd-dom&lt;/strong&gt;. I tried a hydration belt at first and it just flat annoyed me to death. I was wary about the Camelbak, but once I tried it out I was hooked. I think this model is &lt;strong&gt;4 lbs. at it's heaviest&lt;/strong&gt;, but I totally forgot it was there. The pocket it just big enough for a cell phone, car key and some Shot Blox. A &lt;strong&gt;must have for long runs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what else is out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, has anyone found &lt;strong&gt;a brand/style of shirt or singlet for the upcoming summer months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-4297223278455315649?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/4297223278455315649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-are-few-of-my-fav-o-rite-things.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4297223278455315649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/4297223278455315649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-are-few-of-my-fav-o-rite-things.html' title='These are a few of my fav-o-rite things...'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScjqT2O7ifI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XAp_xHBl_T4/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-547107152680761952</id><published>2009-03-23T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:09:09.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Report'/><title type='text'>Lessons Learned: My First 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Official Chip time&lt;/strong&gt;: 59:38 (!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooohoooooo! I'm in shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of &lt;strong&gt;what I learned from my first 10K&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt; Start out faster &lt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wanting to finish "strong," I consciously &lt;strong&gt;kept my pace slow for the first three miles&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;stepped up my pace&lt;/strong&gt; at mile 3, and felt really good when I crossed the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;strong&gt;I felt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I definitely had a lot "left in the tank." I think I could have had a faster time&lt;strong&gt; if I didn't hold back&lt;/strong&gt; quite as much in those first 3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&gt; Stalk-a-Runner &lt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At the 3 mile-marker I decided to &lt;strong&gt;zero-in on a fellow runner&lt;/strong&gt; who was running at a faster pace and follow them for as long as I could keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked out his &lt;strong&gt;tall, lanky dude with bushy hair&lt;/strong&gt; because he was clipping along and was easy to spot in the crowd. I tried to stay within &lt;strong&gt;10-20 feet of the guy. &lt;/strong&gt;This not only amused me endlessly but &lt;strong&gt;helped me run at a faster pace&lt;/strong&gt; for the last half of the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks lanky-dude. &lt;strong&gt;Sorry I creeped on you&lt;/strong&gt; for 2 1/2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&gt; Walkers are a different breed &lt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Walkers will line-up wherever and however they want&lt;/strong&gt;, with little regard to runners. There were groups of walkers, 5 and 6 wide, lined up well ahead of me and thousands of other runners. Many were lined up &lt;strong&gt;directly behind the seeded runners&lt;/strong&gt; who were at the very front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine in a race of 300...it's still rude, but whatever. But with 7,000 participants, walkers that close to the front &lt;strong&gt;make the first mile very tricky&lt;/strong&gt; for the rest of us. Lots of bopping and weaving, and a couple bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;-&gt; Hill work is clutch &lt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Most of my long training runs are extremely hilly, and &lt;strong&gt;the payoff came during this race&lt;/strong&gt;. There were 2 hills (one at mile 1 and the other around mile 3) that took me be suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, while other runners started to feel the pain and slow down, I found myself &lt;strong&gt;gaining ground&lt;/strong&gt;. It was great! I actually started to &lt;strong&gt;pass people on the hills! &lt;/strong&gt;And while we are on the subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt; I'm still slow, but passing people is a RUSH! &lt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too concerned about this during mile 0-3, but then &lt;strong&gt;I found great excitement in picking off runners&lt;/strong&gt; one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel an urge to "beat" anybody-- I just felt like I was &lt;strong&gt;running strong&lt;/strong&gt; and hitting a good rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what I learned from this race. I'm going to run &lt;strong&gt;another 10K on the 4th of July&lt;/strong&gt;, and I will be sure to apply these lessons when I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...where are my &lt;strong&gt;race photos?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am "patiently" waiting for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*refresh*refresh*refresh*refresh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-547107152680761952?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/547107152680761952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/lessons-learned-my-first-10k.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/547107152680761952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/547107152680761952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/lessons-learned-my-first-10k.html' title='Lessons Learned: My First 10K'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-188805031872269057</id><published>2009-03-21T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:35:38.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Report'/><title type='text'>Race Report: Rodes City Run 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now THAT was fun&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rodes City Run was &lt;strong&gt;my first 10K&lt;/strong&gt;, and I must say-- I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some &lt;strong&gt;pictures&lt;/strong&gt; from this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFeFf_kOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-T-i8bUFh3s/s1600-h/rodes_clothes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315660949611319522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFeFf_kOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-T-i8bUFh3s/s320/rodes_clothes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had all &lt;strong&gt;wardrobe combinations&lt;/strong&gt; laid out and ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFeB6ArSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WEwp7IBeeK4/s1600-h/rodes_cupid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315660948646702370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFeB6ArSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WEwp7IBeeK4/s320/rodes_cupid.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY issue I had with the race&lt;/strong&gt;: I was a bit disturbed by the &lt;strong&gt;lack of runners dancing to the "Cupid Shuffle"&lt;/strong&gt; when it played before the line-up. How can you NOT do the Cupid Shuffle? Well...I did. To the left, to the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFEzNkEOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3CpDC4pvJG4/s1600-h/rodes_chad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315660515205452002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFEzNkEOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3CpDC4pvJG4/s320/rodes_chad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww, me and the Hubster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFEy3yB-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cE6zT3zL4lU/s1600-h/rodes_hoss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315660515114092514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFEy3yB-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cE6zT3zL4lU/s320/rodes_hoss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey! I found &lt;a href="http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-looks-like-this-is-my-turn.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFEflwzoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vHYGXXXma80/s1600-h/rodes_start.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315660509938241154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFEflwzoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vHYGXXXma80/s320/rodes_start.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the seeded runners. Or sprinters. They were incredible (not that I saw them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUElERh3JI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qaPD_5GDjnk/s1600-h/rodes_run.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659970029673618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUElERh3JI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qaPD_5GDjnk/s320/rodes_run.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm over there somewhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a &lt;strong&gt;GREAT day for a race&lt;/strong&gt; and I think I learned a lot about participating in large races. I'll dedicate a later to post to race-lesson learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;clock time was 1:03:34&lt;/strong&gt;, but it took me close to &lt;strong&gt;4 minutes to cross the start line&lt;/strong&gt;. So it looks like &lt;strong&gt;my chip time MIGHT be sub-1 hour?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Moly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-188805031872269057?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/188805031872269057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/race-report-rodes-city-run-10k.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/188805031872269057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/188805031872269057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/race-report-rodes-city-run-10k.html' title='Race Report: Rodes City Run 10K'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScUFeFf_kOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-T-i8bUFh3s/s72-c/rodes_clothes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8920273882082961878</id><published>2009-03-20T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:21:02.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race Prep'/><title type='text'>Excited about the race...not so excited about the t-shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScOuZEUfqfI/AAAAAAAAANw/n0CEiifTQi4/s1600-h/09RCR-logo_color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315283730906982898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScOuZEUfqfI/AAAAAAAAANw/n0CEiifTQi4/s320/09RCR-logo_color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because that logo...&lt;strong&gt;ain't cute&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got that fluttery feeling in my stomach and I can hardly concentrate at work! It must be almost...&lt;strong&gt;RACE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Rodes City Run is &lt;strong&gt;pretty big&lt;/strong&gt; in terms of a 10k-- something like &lt;strong&gt;7,000 runners&lt;/strong&gt; and 15,000 spectators. My biggest concern is running in a crowd that size-- and, moreover, &lt;strong&gt;eating pavement&lt;/strong&gt; in front of a crowd that size. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight I'm off to &lt;strong&gt;pick up my packet&lt;/strong&gt; and persuade Hubs to let me &lt;strong&gt;invest in a new half-zip&lt;/strong&gt;...it's going to be a little chilly at the starting line tomorrow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I went on and on about my race goals, but honestly...my only race goal (other than to finish) is to get &lt;strong&gt;a decent race photo&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, THAT would be a true &lt;strong&gt;victory&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** UPDATE on persuading Hubs to let me buy more clothes ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used dinner plans as a bargaining chip...I wanted pizza, he wanted Mexican:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;If we go to El Nopal, can I go to Target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubs&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Um...deal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;CHA-CHING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8920273882082961878?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8920273882082961878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/excited-about-racenot-so-excited-about.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8920273882082961878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8920273882082961878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/excited-about-racenot-so-excited-about.html' title='Excited about the race...not so excited about the t-shirt'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScOuZEUfqfI/AAAAAAAAANw/n0CEiifTQi4/s72-c/09RCR-logo_color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258866133701194994.post-8729719147903317291</id><published>2009-03-19T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:52:13.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME'/><title type='text'>Awwww, shucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScJ6QbUyeCI/AAAAAAAAANo/dvKhBQcgU30/s1600-h/kreativ_blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314944932882053154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScJ6QbUyeCI/AAAAAAAAANo/dvKhBQcgU30/s400/kreativ_blogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://citygirllivingintheburbs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Another Day in Paradise &lt;/a&gt;pretty much made my day by giving me this &lt;strong&gt;nifty blogger award&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn to &lt;strong&gt;spread the love and give them to some of my favorite bloggers...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping within the Terms and Conditions of my newly minted Kreativ Blogger title, are &lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Love&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;7 Blogs I Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7 Things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Hubs&lt;/strong&gt; - He's my best friend and is really good at math. What more could I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2)&lt;strong&gt; My family&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm lucky to have them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;My friends&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm happy they put up with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;My monster-puppy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Running&lt;/strong&gt; - hence the blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kentucky Wildcats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - my Alma Mater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;White chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; - I prefer it to all other kinds of chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7 Blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bhealthier.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body. Mind. Soul&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - Runner, foodie and future dietitian...BHealthier has got it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailygoods.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daily Goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - Ashley is a former lacrosse player and bikram fanatic...and she's training for a 10k too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://d-and-z.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just Another Day in Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - D.A.R. is a law student (graduating very soon) AND she still finds time to run! I hope to strike that same balance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinspiredblog.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thinspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - I covet Lara's meals that she photographs and posts on her blog. Droooool...she's another foodie/runner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dispatchesfromtheisland.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dispatches from the Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - Actor Jorge Garcia's blog...I am a "Lost" superfan so this blog makes me giggle like a nerd. It's HURLEY! Teeheehee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dlisted.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dlisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - Trashy gossip blog with really offensive language...Yes please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dooce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- Heather B. Armstrong is the QUEEN of the blog. Mormonism, babies, married life and the Daily Chuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for passing along the award to the aforementioned blogs, &lt;strong&gt;I am pretty sure ladies 1-4 already won one of these!&lt;/strong&gt; I guess it's a testament to their creativity&lt;strong&gt;...or "Kreativity."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258866133701194994-8729719147903317291?l=slowrunnings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/feeds/8729719147903317291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/awwww-shucks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8729719147903317291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258866133701194994/posts/default/8729719147903317291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowrunnings.blogspot.com/2009/03/awwww-shucks.html' title='Awwww, shucks!'/><author><name>bb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10011596873646885181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/SjlQ7nj24nI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S_PIsSMkfSo/S220/bb_marathon_finish.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KoxYKNedJE/ScJ6QbUyeCI/AAAAAAAAANo/dvKhBQcgU30/s72-c/kreativ_blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
