tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51610224719166497062024-02-06T21:13:38.568-08:00Tri-Karen-Tri"If you enjoy it, you'll finish any event you're crazy enough to sign up for."Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-65161100467167291752016-05-26T18:41:00.006-07:002016-05-26T18:41:55.461-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-22484222004021289572015-12-12T19:03:00.003-08:002015-12-12T20:17:19.713-08:00Saturday Recap<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Did a beautiful trail run Saturday morning starting at the Nimbus Fish Hatchery. Really hoped to eek out 10 miles but spent the night prior tossing and turning so I was feeling a bit sluggish as we got moving. The air was so cold, that the warmer water created a mist above the river and the lake that was ethereal.<br />
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A couple of river otters appeared and started eating while watching us watch them. Patrick had never seen a river otter. Once we got our fill watching creatures watch us, we continued on our run.</div>
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This run I've nicknamed the "hobbit run" because it is among lush green wild grass and trees, not unlike The Shire. At about 3.5 miles though, I was suffering badly. I didn't drink enough water and was generally just was feeling lousy. Laurie and Patrick were happy to turn around and we headed back. Got back to the cars in just under 2 hours with nearly 8 miles on my garmin. I hope to run again tomorrow morning in the rain and then spend the day doing some christmas shopping.</div>
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Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-23260416053668651512015-12-11T01:00:00.000-08:002015-12-11T01:00:09.951-08:00Friday Five.. the 2015 edition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
6 months? really? Ok, lets dive in with an easy Friday 5.<br />
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<li>CIM-- deferred to 2016. Training was going well until mid October when a whole host of issues came up.. Illness, medication changes, lack of motivation...By the time early november came along, I knew my quest had to be postponed. Luckily, CIM instituted a deferral program just. this. year. </li>
<li>New races in 2016! Not just CIM on the docket. <a href="http://www.shamrocknhalf.com/" target="_blank">Shamrockn' half marathon</a> is on my calendar -- I even registered the first day so I could get the awesome gift of a trucker hat. Also on tap is the <a href="http://runsupersunday.org/" target="_blank">Super Sunday 5k</a> and <a href="http://bmovanmarathon.ca/" target="_blank">the. vancouver. marathon</a>. I think that's enough.</li>
<li>Did the local turkey trot for the second year in a row. Ran it 20 seconds slower than last year, BUT since i hadn't run at all in the 4 weeks prior to it, I'll take that as a win.</li>
<li>Read an awesome book by Elizabeth Gilbert called "Big Magic." I cannot say enough good things about it. Please pick it up. Buy it for your friends for Christmas. Buy it for your neighbors. Buy it for yourself.</li>
<li>Looking at <a href="http://insidetrail.com/calendar/bishop-high-sierra/" target="_blank">this</a> and thinking , "what the *&^#$* are you thinking?"</li>
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Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-75171344413959983612015-05-11T20:19:00.000-07:002015-05-13T14:34:24.933-07:00Dirty Secret Trail Race Report<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
First an apology. I was a dope and didn't take any pictures before, during or after the race. I am not sure why. I simply forgot. The excitement of participating in a race had me on edge a bit I think.<br>
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I originally registered for the long course of the <a href="http://www.dirtysecrettrailrun.com/" target="_blank">Dirty Secret Trail</a> Race up in Cool, CA. Long course is approx 11 miles. After much soul searching, and basically some not so good training runs, I emailed the race director a few weeks ago and asked to drop down to the short course which is approximately 6 miles. In no time at all, I received confirmation that I was now registered for the short course. Phew. That was a real relief.<br>
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My training has been pretty hit and miss the last few weeks. I will have a good couple of weeks-- PT, weights, running, yoga, cycling. And then something will come up-- work, family, zombie apocalypse-- and all goes to hell. Its been a struggle to find balance between all the things I like to do and still try to remain gainfully employed. That being said, interestingly, my back injury/butt injury has been pretty good. I have occasional stiffness and maybe one day a month i'll have pain, but it is very very manageable--Especially after a Rye Whiskey Manhattan. But I digress. <br>
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So dirty secret! I was a nervous wreck honestly. I have no idea why. My tummy was giving me a bit of trouble before the race. I ran into a few people I knew while I tried to nonchalantly scrape the TP off my shoe post-porta potty. With 5 minutes to start, i realized that I left my Garmin in my car, so I sprinted there and back to the start-- we'll call it my warm up. I wrestled the damn 310xt onto my wrist just as the horn went off for my wave start.<br>
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I had planned to go in the very last wave (slower than a 9 min mile) but SOMEHOW got talked into going into the earlier short course wave (faster than 9 minute mile). I am not sure if this was good or bad idea but either way, I seemed to be huffing and puffing about the same amount as most of the people I could see in front and behind me. <br>
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The course in Cool, CA is absolutely beautiful. Lovely single track and a bunch of early hills to really get your heart pumping. I forgot that being in the middle-to back of the pack, the dust kicked up my earlier runners irritates my lungs. Note to self: either be way in front or way in back in next race.<br>
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What was fascinating to me were the sheer number of people who seemed woefully unprepared for a trail race. Several near me carried no water at all and started bitching within the first mile about how hot it was and where was the aid station? Uh, ok. I eventually dropped those 3 young ladies but not before I heard numerous, "This is stooopid!!! Why are weeeeee doing thisssss???" (imagine that in a surly teenagers voice and you understand why I had to drop them)<br>
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It was hot that day and i did nearly empty my 20 oz handheld within the hour it took me to finish.<br>
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Overall great race, I definitely will do it again next year. Since it was my first time racing the short course, do I get to claim my result as a PR? I'm thinking yes!<br>
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1:07 overall for 5.8 miles. Meh. Not the best i've ever done, but not the worst either. <br>
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http://results.chronotrack.com/event/results/event/event-13351?lc=en<br>
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Next up is either <a href="http://www.womensfitnessfestival.com/" target="_blank">Nike Women's 5k</a> OR <a href="http://www.sherocksthetrails.com/" target="_blank">She Rocks the Trails</a> OR <a href="http://www.bloodsweatbeers.com/" target="_blank">Blood Sweat and Beers</a>. Or maybe all three. ;)<br>
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Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-15563984147353312382015-04-16T11:08:00.000-07:002015-04-16T11:08:26.029-07:00Suck it up, buttercup!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I suck as a
blogger still.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Getting back into the
groove of writing is almost as difficult as starting to run or bike or swim on
a consistant and regular basis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am
getting better at it though. I cannot fathom how I used to get up at 4:15 a.m.
to go run.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seems like such a lifetime
ago!! But I suppose life is full of changes and we adapt and those changes
become our new normal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Its implementing
the change that is so painful and difficult.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ok, done with the philosophy!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yesterday’s track workout was a killer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I haven’t been very consistent in my
running.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some weeks im doing 15 miles,
others 0.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again, habit is just something
I need to build again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the track workout
was 2 miles warm up; strides; 5X 1k @5min; 2 mile cool down. I only managed the
warm up, strides and half the 1k workout and 1.25 mile cool down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was cooked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My times were slow on the 1ks, my tummy was a little off and I just felt
LETHARGIC in general. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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However, on a social level, I had a grand time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Talked with several long-time friends who were super encouraging!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was amazing!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were discussing upcoming races, upcoming
trail training runs and aches and pains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I felt so good about being a part of a “community” again, even on a
small level. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">That said, my upcoming “races” are<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dirty Secret<br />
She Rocks the Trails<br />
Blood Sweat and Beers<br />
Run on the Sly<br />
Overlook 50k<br />
CIM<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">All of these races are totally contingent upon
non-injury of course.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I like having
some goals to focus on and some things to do!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-71013105923071688412015-03-16T12:36:00.002-07:002015-03-16T16:31:30.124-07:00The Bitch is Back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Knock knock? Hello? Anyone out there?<br>
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After several painful and frustrating years, the "butt pain" was finally diagnosed as a low back L4/5 disc issue. Despite lots of PT, the only thing that has worked to get me back running and biking again is Bikram Yoga. Yes yes I know-- bikram himself is questionable and is likely a serial rapist and freak of nature (and not in a good way). But at least for me, his system of 26 poses in a hot room has allowed my back to gain enough strength so that i can now run small distances-- up to 9 to 10 miles on dirt, 6 on cement/asphalt with no lingering back issues. I can also get on my road bike up to (so far), 30 miles. I have done a couple of short races and somehow , even with my slow pace, managed to place in the top 5 for my age group. I chalk this up more to aging up than to any sort of speed... but hell, i'll take any ego boost i can get at this point.<br>
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So what does that all mean for my blog? I hope that i can continue to post training and racing updates here. the blog works as a good accountability system so that i don't get too lazy. <br>
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As such, my next trail race is May 9 in Cool, CA and is called "Dirty Secret Trail Run" ; and yes, i did register for the long course. <br>
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I am also wanting to get back into triathlons but not really sure where to start. There is a half ironman in October locally. It is all flat and i can train on the local roads. There are also several sprint and oly distance races over the summer. Thoughts?<br>
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Ultimately, and i don't know if this will ever be a possibility, i would like to do another marathon. <br>
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On a personal note, both rugrats have moved out of the house and are on their own and in college. So its just me and the hubs wandering around our empty house together wondering what we should do to keep ourselves occupied. Get your minds out of the gutter. <br>
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Later.</div>
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-18086545332546180022013-01-20T08:57:00.001-08:002013-01-20T08:57:10.395-08:00Boom and Bust<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been a very long time since I've posted mostly because I didn't know what to write about. My life is so different than it was a year ago, I hardly recognize myself. <br />
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<li>I am still not able to run. I've been to several doctors, PTs etc but to no avail. All diagnoses confirm the first --high hamstring tendinopathy. </li>
<li>I've had several instances of grand improvement for a short time period (I.e. a few days) where I have no pain. </li>
<li>Then I do something as simple as bend down to pick something up and my injury comes back along with the pain.</li>
<li>I feel like if I do heavy weights at the gym, the resulting muscle soreness diminishes my awareness of the tendon pain. </li>
<li>MRI completely normal in September 2012</li>
<li>MWFSu I do core work from an iTunes App from "Daniel Miller" </li>
<li>TThSa I do my PT exercises.</li>
<li>Somewhere during the week I do some weights at the gym</li>
<li>I ran on the treadmill 1 mile last week at 13:45 pace. I just went ahead and said "fuck it". My heart rate was 155 at the end of 1 mile</li>
<li>Listened to some podcasts by clinician Jill Cook specifically on HHT and I learned a lot about things I've been doing incorrectly for nearly a year,specifically stretching and compressing the injury. </li>
<li>I am now using a Donut-of-shame<a href="http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=9SIA1KN0DZ7994&nm_mc=KNC-GoogleMKP&cm_mmc=KNC-GoogleMKP-_-pla-_-NA-_-NA" target="_blank">http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=9SIA1KN0DZ7994&nm_mc=KNC-GoogleMKP&cm_mmc=KNC-GoogleMKP-_-pla-_-NA-_-NA</a>. </li>
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Believe it or not, I am more hopeful about this stupid injury that has sidelined me for so long. I see what I need to do to get better--it's just a matter of implementation. </div>
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Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-57665730826246472062012-08-01T13:37:00.000-07:002012-08-01T13:37:10.124-07:00Waiting for MondayI drafted this post a few weeks ago but just didn't have the heart to click "publish" until today.<br />
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I've had this injury now for 6 months. I've done a ton of Physical Therapy work, been advised by a sports medicine doctor, gone to the gym to do strength training, done foundations sports/core work. I even tried Bikram Yoga for the high hamstring tendinosis.<br />
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Nothing has helped. In fact on most days I feel worse than I did back in February.<br />
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I have finally accepted the fact that I will not be able to run or ride again. It is so painful for me to make this admission but fact is fact. Things that I did even 3 months ago that caused me no pain, are now nearly debilitating. <br />
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The MD's response is "you are almost there." <br />
Bullshit. I'm in more pain now than ever before. <br />
"Your leg strength is 100 times what it used to be" drones the PT. <br />
So what if I am still in pain constantly?<br />
"You can swim in the meantime but you won't need to do it for long.." said the MD<br />
I've now grown gills on my neck.<br />
"Focus on other adventures" said the husband.<br />
Like what? Running or riding my bike was my time for ME. It was MY time. Time to use as I wanted. I could meditate on a problem, clear my head entirely, focus on the trail in front of me, or even think of witty responses to people 3 days after they said something. <br />
"Well you can just relax now" says a co-worker.<br />
Yes, I am so relaxed that my blood pressure is routinely 160/90.<br />
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I've thought about my life lately, and it is best captured by the tagline, "<strong><em>Waiting for Monday</em></strong>." Remember when you couldn't wait for it to be friday afternoon? Work was done and you had an entire 48 hours to do what you wanted ? Looking forward to that long run or long bike ride was a favorite thought on fridays. Getting together with friends after the run/ride for a cup of coffee was the perfect cap to a beautiful morning.<br />
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Now, friday is filled with dread. Why? Because there is nothing to do until monday. By saturday afternoon I've caught up on all of my <em>Real Housewives</em> shows along with the new <em>Dallas</em> series. Since almost any physical activity causes pain, I sit. I sometimes eat some popcorn and then take a nap for the afternoon. I awake at 3:30 pm trying to figure out something else I can do with my day. Monday, with its structured work schedule can't come quickly enough. My existence on the weekend is just waiting for monday. <br />
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I am not sure about continuing this blog or not. It seems completely ridiculous to do so considering that I can't even walk without pain on some days; but it is hard to let go because my blogs' existence gives me hope that someday I might be healthy enough to run again.<br />
<br />Later.<br />
<br /><br />Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-91143490286845257072012-04-09T20:51:00.009-07:002012-07-23T12:43:09.631-07:00Injuries force you to do strange things<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjoN75LnzhVbHW881c55uFdkG2d_CwCHxxlEG4FJxPsMGzpyng_qY6asOpYplD8uYVfcfnm-xIxjXHJkznL7BLmez_tBqoWvKD-YX-PfBmSFqDSPrSeJW3QARkYyxWWYtw-9K9BhotPyxd/s1600/good-luck-not-hitting-encouragement-ecard-someecards.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729626192443706626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjoN75LnzhVbHW881c55uFdkG2d_CwCHxxlEG4FJxPsMGzpyng_qY6asOpYplD8uYVfcfnm-xIxjXHJkznL7BLmez_tBqoWvKD-YX-PfBmSFqDSPrSeJW3QARkYyxWWYtw-9K9BhotPyxd/s400/good-luck-not-hitting-encouragement-ecard-someecards.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 223px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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Since my stupid injury a few weeks ago this is the pose I've been in. Sitting and reading. <br />
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No running<br />
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No biking<br />
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Been an unwilling participant in that thing called Physical Therapy. I used to love my PT because I would see steady improvement in my prior condition. Not this time. This stupid tendon issue just won't quit. I'll have a few days of good stretching, good strengthening and little to no pain only to be hit out of the blue with horrible pain and lack of mobility.<br />
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So I sit. I read. I mope. I drink tea. All of my athletic magazines showed up a couple of weeks ago. <span style="font-style: italic;">Triathlete, Runner's World, Bicycling</span>. <br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am obviously so sad that I can only sit in my yard and read the magazine instead of implement the workouts contained within it. And although you can't see it, I am sitting on a pack of frozen peas that are stuffed down my pants. Yep, it is party-central over here in NorCal.</span></span><br />
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My current reads are <span style="font-style: italic;">War and Peace</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">World without End</span>, and some smut I am too embarrassed to even list here.<br />
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Have my second PT and Dr. B, medicine woman appointment this week. I have a feeling the prognosis won't be good since I am feeling lousy once again today. I vowed on Saturday morning that if I get better from this stupid tendon, I will sign up to do an Iron Distance Triathlon for my 40th birthday. You heard it here first folks. <br />
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Fates be damned--i'm still in the bargaining phase psychologically I suppose. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgBCujcf9RA2oboe1r4G3uUtbUqhXtYRuLj_GQ6zJVPbEN8ROOYPtCb7BKlhxKQHrxYEI5T5JZ7RaLWpGqytdzIgcBjRbii3MIUaKP3yN7vHSKrxct3dYYeNXbIMSG2hKRJxOcegebN9p/s1600/psychology_of_sport_injury.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729620450166784370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgBCujcf9RA2oboe1r4G3uUtbUqhXtYRuLj_GQ6zJVPbEN8ROOYPtCb7BKlhxKQHrxYEI5T5JZ7RaLWpGqytdzIgcBjRbii3MIUaKP3yN7vHSKrxct3dYYeNXbIMSG2hKRJxOcegebN9p/s400/psychology_of_sport_injury.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 115px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px;" /></a> I've already picked out two potential races. <br />
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In the meantime, I guess I can work on my swimming. I bought a year Park Pass today and have my wetsuit ready to hit the water at the local lake tomorrow. I haven't swam in open water since my <a href="http://trikarentri.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-first-half-ironman.html">half-ironman and the horrifying seaweed incident</a>.<br />
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That's it for now. I'm trying not to slit my wrists as I watch the days tick by with no running on my schedule. Grr..Maybe swimming will be a nice distraction. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Current water temp is <span style="font-weight: bold;">53<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span> degrees!</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSFWCglLdOG0iGTU1MYggDSQuHiASA3tc1d1OWcZQtnRaTuGhhkz-SVoSwkWa-qgNBD_oe4tGutxexLw40XBhsTAISDZOV-umoAj_ph-JOemjtbwJY_VBAjaNpdLaY6mIth3pcfE5U9LQ/s1600/1295490082556_7337629.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729618247129816610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSFWCglLdOG0iGTU1MYggDSQuHiASA3tc1d1OWcZQtnRaTuGhhkz-SVoSwkWa-qgNBD_oe4tGutxexLw40XBhsTAISDZOV-umoAj_ph-JOemjtbwJY_VBAjaNpdLaY6mIth3pcfE5U9LQ/s400/1295490082556_7337629.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-21913350444852746652012-03-31T09:33:00.004-07:002012-07-23T12:43:43.505-07:00Guest Post at I am momsI just did a guest post at <a href="http://iammoms.com/">I Am Moms</a>. Jasmine posts regularly on issues of indo-americans (Desis), motherhood and the juggling act necessary to a successful mom and wife --all seen through the lens of a second generation Indo-American. I contributed a guest post on <a href="http://www.iammoms.com/2012/03/how-my-desi-family-planted-seeds-of.html"> How my Desi family planted the Seeds of Triathlon</a>..<br />
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Check it out!Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-61218969064409108902012-03-20T19:15:00.004-07:002012-03-20T19:39:56.105-07:00WTF is going on around here???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUjYu3O8sPQAzrX5TUAGM0M6BWVCyQwYIUy1OikTOyJGfgWk-KqQ_S0lRVy1ApQwq0_AxyYGkbw4YkZcDysVZSJeSIg_6GlKl37AFs5g0xmagbWpqSeI19ni_yQSuMqJKpaJIMfTEadZNd/s1600/129044375808473041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUjYu3O8sPQAzrX5TUAGM0M6BWVCyQwYIUy1OikTOyJGfgWk-KqQ_S0lRVy1ApQwq0_AxyYGkbw4YkZcDysVZSJeSIg_6GlKl37AFs5g0xmagbWpqSeI19ni_yQSuMqJKpaJIMfTEadZNd/s400/129044375808473041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722174474823664882" /></a><br /><br />How can someone with no discernible ass have a broken butt???<br /><br />I thought things were getting better after my 6 mile run. I thought I was smart to skip shamrockn and do an easy six miles on my own. <br /><br />The next day I noticed a pain upon sitting at my chair at work. I emailed Dr. B Medicine Woman, "I am having some pain in my butt when I sit. Not even real pain, just feels like a bruise." I honestly thought she might say, "Oh this is a good thing!!! That means you are healing!!"<br /><br />Yeah, not so much.<br /><br />She wrote back, "Sounds like proximal hamstring tendinosis. You need to nip this in the bud very quickly before it gets out of hand."<br /><br />Wait, what?<br /><br />Then, "With all the icing you are doing you might want to consider taking a break from running for awhile." What's a "awhile".. "A few months!"<br /><br />Wait, what the hell is going on? Only a few weeks ago I was doing great. Now, after ONE STUPID FALL, I NEED TO TAKE MORE TIME OFF THAN FOR A STRESS FRACTURE??"<br /><br />Not happy. I spent most of last week laying in bed after work too depressed to do anything. I did my icing and my hip exercises but I wasn't happy about it. My poor family has been taking the brunt of my bitchiness these days.<br /><br />I threatened them that I would start smoking, that I would only eat fast food, that I would never eat another vegetable. (Ok Ok, I'm a drama queen when upset). I would only watch <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Real Housewives of Orange County<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span> or other Reality TV shows.<br /><br />The weekend was the worst. No plans, no running, nothing. Pain continued on and off.<br /><br />I managed to get a bit of "FrostNip" on my ass from icing too much. Yeah, that's a visual isn't it?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFgJa2ZHE3f_npZNIp7BCb-hAxP3Z0VqB9U5J7yHOObgaDpm45nmHApRhvNt7d-Y1viIX2qDrqM7e9DuePG-QYPYohSZXe8amAl55SXHqo0zcUp0SU_YdNhNmJXpqLrToM98g_2tdlRzFQ/s1600/07434bg.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFgJa2ZHE3f_npZNIp7BCb-hAxP3Z0VqB9U5J7yHOObgaDpm45nmHApRhvNt7d-Y1viIX2qDrqM7e9DuePG-QYPYohSZXe8amAl55SXHqo0zcUp0SU_YdNhNmJXpqLrToM98g_2tdlRzFQ/s400/07434bg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722174036673997458" /></a><br /><br />Today, my ass doesn't hurt when I sit. My low right back is achy instead. I have an early morning appt with Dr. B., on thursday and another appt with the PT in her office the same day. "Eccentric exercises", she said would help. <br /><br />I'm keeping my fingers, toes, and legs crossed hoping for a good result from my visit with her. I don't know WTF is going on around here, but it is time for it to move on...<br /><br />GRR!<br />Later.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-18169783968027075812012-03-12T09:50:00.008-07:002012-03-12T20:45:31.816-07:00No Run Mama: the tale (tail) of the broken buttWeekend contained both heartbreak and side-splitting laughter. I had every intention of racing Shamrockn' half marathon this weekend and planned my days accordingly. <br /><br /><il><li>Guzzled water like it was going out of style all week. I was drinking nearly 70 oz of water a day, which although it doesn't sound like much more than the 8 8 oz glasses recommended was a lot for me. Did a second test run of 4 miles on friday and the hip.felt.fine. Went to bed early on friday night but tossed and turned because a dog on the next block was barking. All. Fkng. NIGHT. At 3 a.m. it was still barking. For a sample of what I heard all night, click here. <iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G7vXKtePlGM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><li> Saturday continued on my waterfest while I took RugRat #1 to the <strike>crackhouse</strike> <a href="http://fleetfeetsacramento.com">fleet feet</a> and bought her some brand new running shoes. About a month ago, she suddenly announced that she wanted to run a 5k. I asked her, "Are you sure???" she was emphatic in her reply, "YES!" so I signed her up for the <a href="http://www.runrocklin.com">Run Rocklin 5k</a>. It was after I clicked, "PAY" and printed out my receipt that I asked her, "You know how far a 5k is, right?" She replied, "1.3 miles." I shook my head and twisted my fingers and said, "Almost right. It's 3.1 miles." RugRat#1 lost color in her face and said, "ohhh...." but I encouraged her and said, "No worries you can do it. I will help you." <span style="font-style:italic;">Reminder: RugRat #1 does not have a history of being athletic. RugRat#2 in order to differentiate herself from her sister is a "jock."</span> So off to the fleet feet we went on saturday. They had shoes for her in.her.size. This is no small feat as she has no small feet. <span style="font-style:italic;">Size 8.5.</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">NARROW.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>. While waiting for her to pick shoes, I drank 2 20 oz bottles of water. Then I decided I needed new trail shoes as my other pairs are over 3 years old. I present to you, the Asics Trabuco 14, the newest in the TriKaren collection.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3l9N-RH1ArP_GaFKiBFAWy5cxFtXq1SucFqj48XFco9NNUeevo-i7gdcuW9zrg3uI14PKrWSTzS7hZWlG3PRTIJ7S4UhwVXCiOedPCFKIo2MMjmzrk1CrkbSTm_cTPmcVewUnZfChgLW/s1600/trabuco.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3l9N-RH1ArP_GaFKiBFAWy5cxFtXq1SucFqj48XFco9NNUeevo-i7gdcuW9zrg3uI14PKrWSTzS7hZWlG3PRTIJ7S4UhwVXCiOedPCFKIo2MMjmzrk1CrkbSTm_cTPmcVewUnZfChgLW/s400/trabuco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719215694113860418" /></a><br /><br /><li> After fleet feet, we went to Costco to buy such necessities as a 7 lb jar of olives, 20 kiwis, and enough tampons to last me until menopause. I continued to drink water while <strike>running over old people and small children</strike> pushing the cart through Costco.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8NjtbLJm_yjLMoh5QdTYWAF2QGdKV7Mm2hl1SEt_AYlenkvHqL8N8IalR-1XSAcnqsuIj6mVX4Ly9uXiIKOT4CyUeL5pcCw0L5_OUdyAcGMEoKr8o0xPHcO8M4sJnmGfLlG8wumJ4ZWA/s1600/hellboy2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8NjtbLJm_yjLMoh5QdTYWAF2QGdKV7Mm2hl1SEt_AYlenkvHqL8N8IalR-1XSAcnqsuIj6mVX4Ly9uXiIKOT4CyUeL5pcCw0L5_OUdyAcGMEoKr8o0xPHcO8M4sJnmGfLlG8wumJ4ZWA/s400/hellboy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719215691776303826" /></a><br /><br /><li> I got home, unloaded car, put away all groceries, admired my shoes and put my feet up on the ottoman and dozed. I only got up to pee. I made a carb-rich dinner, set out all my clothes, set the coffeepot, confirmed with a friend that I would meet at her house at 0:dark:30, set my alarm and went to sleep. <br /><br /><li> I had nightmares of running the race. Actually the nightmare was that my hip was in stabbing pain and I was limping through the race -- I was only at mile 4 in my dream and I kept being passed by other people and kept thinking, "oh god I have 9 more miles to go..". I awoke at 3 a.m. with a horrific pain in my hip. It wasn't the stabbing pain of my dream, but it was a definite pain. I got up and walked around and it seemed to go away. I climbed back into bed and at 4:50 my alarm went off. My hip felt almost swollen it was in so much pain. It was at that moment I realized that running a half marathon while still recovering from an injury probably wasn't the best idea. I texted my friend and told her I wasn't sure I was going to make it. I got some ice, put it on my hip and crawled in bed to let the ice do its magic. <br /><br /><li> I woke up at 8 a.m. The ice pack was flaccid; my hopes of a PR dashed. I got up, ate a little breakfast and realized that my.hip.felt.ok. I suggested to RugRat#1 that we test out her new shoes and take them for a spin around the block. She agreed and we all got dressed and laced up. RugRat #2 decided to accompany us as well. So here we were, one happy family (minus hubs) gimping our way around the block. After one mile, RugRat #1 was finished. So was RugRat #2. I felt great so I decided to try for 4 miles. <br /><br /><li> I ended up doing 6 miles. My hip never hurt while running. I was glad I skipped Shamrockn' since I could FEEL the decline in my performance after a 10-day hiatus. I was huffing and puffing. But it was cool that my hip. never. hurt.<br /><br /><li>Today, I never even noticed my hip at work. I did notice a weird, bruised feeling near my sitbones on the right side, but no sharp pain, no hip pain. Just a little ischial tuberosity pain while sitting.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWLxvoBct2iUkacDAaCQCVIgH8A2dcDM_UoXYQMFn2_AFFsYodIZPotk1Ykl2iVjJ9s13_sjC76khKa2Mjvgiug2zUTzlpG_rQ7Bd0IOXihTcYL5rcsdxEHsGfSYkrikh3-DUzzCJXDbq/s1600/IschialTuberosity.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWLxvoBct2iUkacDAaCQCVIgH8A2dcDM_UoXYQMFn2_AFFsYodIZPotk1Ykl2iVjJ9s13_sjC76khKa2Mjvgiug2zUTzlpG_rQ7Bd0IOXihTcYL5rcsdxEHsGfSYkrikh3-DUzzCJXDbq/s400/IschialTuberosity.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719215696125465922" /></a><br /><br /><li> I emailed Dr. B, medicine woman (Sports Med Doc) to see if a broken butt feeling is normal part of the healing process.<br /><br /><li> For fun, Sunday night I went to a local comedy club and saw Russell Peters. I don't know if it was the $9 margarita or what, but I could not stop laughing during the show. He was trying out new material for his 2012 world tour so some of his jokes seemed out of the norm of making fun of indians and chinese people. But it was a good laugh and I certainly needed it. <br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9Mm9b2AHT0E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />later!Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-47839256031676519322012-03-08T19:47:00.008-08:002012-03-12T09:44:27.146-07:00Now What?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdaiMd1XNOFvVlMMs_1xjDJ15m7ccou56nnM_h0lMx90eGV91S04LhluDG6HDnrZ1wpGrgHpnNWQYuOKim7dUOipARxGjOxOpLSONGDH5m5Cq-bKWxcNwD_HWIUkR7ptxcwepRJx7kcLp/s1600/run6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdaiMd1XNOFvVlMMs_1xjDJ15m7ccou56nnM_h0lMx90eGV91S04LhluDG6HDnrZ1wpGrgHpnNWQYuOKim7dUOipARxGjOxOpLSONGDH5m5Cq-bKWxcNwD_HWIUkR7ptxcwepRJx7kcLp/s400/run6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717741623874236354" /></a><br /><br />In 3 days I am supposed to run the Shamrockn' Half Marathon in Sacramento. I have been battling hip problems for nearly 2 weeks and had a run haitus for 10 days. My 3 mile run yesterday went very well. No pain, just a little stiffness this morning. <br /><br />Now as I sit here, I am feeling a twinge of pain in the hip. Shit.<br /><br />Should I run Shamrockn anyway? I don't know. I anticipated a nice little PR but now, that idea is out of the question I am sure. Maybe I should just skip the race and enjoy sleeping in instead?? Firm decision-making is not my forte obviously.<br /><br />Last year, Shamrockn did not go well for me at all. I just didn't feel well and later that day realized I was coming down with the flu. Am I slated for another lackluster performance? Should I just dress up as a crazy leprechaun and enjoy myself and not worry about a PR?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32YK4JA8DfPriiZiGGJn72zok_aJ0zkPtzt-ExgJTQVXWAqhOGd8Nub75yGkkmwWw_PHHiCMt52qDIrGAs3ajoODV2zKCHKueTnivA6ifawwwtlTM87f6dtHhd54R5d1S0c5So4TeHSn5/s1600/288796_1_m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32YK4JA8DfPriiZiGGJn72zok_aJ0zkPtzt-ExgJTQVXWAqhOGd8Nub75yGkkmwWw_PHHiCMt52qDIrGAs3ajoODV2zKCHKueTnivA6ifawwwtlTM87f6dtHhd54R5d1S0c5So4TeHSn5/s400/288796_1_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717741628778258098" /></a> <br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote>No I wouldn't really wear this.. The wand is too heavy to carry..<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></blockquote>.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br /><br />I suppose I will just decide saturday night or sunday morning how I feel and plan my day accordingly.<br /><br />Something to look forward to--I will be going to see <a href="http://www.livenation.com/Russell-Peters-tickets/artist/958418">Russell Peters </a>live in Sacramento Sunday night. Nothing can cheer me up more than watching Russell Peters impersonate indian accents with gusto and verve. <br /><iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vw6RgIf6epQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />And just for fun, I've include another clip. I am actually in the clip at time stamp :35. I went to this comedy show many years ago and you can see my reaction at his insistence that Indian Women are hairy.<br /><br /><iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I2ZdYgtTGA0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Later!Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-71992548353211968642012-03-02T14:40:00.004-08:002012-03-02T14:47:07.351-08:00The more things change...well, you know.Ok I suck ass lately as a blogger. I haven't been writing, but truly it was for a great reason. I was running my ass into the ground. For the month of January I ran 97 miles. In February I ran 116 miles! Between all the running and work and rugrats things have been super hectic.<br /><br />I decided to be as boringly consistent as possible in my running and to quit questioning my coach and just do as he says.<br /><br /><strong>Coach: Run 12 miles today.<br />Me: YESSIR! At what pace?<br /><br />Coach: Run easy 6 miles today.<br />Me: OK! I'll go slow.</strong><br />Everything was going great with my training. Until<br /><br /><strong><strong>dun dun dun!</strong></strong><br />I tripped and fell while running on some single track a couple of weeks ago. I didn't exactly FALL.. I sort of caught myself in mid-trip (which was slow motion in my mind) and was so happy that I didn't fall right on my face in mud that I gave a little happy dance for joy. I didn't think anything about it until<br /><br /><em><strong>dun dun dun!</strong></em><br />I went for a 14 mile run the next morning. Nothing hurt as I was running. After 3 miles I propped up my foot on a flower pot to tie my shoe and as I leaned forward I felt a tightness/pulling in my Gluteus .. I ignored it tied my shoe and continued to finish my run. No big whoop.<br /><br />I did all my runs for the rest of the week with no problem whatsoever. I took thursday off entirely since I was over my weekly mileage. I went to bed thursday night looking forward to a nice 8 mile fartlek the next morning. <br /><br />Friday morning I got out of bed and <em><strong>Dun Dun DUN!</strong></em> MY ASS AND HIP HURT LIKE HELL! Just walking around the house. JUST WALKING! I thought, maybe I slept in a wierd position or maybe ... it was that half trip a few days earlier. But I knew the pain from several years ago. Sharp pain in my hip and butt that had derailed my first 2 attempts at CIM.<br /><br />Saturday I was feeling a bit worse but took an Motrin and left for my 16 mile run. I decided that if after 6 miles I still hurt, I would cut my run short and come home. Lo and behold, at mile 6, I felt GREAT! So I continued on. By mile 10 I was struggling to keep a 10 min/mile pace. My stomach was upset (from Motrin), My hip/butt hurt, and my knee hurt. <br /><br />I hobbled home having completed the 16 miles in 2:55. Lame. I emailed the sports medicine doc and quickly had an appointment for wednesday morning.<br /><br /><br /><em><strong>So the Good News:</strong></em>As I suspected I pulled a couple of glute muscles and that destabilized my hip, causing pain.<br /> <br />MD said things look REALLY GOOD for several reasons:<br /> <br />1. I haven’t seen her for almost 2 years. This bodes well for my prognosis.<br />2. My hips/leg muscles are EXTREMELY STRONG. <br />3. I came in very early before severe injury took place. She also said I was smart to not run since Saturday.<br />4. It is a minor “butt pull”. <br /><blockquote><em><strong><br />LET THE BUTT JOKES BEGIN!</strong></em></blockquote><br />I got a bunch of stretches/exercises and she is telling me to ICE until I turn into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_Miser">SNOW MISER.</a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMpnWYiZ0eFBly7Se8TbHIhWQfcLKNNkaR_1IURw6_OX8Wm9N8ONRc6i8tDJyB9itOSuZyxmOfcowEbXGsT6LUshBW7Xb0Iu693KOSkT7-aKvgz3hKbhI857VCWu38_pZ10yvdxbcQ1Qz/s1600/snow+miser.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMpnWYiZ0eFBly7Se8TbHIhWQfcLKNNkaR_1IURw6_OX8Wm9N8ONRc6i8tDJyB9itOSuZyxmOfcowEbXGsT6LUshBW7Xb0Iu693KOSkT7-aKvgz3hKbhI857VCWu38_pZ10yvdxbcQ1Qz/s400/snow+miser.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715431845642891730" /></a><br /><br />I am to take the rest of the week OFF of running and then test it early next week. I have Shamrockn' Half Marathon on March 11th so this injury is really cutting it close. <br /><br />On the home front, the impossible happened. RugRat #1 asked to move back in with us. She moved out from our home in a big huff 4 years ago. She was 15, a big btch at the time, and we had "RULES" at our house. Rules like she needed to do her homework and that she couldn't have a TV in her room. Husband and I were VERY upset that she elected to move in with her mom (husband's XW). After moving in with her mom, she was put on a 5150 hold, dropped out of high school and did nothing but sit on her mom's couch and play video games for 2 years. <br /><br />Honestly, I never thought that we would be able to forge a relationship with her. Slowly over time, things changed. She got her equivalency and started community college. She has been looking for a job. Some other things happened with her mom's living situation. All this time, husband and I were calm, collected and stable--<em><strong>BORING</strong></em> she would call us.<br /><br />Then, two weeks ago she talked to her dad and asked if she could move back in with us --she said she "got it" now that rules and structure are good things and that she needs it. <br /><br />We told her yes. Holy Hell. I was starting to think that with RugRat #2 being 17 that it would only be a couple of years until we would be empty nesters. Since she moved out we converted RugRat #1's old room into a "workout room" with treadmill, closet full of workout clothes and huge rubbermaid containers of cycling stuff. We had plans for RugRat #2's room too-- a music room that would include my cello, husband's drums, and the guitars. We will be moving all the sports stuff tonight and I suppose that the music room will need to wait too. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMVvlB67PlYPK5TgsvVI0DkfLCVx6kB6v7WoTVRpR6qCxFSM0XzYjb4aMZGeAMtG1KwGyt2hpW9U0q79pMcWNbYD420a5-kqUMhWdQYWvtYc0irJsygsRAuMxq6WGCoY0RWDpOqdxuhgl/s1600/cello.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMVvlB67PlYPK5TgsvVI0DkfLCVx6kB6v7WoTVRpR6qCxFSM0XzYjb4aMZGeAMtG1KwGyt2hpW9U0q79pMcWNbYD420a5-kqUMhWdQYWvtYc0irJsygsRAuMxq6WGCoY0RWDpOqdxuhgl/s400/cello.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715431843426044098" /></a><br /><br />Pfff... I am looking forward to it, as is her sister who has missed her terribly the last few years. I think it will be good for all of us to be a complete family again. Warts and all. <br /><br />But, I really liked having all my sports stuff together in one place too. :)<br /><br />And not to disappoint you all-- I didn't let a minor butt pull thwart my attempt and doing another marathon, so I went ahead and signed up for both <a href="http://thesfmarathon.com">San Francisco Marathon</a> (July 29th) and <a href="http://www.runcim.org">California International Marathon </a>(December 2nd). I KNOW that a vowed to never to SFM ever again, but I was pursuaded by my friends who smartly appealed to my <strike>cheapskateness</strike> thriftiness.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-59056845227066276942012-01-27T14:08:00.000-08:002012-01-27T15:06:22.659-08:00THE RULES<br />1. Post these rules.<br />2. You must post 11 random things about yourself.<br />3. Answer the questions set for you in their post.<br />4. Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.<br /><br />RANDOM THINGS<br />1. I wear a mouthguard OR retainers at night.<br />2. I now wear a wrist brace at night too. I'm dead sexy.<br />3. I think Dean Karnazes is a little blow-hard-ish.<br />4. I like making up new words like "Blow-hard-ish"<br />5. Crossfit scares me.<br />6. Things on my desk right now: 4 coffee cups, Curel lotion, hand sanitizer, neutrogena lotion, Trader Joes Organic Blue Agave Sweetener, phone, <em>Pillars of the Earth</em>, and lots of crumbs. And an unopened fortune cookie.<br />7.I am very indecisive.<br />8.I have 15 library books in the trunk of my car.<br />9.I like to cuss. A lot.<br />10. My current favorite "adult" beverage is kaluha and soymilk.<br />11. I make up secret nicknames for most people.<br /><br /><br /><strong>11 NEW QUESTIONS:</strong><br />1. Which movie/tv show/character most resembles your life? <em><strong>Modern Family</strong></em>. <br /><br />2. What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given? <em><strong>"Life isn't fair".</strong></em><br /><br />3. What was your ultimate dipshit moment (so far)?<em><strong> There are so many to chose from, but probably when I inadvertantly cussed out a teacher who was in a bathroom stall--I was in 6th grade.</strong></em><br /><br />4. Marry, f*ck or kill: choose either group – (a) Val Kilmer (current, not young version), Kevin Federline and Russell Brand; (b) Lindsay Lohan, Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton. <em><strong>I'd kill them all.</strong></em><br /><br />5. Which country would you most likely be arrested in and/or shot at and why? <em><strong>Probably afghanistan because I'm an outspoken female who doesn't like to be covered from head-to-toe in a black bag. And I don't like listening to what men say because they are usually wrong.</strong></em><br /><br />6. Which person (alive or dead) would you most want to bitchslap? <em><strong>See any from #4 above.</strong></em><br /><br />7. Which special talent or skill do you wish you had? <em><strong>The ability to not need any sleep.</strong></em><br /><br />8. Who or what would you consider to be your archenemy? This guy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkA7CJje82X0t4qphoc5_S0T1rxTe17zq3J5yDhg670o_3F4jLUhqgIcZIYGYQekX8ovldwUNtRXVGPbkkZCODP2IyKtZltfcQODCRdPbjvIw0l-P3bDroH9YOARlqvFhdwQxyS2akEdm/s1600/newt-shrute.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkA7CJje82X0t4qphoc5_S0T1rxTe17zq3J5yDhg670o_3F4jLUhqgIcZIYGYQekX8ovldwUNtRXVGPbkkZCODP2IyKtZltfcQODCRdPbjvIw0l-P3bDroH9YOARlqvFhdwQxyS2akEdm/s400/newt-shrute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702438581736829778" /></a><br /><br /><br />9. Pop or soda? <em><strong>What the heck is POP? Do you mean pop rocks? Soda of course.</strong></em><br /><br />10. What’s your favorite holiday? <strong>THANKSGIVING!!!</strong><br /><br />11. How would you prefer the apocalypse to go down? <em><strong>I prefer it takes all those who believe in the apocalypse. Those of us unbelievers, can stick around.</strong></em><em></em><br /><br />That's it for now. .. Every blog I read has already been tagged... So I won't be tagging anyone else. If i've missed you, consider yourself tagged.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-80698419448971429422012-01-18T13:03:00.000-08:002012-01-18T13:23:26.093-08:00Paula Deen: The Queen of Mean or just Obscene?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTImUAO7KnRZsoauubN0LXpVODNhKIDwRBaoZ6VmA1_edMPwvDIALbC-8NYKJkJeKqElhKa-yji2S5OElT7F9BFTiyQTP61BRnkbniw9kOxLO5Mep0RTkBxajoTeI-jrnL4R9Ig19pR1wL/s1600/paula-deen-eating-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTImUAO7KnRZsoauubN0LXpVODNhKIDwRBaoZ6VmA1_edMPwvDIALbC-8NYKJkJeKqElhKa-yji2S5OElT7F9BFTiyQTP61BRnkbniw9kOxLO5Mep0RTkBxajoTeI-jrnL4R9Ig19pR1wL/s400/paula-deen-eating-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699084515667395602" /></a><br />The recent news that Paula Deen, the Queen of southern cooking-- the woman who peddled deep fried butter-- has acquired Type II diabetes didn't come as a shock to me. I have watched her program once or twice. I saw her laugh and giggle as she made a breakfast burger out of donuts and meat. I was surprised that she didn't deep fry it. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsap4ZYVKsTNFwycqPecH3M5euVoDab4Vfa1aRjiIwkU_Z1AoYaaHrLhHzw5eDuyKuHHltnmwTLYgqe_fKuvhXoK9Tg9eL7WpaZxktOgwZApFhtnWQSZFeRP7d_hCzcR6ZlnmpEdiYSPX/s1600/paula-deen-and-guy-fieri-are-nothing-but-human-10895-1326493327-54.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsap4ZYVKsTNFwycqPecH3M5euVoDab4Vfa1aRjiIwkU_Z1AoYaaHrLhHzw5eDuyKuHHltnmwTLYgqe_fKuvhXoK9Tg9eL7WpaZxktOgwZApFhtnWQSZFeRP7d_hCzcR6ZlnmpEdiYSPX/s400/paula-deen-and-guy-fieri-are-nothing-but-human-10895-1326493327-54.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699084512416170194" /></a><br /><br />I don't care for her style of cooking, personally. It is unhealthy --full of fat, sugar and salt. But this is a free country and people are free to chose to eat what they want. And they do--even if it is garbage.<br /><br />The thing that gets me, is that she knew about her Diabetes for <em><strong>3 years </strong></em>and within that time, <strong><em>wrote and sold several cookbooks with the same unhealthy diet</em></strong>. In other words, she made money promoting the same food choices that led to her diagnosis. <br /><br />Now she is teaming up with a company to be their spokesperson for a new diabetes drug. That just seems, ICKY to me. It is as if she has no conscience. <br /><br />Promote grotesque food, acquire a disease that WILL SPEED UP YOUR DEMISE (sorry Paula, your pitch that "Diabetes isn't a death sentence" is inacurate. People with even well managed diabetes die an average of 15 years earlier), and then sign on to be the public face of a new drug for the ailment. Something is rotten in in Paula's Kitchen. Perhaps it is her colon?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimO91APdBL7zKohTqCnZlOnaV-Uodxb-Hm3DobYwPvHGYTpVA6DcrkqBtY3I7I02N2uOkBnubYE1SG8KMWYHpfn609oSes0SsRkmSwOCs-mgfHw433_-qB3NQf3HngGE26-Tu8jg3S79X/s1600/pauladeen5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimO91APdBL7zKohTqCnZlOnaV-Uodxb-Hm3DobYwPvHGYTpVA6DcrkqBtY3I7I02N2uOkBnubYE1SG8KMWYHpfn609oSes0SsRkmSwOCs-mgfHw433_-qB3NQf3HngGE26-Tu8jg3S79X/s400/pauladeen5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699084534845451410" /></a><br /><br />She is right when she says "practice moderation". But is deep frying butter really moderate? Really? Does anyone believe that? I'm not a "moderate" person by any means,and I've NEVER DEEP FRIED BUTTER.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTRx-_kO13sjSij1KqnhFlnAJK-BQYzHRLq1f7I7XyT1TDpr1gNy4q7Dya4vehiu90ygRLQRF4fltckxJloehVuRgBIz-z6uxecRWH4c60UVLF32CpyRVFuChFMel1BnrmlAHcONfVhTq/s1600/pauladeen9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTRx-_kO13sjSij1KqnhFlnAJK-BQYzHRLq1f7I7XyT1TDpr1gNy4q7Dya4vehiu90ygRLQRF4fltckxJloehVuRgBIz-z6uxecRWH4c60UVLF32CpyRVFuChFMel1BnrmlAHcONfVhTq/s400/pauladeen9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699084524762118290" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'm trying really hard not to be the food nazi here, but at what point does she take ownership of promoting such an idiotic food plan? Is she the devil as Anthony Bourdain says or is she simply a good capitalist who turned her "lemon" into "lemonade"? What do you think?Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-52494356320711763392012-01-16T17:15:00.000-08:002012-01-16T17:19:24.375-08:00Fear-based living<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnvTjB_oeB7pjpAgQDU55kF4ra2ZiskYZTYJiCp2WHM4UQvCq9LFgAdxX8HuBLkXk_MlKCLNffkK8Fu-PfLHm2SM4y0t8Xy25s-jPP3WGQeHkMwm_4nC-_7qa1JLTWVcxIV_YH8XK6odw/s1600/55309901643246518_ptoxxc8d_c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnvTjB_oeB7pjpAgQDU55kF4ra2ZiskYZTYJiCp2WHM4UQvCq9LFgAdxX8HuBLkXk_MlKCLNffkK8Fu-PfLHm2SM4y0t8Xy25s-jPP3WGQeHkMwm_4nC-_7qa1JLTWVcxIV_YH8XK6odw/s400/55309901643246518_ptoxxc8d_c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698399647041285602" /></a><br /><br />I'm still sad, confused and scared from the outcome of the story of Sherry Arnold. I didn't know her and in all likelihood never would have met her. Her death has had a profound effect on me though. After reading <a href="http://www.shutupandrun.net/2012/01/true-light.html">SUAR's post</a> and the news of Sherry's death I started to see the bad out there. I saw it everywhere. <a href="http://shutupandrun.net">SUAR</a> can concentrate on the good, but I was having a really hard time. I refused to go for my morning run, convinced that someone "bad" was out there. When I ran a short run in broad daylight, I had pepperspray in hand, ready to shoot it at anything that looked menacing. Basically, I was living in total fear.<br /><br />I hate violence against women. I abhor it to a degree that makes my blood pressure go up anytime I hear of a woman (or child) being hurt, maimed, killed, tortured by some asshole who has mommy issues. I don't know that my feelings are all that unusual, but I also have personally been a victim of violence directed at me--I was an easy target at the time; 5'2"; 90 lbs; and a need to try to "fix him" so he would "really love me." I know, totally stupid, but I was 19 and in love for the first time. For 5 years, I accepted the unacceptable hoping that THIS time things would be different. He would change or I would change enough that his temper would get better. I finally walked away with my dignity in shreds.<br /><br />I am not wanting to make this a post about "ME ME ME" but the news of Sherry struck a nerve. We were both the victims of violence and her death has unfortunately effected my day to day life. I no longer feel that I can simply run in my quiet neighborhood. I feel on edge. I feel that I must carry pepper spray, my GPS, my phone and maybe even a handgun. A little overboard, but I feel as if I am a target-- as if ALL women are targets simply because we carry two X-chromosomes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6vl8gP__9B9jbcQ9sTLHhlaDOTyjA7Efy5HGfS-PR7dOj2JC6UE7Gw2d2-Ny2MZFKzVC_qSixWl8n89ftaDOzE7yHOD8Xpy32b1qDyNg6S4azgOctp84fzL2kv3aCJVrA234KKkpv2zB/s1600/glock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6vl8gP__9B9jbcQ9sTLHhlaDOTyjA7Efy5HGfS-PR7dOj2JC6UE7Gw2d2-Ny2MZFKzVC_qSixWl8n89ftaDOzE7yHOD8Xpy32b1qDyNg6S4azgOctp84fzL2kv3aCJVrA234KKkpv2zB/s400/glock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698397522939641154" /></a><br /><br />When time came for my satuday run, I couldn't do it. It was broad daylight outside; 10 a.m. and chilly. I had the excuse of a sick child, but in reality it was difficult to motivate myself. Unlike several other bloggers, I am not brave. I didn't go out running. I stayed home and sulked.<br /><br />Sunday came and I tried to find an excuse to not run. I didn't want to leave RugRat#2 since she still wasn't feeling well. Husband was going out of town for a Crit (bike race) and would be gone all day. I ate my breakfast. I sat and looked at my shoes and running clothes. I was supposed to run 10 miles. I stared and contemplated my life, Sherry's life and how random violence against women could horribly effect generations of a family.<br /><br />Then something weird happened.<br /><br />I quit thinking and put on my running clothes and laced up my shoes. I got my IPOD, my GPS, my water and my MACE. And I went for a run.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsz7m6ST2yfFtfmeBIIApx_BLfgyjmf4oGU5ZRk4yv5kQcD5A20qoi31fQSNqBdHmFzDxCkRxnbq_Z9NfWDQhbNS-SNaGFbbRoz7w-9IwbwEtJedjx-u9dhvIZkXB31LFgFzwVXBva8Pmj/s1600/mace.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsz7m6ST2yfFtfmeBIIApx_BLfgyjmf4oGU5ZRk4yv5kQcD5A20qoi31fQSNqBdHmFzDxCkRxnbq_Z9NfWDQhbNS-SNaGFbbRoz7w-9IwbwEtJedjx-u9dhvIZkXB31LFgFzwVXBva8Pmj/s400/mace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698397520826108098" /></a><br />I won't pretend that I wasn't frightened, or that there was some sudden freak bravery that came my way; or that I was Forrest Gump trying to outrun the pain of Jenny leaving him. <br /><br />I ran because I didn't know what else to do. Running is who I am, and I would be damned if that was taken away from me because of idiots who happen to share the world with me. I had my MACE in my hand the whole time I ran. When my GPS read "5 miles" I did an extra half mile--I might say that I did it for Sherry-- but I did it for myself as well. I wanted to have 11 miles under my belt for the day. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxs_ukW4A53SrdgJ9-nO8Au2LDltA_ejlPnaolIfmzeCTlfX6vpgP2WNgj7L99aVGz7lJ4Vl3uFVAvmkbQ9L1NA9QF3Un1jPfnA32YLB739G9zZQu4d50hZsYoXw5fbnloqRBSPG9ufJ7-/s1600/mace2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxs_ukW4A53SrdgJ9-nO8Au2LDltA_ejlPnaolIfmzeCTlfX6vpgP2WNgj7L99aVGz7lJ4Vl3uFVAvmkbQ9L1NA9QF3Un1jPfnA32YLB739G9zZQu4d50hZsYoXw5fbnloqRBSPG9ufJ7-/s400/mace2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698397533437368450" /></a><br />Am I brave? No. Am I stubborn? Hell Yes. I will still run outside as much as possible. With trepedation and fear, but I will keep doing it, MACE in hand, 911 on speed dial of my fully charged phone. If I need to carry a handgun in my waist pack to feel safe and run, I will do it. But nobody is going to take away my ability to run. Nobody--not even myself. I won't let my own fear stop me. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0PbjGUgA56Bpt_U7tXpwAzGABeMc3jCkFUhyphenhyphenhyphenhyphen_rYPcHCCsMmlkalcu6j15BAmxc0s3-4qiSFqT13B1ZNLBv5TQDvt0Rwk_E7CEylV77eDheYPwSVelQ5heo9WoFEC-XO_g_HT6M6CcI/s1600/gun.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0PbjGUgA56Bpt_U7tXpwAzGABeMc3jCkFUhyphenhyphenhyphenhyphen_rYPcHCCsMmlkalcu6j15BAmxc0s3-4qiSFqT13B1ZNLBv5TQDvt0Rwk_E7CEylV77eDheYPwSVelQ5heo9WoFEC-XO_g_HT6M6CcI/s400/gun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698397522737761458" /></a><br /><br />One final note: Fuck those hillbilly asshole evil-doers that are hurting people. Fuck'em!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeepI5IsXiMyuq5TLun3-TFCzXXjnc5tSblI789vpov6sD29PRL8z3IZ6JLbiwd8lxxSvE7iBn_cNJKndSGs6Llw6H5e6JI1vxdrnEW3fnaSfCzFKOf_D1nYOa2AjK0ta_wYq4mJWmeHWw/s1600/romance-comics-humor-pig-love-hillbilly-demotivational-poster-1219427082.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 396px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeepI5IsXiMyuq5TLun3-TFCzXXjnc5tSblI789vpov6sD29PRL8z3IZ6JLbiwd8lxxSvE7iBn_cNJKndSGs6Llw6H5e6JI1vxdrnEW3fnaSfCzFKOf_D1nYOa2AjK0ta_wYq4mJWmeHWw/s400/romance-comics-humor-pig-love-hillbilly-demotivational-poster-1219427082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698402776556676706" /></a><br /><br /><em>This is my own personal reaction to the story of Sherry and I realize that it may be totally out of the ordinary for someone else.</em>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-73535592630773842392012-01-11T22:33:00.000-08:002012-01-11T22:35:19.391-08:00Had a shitty dayI had a shitty day today. <br /><em><strong>Sometimes there just aren't enough rocks.</strong></em>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-64441877082919198612012-01-10T13:20:00.000-08:002012-01-10T13:20:00.648-08:00Learning Every Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAIdXeCE-2o_yEaLh6dN3lu3xmBhZ4Zkac8ilrFRxalTl8Cmo9nNypOixbV0vs63DZCIRpvOyPFbdRQuRILAx3QlzQ-CIQpbkydKpFav0nBELtor8WvQ0bTuq1li56B01iBXfJzVz9e2i/s1600/image%255B23%255D.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAIdXeCE-2o_yEaLh6dN3lu3xmBhZ4Zkac8ilrFRxalTl8Cmo9nNypOixbV0vs63DZCIRpvOyPFbdRQuRILAx3QlzQ-CIQpbkydKpFav0nBELtor8WvQ0bTuq1li56B01iBXfJzVz9e2i/s400/image%255B23%255D.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696115753676478754" /></a><br />There are a lot of little rumblings going on in my head. Sad things, frightening things that occur in the world and I am trying to make sense of them while being thankful for the great life that I have. It's hard to balance ...<br /><br /><ul><li>I recently learned that two local race directors, Bob and Linda Mathis, who's race I did last year in Cool, were killed on December 30, 2011 while crossing the street. I spoke with each of them right before and after <a href="http://trikarentri.blogspot.com/2011/02/cool-trail-runs-not-pr.html">my race </a>and I was impressed with their love for the sport of trail running. Although I didn't know them in any way more than a passing conversation, I am so very sad for their passing. They had a respect and pure love of the sport that can't be faked.<br /><br /><li> As many of you have undoubtedly seen, Sherri Arnold has been missing since saturday morning in Montana. She left for her usual early morning run and hasn't been seen since. Only a running shoe has been found in a ditch nearby. The FBI has arrived and is continuing with the search for Sherri. I don't know her, but I am so sad for her family enduring such a horrific ordeal. <br /><br />I am hoping that Sherri is found safe and sound, and that the Mathis family has some peace after such a horrible event.<br /><br /><br />--K<br /></ul>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-49745499952173509372012-01-05T14:05:00.000-08:002012-01-05T14:40:12.376-08:00There will be no resolutionsI try not to indulge in resolutions. One could say that I resolve not to make resolutions but every year I mess up and after a couple of beers on Dec 31st I think, "No more fried foods! No more sugar! I'll do an Ironman this year!!"<br /><br /><ul><br /><li> This year, I made the same resolutions to eat healthier, yada yada.<br /><br /><li>I broke my first resolution on Jan 1 at 9 a.m. by making and eating stacks and stacks of pancakes.<br /><br /><li>I somehow got talked into pacing someone at <a href="http://ar50mile.com">AR50</a> –most likely the last 9 miles from rattlesnake bar to the finish. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzjgMgCmlYFBh-tudrhuDF9icZzw5bn8Wy2Mu4K90gYdpbAqpPadiBA9RpPqHDVi2cd5dB7pLLLkCuOyXzu04Etf5s4ulCx_M8sn2A2hvxrRZQMKAMfqamRp7H-mq6XlHUsrM_1AZXwyI/s1600/ar50.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzjgMgCmlYFBh-tudrhuDF9icZzw5bn8Wy2Mu4K90gYdpbAqpPadiBA9RpPqHDVi2cd5dB7pLLLkCuOyXzu04Etf5s4ulCx_M8sn2A2hvxrRZQMKAMfqamRp7H-mq6XlHUsrM_1AZXwyI/s400/ar50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694279058208454210" /></a> <strong><em>See that sudden incline at the very right of the grid--that's the part I'm supposed to help with.. Yeah I laughed at that too.</em></strong><br /><br /><li>I’m pretty sure I can’t manage to do the <a href="http://pasadenamarathon.org">Pasadena marathon </a>since it will cost me over $500 (flight/hotel/registration, etc)<br /><br /><li>The <a href="http://modestomarathon.com">Modesto Marathon</a> is too close (only 6 weeks) for me to feel that I can get ready adequately.<br /><br /><li>During my first track workout of the year, I felt every single piece of pecan pie, peach pie, apple pie, hot cocoa, bloody mary, and Mai Tai I’ve indulged in over the past few weeks. Every. Single. One. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3Ed4deXBQrSWjEFPS2PS8JxFvUMURn8srn_HdkoumVEuOQ3GeC4nEtqSdrMt3mqyOtdlrQEsxcFvgiSecpZBJ8oD3r0EDlWklb66RV-Op2GYj09s-WAeLEOoSfGx2-WUPbvsrK3L2PLw/s1600/maitai.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3Ed4deXBQrSWjEFPS2PS8JxFvUMURn8srn_HdkoumVEuOQ3GeC4nEtqSdrMt3mqyOtdlrQEsxcFvgiSecpZBJ8oD3r0EDlWklb66RV-Op2GYj09s-WAeLEOoSfGx2-WUPbvsrK3L2PLw/s400/maitai.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694274438863991218" /></a><br /><br /><li>I got on my bike twice this year already. I’ve got a 3rd and 4th ride planned.<br /><br /><li>I still haven’t swam despite a friends’ pleading that I do the <a href="http://auburntriathlon.com">Auburn Triathlon </a>on May 20th.<br /><br /><li>Because I was feeling lousy about the marathon issues above, husband came up with some hairbrained scheme for me to simply map out runs that are 26.2 miles long around our area and run those. He even said he would work as support crew for me. He suggested I try to do one in the immediate 5 county area—one in each county and then expand to include every county in California. Some people try to run marathons in all 50 states; I run in all 58 counties in california. Cute. I like to swing for the fences here folks...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mhfJSBirImU92dIxcqGlRkcMVBWhleptVf67DU4B56Unh_OAzJHRxSKAIgczWJKCgy9Awwl52ba05DKwyaX3xyeZ92VacHR76Bap9O-G8ULsrQxn_uqcRMAdZjCyscFN_z7MrYRw3ho-/s1600/california-county-map.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mhfJSBirImU92dIxcqGlRkcMVBWhleptVf67DU4B56Unh_OAzJHRxSKAIgczWJKCgy9Awwl52ba05DKwyaX3xyeZ92VacHR76Bap9O-G8ULsrQxn_uqcRMAdZjCyscFN_z7MrYRw3ho-/s400/california-county-map.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694273886492215810" /></a><br /><br /><li>I joined a new biking group. They seem awfully nice and supportive. <br /><br /><li>I am trying to keep craziness and crazy/emotionally sucking people out of my life, but they keep finding me. <br /><br /><li>This is because they are all in my family.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCw8441zStLR_z8Vyd9vW6xBxTcbQdRTRJ6dFPjQTi4BdplbuAwmV9DjYWcTGFP78Ng0eCsfO3Za2wJLYxZWdnee77Hhands14OhPtJGTF7vQHDeJgauf_r_np2CWPRz2zjRrc2x6Y9ICk/s1600/folksone2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCw8441zStLR_z8Vyd9vW6xBxTcbQdRTRJ6dFPjQTi4BdplbuAwmV9DjYWcTGFP78Ng0eCsfO3Za2wJLYxZWdnee77Hhands14OhPtJGTF7vQHDeJgauf_r_np2CWPRz2zjRrc2x6Y9ICk/s400/folksone2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694279065312712402" /></a><br /><br /><br /><li>I still don’t have a new phone since the <a href="http://trikarentri.blogspot.com/2011/12/maui-zowie-wowie.html">Mai Tai Incident in Hawaii</a>. Not sure if I want an Iphone 4S or if I should wait for the Iphone 5. Or should I just get a Motorola Droid Razr. Fk I don’t know.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2ub5-nkFtwrSGfQc8nepXAwCkOmDFmy3fjwFmWPKUdKs9K-LYCm6gZNRfMpppnKjO_O3bSnCe-4-1NgFT1Au79GIb4F11kAUKGuKQFGmOaIedeKfx_MEGhXtULuuRnzje-V0zeix9Z9M/s1600/amitai2.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2ub5-nkFtwrSGfQc8nepXAwCkOmDFmy3fjwFmWPKUdKs9K-LYCm6gZNRfMpppnKjO_O3bSnCe-4-1NgFT1Au79GIb4F11kAUKGuKQFGmOaIedeKfx_MEGhXtULuuRnzje-V0zeix9Z9M/s400/amitai2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694274440361517378" /></a><br /><br /><br /><li>RugRat#2 made a great vegan dinner from scratch the other day. She picked out the recipes herself, chopped all the veggies and got everything organized. It was the best meal I’ve eaten in a long time. Fettuccine with mushrooms/garlic and marsala wine sauce and Sicilian stuffed Tomatoes. Delish!<br /><br /><li>RugRat #2 and I participated in the <a href="http://jandjsportsproductions.com/results.html">Resolution Run </a>once again this year. She got 3rd in her age group (again) even though she puked during the run. I managed to move from AG 9th to AG 7th and PR’d on the course by about 1 minute. Hurray!<br /><br /><li>I still haven’t decided definitively on any races for the year. I am registered for <a href="http://shamrocknhalf.com">Shamrockn half marathon </a>and the <a href="http://superbowlrun.org">Superbowl Sunday 10k</a>. Other than that, everything is up in the air.<br /><br /><li>Running with Merrill Pace Gloves is fun but very very scary. I'm going to keep going with it though and see what happens. An interesting note is that I find that my regular ASICS running shoes feel like big heavy bricks on my feet and I keep stumbling when I wear those.<br /><br /></ul>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-73629672694046066992011-12-18T20:30:00.001-08:002011-12-18T20:56:15.820-08:00beware: Kool Aid drinker here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Buhb37RUzD2-f76brFJSsk2T3v4eilAwk1IxI2cWkSBcKqsI0QNLa5bh7w1Yfa8RrbiAq5py1MVLRPT_qlQI9jK_d3bicypLG9HE96ifRyXlNk2xtinFYNG0w6M5soFYKadEzdviIQXK/s1600/no-kool-aid.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Buhb37RUzD2-f76brFJSsk2T3v4eilAwk1IxI2cWkSBcKqsI0QNLa5bh7w1Yfa8RrbiAq5py1MVLRPT_qlQI9jK_d3bicypLG9HE96ifRyXlNk2xtinFYNG0w6M5soFYKadEzdviIQXK/s400/no-kool-aid.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687696618423817650" /></a><br /><br /><br />I drank the kool aid.<br /><br />I received the Merrill Pace Gloves as an early christmas present. I've walked around the house in them; ran through the house in them; ran through REI in them. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOL7_FpwRzbwchO4O8ElUIHp11KCVyD49aSTrDwRr3_Ah9-Acdgx1AgMmxqmxmiCR5nn1rkbly7FX2z_xKL30wyFMPZZiDzmbwkSM5lt9-Y25LK6p_Z5UHK66Gf_RMOIXYlsQYE9jqup2/s1600/Merrell-Pace-Glove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOL7_FpwRzbwchO4O8ElUIHp11KCVyD49aSTrDwRr3_Ah9-Acdgx1AgMmxqmxmiCR5nn1rkbly7FX2z_xKL30wyFMPZZiDzmbwkSM5lt9-Y25LK6p_Z5UHK66Gf_RMOIXYlsQYE9jqup2/s400/Merrell-Pace-Glove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687697878135554658" /></a><br />I'm scared.<br /><br />I'm scared because they feel really really good on my feet.<br /><br />Am I turning into one of <strong><em>them?</em></strong><br /><br />Those frog-feet, vibram wearers? I used to laugh at them. Ok, sometimes I still chuckle a bit. It just looks so funny. I read about the vibrams in an old <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-240-400--12828-0,00.html">Runner's World article written by Peter Sagal</a>. I laughed as I read the article. I smirked at frog-footed people on the bike trail. <br /><br />It just seemed so weird. So odd. So funny-looking.<br />I tried the darn vibrams a few times. My toes didn't fit right. And my bunion doesn't work in such tight un-adjustable shoes. I dismissed the whole "minimalist" shoe thing as a "fad". Afterall, if Vibrams didn't fit my feet how good could they be?<br /><br />Then I read <a href="http://nakedonsharppointystuff.blogspot.com/">Krista's blog</a> and I had a few friends run 50ks and 50 milers after training in Merrill's. <br /><br />And here I am wearing the non-frog footed equivalent--and the Merrill Pace gloves feel real good. Real. Good.<br /><br />I'm starting with only a half mile run in them tomorrow and I'll see what happens. Just don't call me <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/printer/1,7124,s6-240-400--12828-0,00.html">Lizard Lady.</a>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-45998125204641435772011-12-16T15:11:00.000-08:002011-12-16T15:21:45.518-08:00Maui Zowie WowieJust returned from a week in Maui. My first time there. Awesome weather, wonderful time.<br /><br />Highlights include:<br /><br />My first time snorkeling<br />Mai Tais<br />80 degree humid weather<br />Sitting by the pool<br />Sitting by the ocean<br />umbrelled drinks by the pool<br />Dropping my cellphone into the ocean within 3 hours of landing<br /><br />So now i'm in the market for a new phone. I haven't yet converted to a "smartphone". I'm still in "dumbfone" land. Not sure that I want a smartphone. And even if I were to get one, I don't know which one. Suggestions?<br /><br />I'm back to cold, dry weather here in NorCal. I ran 1 whole mile while in Maui so I should probably get back on the horse, especially if I want to do the <a href="http://www.jandjsportsproductions.com/page80.html">Resolution Run </a>on January 1st. <br /><br />I've decided to forgo a 50k for the time being. I feel that I need to get a few more marathons under my belt before I try for that goal.<br /><br />After the Resolution Run, i'll do a couple of local halfs and then I'm deciding between the <a href="http://www.modestomarathon.com/">Modesto Marathon </a>and the <a href="http://www.pasadenamarathon.org/">Pasadena Marathon</a>. <br /><br />Decisions.Decisions.<br /><br /><em><strong>Which would you prefer to do? Pasadena or Modesto? What smartphone do you have? Do you like it? Would you buy something else if you could ?</strong></em>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-12735166885180368192011-12-05T14:00:00.000-08:002011-12-05T19:25:42.585-08:00California International Marathon 2011 Race Recap<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciBAUab8dGATwsNejvDIJii_goL6kGxIGiImEuAZlIrhJj12mo5BNQsUy1d7U5lM9IgJ_lyEhd0Ayp1re7z2cjCYc2lo_XqOhnmWF1YWZn30yOgPZKH_V_zF_VgHM7YXTSjCI7h7tvbpZ/s1600/coldweather-run.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciBAUab8dGATwsNejvDIJii_goL6kGxIGiImEuAZlIrhJj12mo5BNQsUy1d7U5lM9IgJ_lyEhd0Ayp1re7z2cjCYc2lo_XqOhnmWF1YWZn30yOgPZKH_V_zF_VgHM7YXTSjCI7h7tvbpZ/s400/coldweather-run.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682764784775842514" /></a><br />Weather: Cold Cold Cold.<br /><br />I couldn't decide what to wear for days before hand. Rain? No rain. Cold? How cold? 31? 39? 40?<br /><br />I read on weather.com that it was supposed to be 39 degrees at the start, heating up to 59 by 11 a.m. Too hot for long sleeves. Then local news weather said <strong><em>30 degrees </em></strong>at the start only getting up to 45 by my finish time. <br /><br />What to wear? I couldn't decide. Long sleeve. Short sleeve. Long sleeve. Short sleeve with arm warmers. <br /><br />Finally I decided on race morning. Long sleeve with tank underneath. Hubby was to bring a short sleeve shirt/arm warmers with him just in case. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoewhRRBKBoZPNlg9y11NMbOPwDvSo6BAwxr0EvDO3LdJpBFBUoiaxhQuZ7kIhqSFLsvkMO1pfosE2lpWdkjtZRDL0KCHnGk4FWc2MCaiNDfGo2FmyiAulPQMQDjaf9i80X_M-SdvFnYnW/s1600/CIM+2011+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoewhRRBKBoZPNlg9y11NMbOPwDvSo6BAwxr0EvDO3LdJpBFBUoiaxhQuZ7kIhqSFLsvkMO1pfosE2lpWdkjtZRDL0KCHnGk4FWc2MCaiNDfGo2FmyiAulPQMQDjaf9i80X_M-SdvFnYnW/s400/CIM+2011+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682760793272868610" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-vJa5FMSjqVAGucbpTNw_lJmDoVozghimnTCWAGWqULOjwFHMskV6sGX32Xkv4IC4NwCV-3jmbQVxd9WWtANigh4ukLaARTOUeyFFO1W2MUGBh-O8EwuStii9UvkUtIAsKiefi_oY9ny/s1600/CIM+2011+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-vJa5FMSjqVAGucbpTNw_lJmDoVozghimnTCWAGWqULOjwFHMskV6sGX32Xkv4IC4NwCV-3jmbQVxd9WWtANigh4ukLaARTOUeyFFO1W2MUGBh-O8EwuStii9UvkUtIAsKiefi_oY9ny/s400/CIM+2011+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682760789004946786" /></a> <br /><strong><em><br />Pre race, Pre dawn pic. No that is not beer in the cup. It's my morning cup o' joe. </em></strong><br /><br />Turns out that I planned perfectly. It felt much colder than 39 at the start. Maybe 32 or so. And at about mile 3 or 4 it suddenly felt a lot colder. We went down a hill and the air WAS colder. I could feel it. And see it. I could see my breath suddenly as well as the breath of everyone else around me. <br /><br />I was well hydrated. I kept drinking because I didn't want to get dehydrated and slow down. I was TOO hydrated. Refilled waterbottle by mile 8.(<a href="http://www.fleetfeet-fairoaks.com/">Thanks FLEET FEET</a>!!!) I used the porta potty at mile 10. Saw my family for the first time at mile 12. Removed my undershirt/tank at mile 12.5.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeXPtu7JHZlVvLj6NaY6jSRDKH7EzMnSes_9RtHd4bYXFzCow5SYR-sjgg_MFbvVC9APQJbhyphenhyphenec2yj5hlAB0WUChFe2WorEI_6IXGKFNBoYo5vYmM9kp9CCggKl8m5w6dOwptqpUj5Xui/s1600/CIM+2011+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeXPtu7JHZlVvLj6NaY6jSRDKH7EzMnSes_9RtHd4bYXFzCow5SYR-sjgg_MFbvVC9APQJbhyphenhyphenec2yj5hlAB0WUChFe2WorEI_6IXGKFNBoYo5vYmM9kp9CCggKl8m5w6dOwptqpUj5Xui/s400/CIM+2011+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682760809802795346" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>If you are happy and you know it smile at the camera!!</strong></em><br /><br /><br />Stopped to pee again at mile 15. Refilled bottle again at mile 19 or so (<a href="http://www.breakoutracing.com/FolsomTrailRunners.htm">THANKS FOLSOM TRAIL RUNNERS</a>!!!)<br /><br />Busted through the wall at Mile 20. Saw 4 people cheering for me from my Triathlon group--yelling "GO Karen Go Karen!!!" Saw the family again at mile 21.5. Handed my handheld bottle to them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tTF3tplf0O_w5wh68VGQNMta-CXUcHRfSV70NErdBQNkR3ROq1EpVTYVMSE15L4NtPsXd84NLOmVP5fzGo8Kozfw2CLiAbFuJUBRFXANJBHcX9BVHtDl3Tl36ejQUgAkitxRvv57q8Lz/s1600/CIM+2011+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tTF3tplf0O_w5wh68VGQNMta-CXUcHRfSV70NErdBQNkR3ROq1EpVTYVMSE15L4NtPsXd84NLOmVP5fzGo8Kozfw2CLiAbFuJUBRFXANJBHcX9BVHtDl3Tl36ejQUgAkitxRvv57q8Lz/s400/CIM+2011+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682760938109629602" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVx4p4nU0Qo-R_qOeuZzW1ynOxE5BwtPcbPDYGofANZSmiJ4qA1CfKUAXUx72PrcyxnjaeYSHqjNGDWkTBOSjD8ww4f4gaEJ7XAsnAMsS_50QyOWQDFbmRIGk9-br1D-g7Ie2i3-35n3_H/s1600/CIM+2011+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVx4p4nU0Qo-R_qOeuZzW1ynOxE5BwtPcbPDYGofANZSmiJ4qA1CfKUAXUx72PrcyxnjaeYSHqjNGDWkTBOSjD8ww4f4gaEJ7XAsnAMsS_50QyOWQDFbmRIGk9-br1D-g7Ie2i3-35n3_H/s400/CIM+2011+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682760940628075618" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnij15cvSy2LvvuZji_RNgCi710u054T4-qZkiYvzNRoY9oeYLRrvuJX0tq_-vqtRBKwGHgrJfwGpQJ-oOcekdpKJOyoyCiGfpoMt4ZO1XYtEp-9U8roHt_zp85orKxJcbaYXqSRYTYYj/s1600/IMG957506.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnij15cvSy2LvvuZji_RNgCi710u054T4-qZkiYvzNRoY9oeYLRrvuJX0tq_-vqtRBKwGHgrJfwGpQJ-oOcekdpKJOyoyCiGfpoMt4ZO1XYtEp-9U8roHt_zp85orKxJcbaYXqSRYTYYj/s400/IMG957506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682850594472513282" /></a><br /><em><strong>One last drink from the handheld before the handoff to the family.I'm gonna get'er dun.</strong></em><br /><br />I tried to just keep running. No stopping and no walking. Just run and make relentless forward progress.<br /><br />Saw another friend at mile 22 and then saw my coach at mile 23. <br /><br />At mile 25, I selected my newest "power song" on my IPOD, "Stayin Alive" by the BeeGees and motored to the finish as fast as I could. I was passing people left and right.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV17CeyJuOAezkzJT9HPzCSasCSZHH6aKnwQC842fYopxmD6Ci_Px2ufN5D8g4t2uMG9dVgzoUEXoLIJhpURLx2EvYikH6z-Dqtnhuk2l-aIWvb5P9yO3xDaaKubi3ztHdyJWvXmH_8Jm2/s1600/CIM+2011+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV17CeyJuOAezkzJT9HPzCSasCSZHH6aKnwQC842fYopxmD6Ci_Px2ufN5D8g4t2uMG9dVgzoUEXoLIJhpURLx2EvYikH6z-Dqtnhuk2l-aIWvb5P9yO3xDaaKubi3ztHdyJWvXmH_8Jm2/s400/CIM+2011+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682760951913792290" /></a><br /><em><strong>I didn't even see or hear my husband yelling at me in this photo. My IPOD was dying and I had it cranked as loud as it would go so the last mile would go by fast!</strong></em><br /><br /> As I turned the final corner I saw my family behind the barricades yelling and screaming and jumping up and down. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQNBPcTojH2thnGgRoxnzLHVSikP7gHuvOi3xywbRsSjiKvFhAoCoODUEMWZsV9kp1Jp6BJMCc78hJ77pwEEbgjOddnRqWf0fLblKrxtEoLQ0FvbvtgYYeqM-Hh7T64VJi6R4JVzNE7b3/s1600/IMG952702.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQNBPcTojH2thnGgRoxnzLHVSikP7gHuvOi3xywbRsSjiKvFhAoCoODUEMWZsV9kp1Jp6BJMCc78hJ77pwEEbgjOddnRqWf0fLblKrxtEoLQ0FvbvtgYYeqM-Hh7T64VJi6R4JVzNE7b3/s400/IMG952702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682850566896552242" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The clock said 4:20. 20 minutes faster than last year. So very happy. Delirious. Medal. Cut off shoe tag that flapped against my foot for so long. Space blanket. Picture. Hugs and pics with family. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlV-6zO2Wx2U1x3TMcEUVzuF9Hc5v8y2F7ZvQIh-9AyEz8J0qKtWGirEad84rOhHyiidxMZ5Q6g1q3BJAo3AdDkeCLsjW0XZj-piODpUxvf2OfQuljHAdkGm48W_3WyMrxC3kJOJK52vo/s1600/CIM+2011+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlV-6zO2Wx2U1x3TMcEUVzuF9Hc5v8y2F7ZvQIh-9AyEz8J0qKtWGirEad84rOhHyiidxMZ5Q6g1q3BJAo3AdDkeCLsjW0XZj-piODpUxvf2OfQuljHAdkGm48W_3WyMrxC3kJOJK52vo/s400/CIM+2011+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682761102551608482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9k1IjEfxoXJwUdSYSYt4MpqqL4nWPya1A7hIRTV4_DFqBM7Zsp87yVZslOXRxigDtrLec8aY5JeUfuKO9Pgpt7xr_i_VaEYHByz2rd5D8d63NwazoU5dTjLmJ1hlEBN0uur-iZmyKtiGP/s1600/CIM+2011+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9k1IjEfxoXJwUdSYSYt4MpqqL4nWPya1A7hIRTV4_DFqBM7Zsp87yVZslOXRxigDtrLec8aY5JeUfuKO9Pgpt7xr_i_VaEYHByz2rd5D8d63NwazoU5dTjLmJ1hlEBN0uur-iZmyKtiGP/s400/CIM+2011+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682761096423488770" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>Yes I am on the phone. I'm talking to my mom who was too sick to make it to the race</strong></em>.<br /><br />5 block walk to the car. Rest.Eat.Sleep.<br /><br />Later that evening: Roaring fire, Beer, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek_(film)">Star Trek Movie </a>on Netflix and husband rubbing my sore calves and feet. <br /><br />What's next? Register for lottery for <a href="http://WTC50k.com">Way Too Cool 50k</a>.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-21262503808193613732011-12-04T15:25:00.000-08:002011-12-04T15:29:49.805-08:00CIM 2011-- A PR!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOow1Aa90NNQn9SekmUngsC_SJRcj4e5GaG1tXFbNA6Tj1Sw4kPhV10sNcONy2sTieDY0zPcD9W2rXyb62XjR5KMrNdSVciEMlRYUTxjFf3oPHwRXznArhPWSYbZwXgIaUYihyHKPWmyk/s1600/CIM+2011+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOow1Aa90NNQn9SekmUngsC_SJRcj4e5GaG1tXFbNA6Tj1Sw4kPhV10sNcONy2sTieDY0zPcD9W2rXyb62XjR5KMrNdSVciEMlRYUTxjFf3oPHwRXznArhPWSYbZwXgIaUYihyHKPWmyk/s400/CIM+2011+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419125257252546" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbvFdvFqTLzsNq9rlO-kBX13miDBEXaaW8CqI11GWyGy2fooxxgMJi_CNVteL56br2ob1HKqFoJbElQLcRcp_3Olt7U8L3C1uIJX1W9zwUtCM2p5SV0qPZp6ygbjygsWRJlp6ObkIpjHt/s1600/CIM+2011+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbvFdvFqTLzsNq9rlO-kBX13miDBEXaaW8CqI11GWyGy2fooxxgMJi_CNVteL56br2ob1HKqFoJbElQLcRcp_3Olt7U8L3C1uIJX1W9zwUtCM2p5SV0qPZp6ygbjygsWRJlp6ObkIpjHt/s400/CIM+2011+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419131654723506" /></a><br /><br />Quick recap--race report to follow.<br /><br />Gun Time: 4:20<br />Chip Time: 4:17<br />Actual Running Time: 4:12.<br /><br />Last year CIM Chip time was 4:37--<br /><br />20 minute PR!!Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161022471916649706.post-72854506078401721952011-12-01T13:00:00.000-08:002011-12-01T13:52:44.702-08:00I'm not a runner, am I?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPSFUD42xqGq_EoSSLU_6LSS_RT_Y7iuvjqxJJkeHttabqAD1ORTB7_ZIxw-tPuwNJFgOabj0isPtKsij7N7bHkXbptmMvDiGiHRaCXRYXTsx8PyQ9rEE2nFh6v4t-BOcFwz3gOa184v1/s1600/RunnersWorld_June_2010_Cove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPSFUD42xqGq_EoSSLU_6LSS_RT_Y7iuvjqxJJkeHttabqAD1ORTB7_ZIxw-tPuwNJFgOabj0isPtKsij7N7bHkXbptmMvDiGiHRaCXRYXTsx8PyQ9rEE2nFh6v4t-BOcFwz3gOa184v1/s400/RunnersWorld_June_2010_Cove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681259221941390658" /></a><br />I had a conversation with one of my running friends recently that was very enlightening. It started when a somewhat out of shape co-worker made a comment about me --that I am one of those , "Crazy runners"... I immediately told him, "no i'm not a runner." I reiterated this conversation with my running friends who said, "of course you are a runner!" To me, a REAL runner is someone else. When I first started back running, runners were:<br /><br />People who raced.<br />People who ran 5ks<br />People who did 10ks (that was so far!)<br />People who ran half marathons!<br />People who finished a marathon<br />People who ran fast 5ks<br />People who did ultraraces.<br />People who ran FAST 10ks.<br />etc. etc.<br /><br />You see where I am going. The bar keeps moving for me. I've raced; I've done 5ks, 10ks, half marathons, marathons, I've PRd at each of those distances later. But I still don't consider myself a runner which is completely rediculous. I am about to embark on my 3rd marathon within a year-- Why don't I think I fit the moniker of "runner"? <br /><br />I think there may be a lot of women who perhaps got into running (or got back into running) in their 30s or 40s and view "RUNNERS" as people who qualify for the olympic trials or who run BQs at every race. Pitted against that "ideal" then very few of us are actually runners. That is so dumb. Of course we are runners. We run. <em>We may not look like the crazy skinny freaks below, but we run.</em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJR-HRRdwzzOt3qpoaDl2FS3lLLyx_rSD4g0cwDQQ8-FCHzeAICEY3Begz9z9iwef9ZG_8ouzz0kKZ6PZ1NBshnFQNNv6l7-HERNTGe98fcjwHyEEQDcY0Dffc7MJoTaPwonnb1oBTt91/s1600/olympic-trials.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJR-HRRdwzzOt3qpoaDl2FS3lLLyx_rSD4g0cwDQQ8-FCHzeAICEY3Begz9z9iwef9ZG_8ouzz0kKZ6PZ1NBshnFQNNv6l7-HERNTGe98fcjwHyEEQDcY0Dffc7MJoTaPwonnb1oBTt91/s400/olympic-trials.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681259865831728114" /></a> <br /><br />We run, jog, waddle, sprint, huff and we puff. We keep moving forward. Sometimes we are fast, sometimes not. Sometimes a screaming kid, or a grumpy co-parent/partner makes us want to throw our hands in the air and give up running. Other times is pushes us out the door for a run.<br /><br />In any case-- I am a runner. There. I said it. I am a runner.<br /><br /><br />This weekend I will be doing my 3rd Marathon. In a year. I did CIM last year (December 5th); and SF Marathon (July 31st); December 4th CIM will happen again so I guess that technically makes 3 marathons within one year? Wow. Ok, I am a runner. Really. Wow.<br /><br />I'm at a crossroads in terms of my training for next year. I feel so good about my gains in endurance and speed I am wondering if I should try for some PRs again next year in the half marathon, marathon and 10k distances. <br /><br />Or I could register for the lottery for an <a href="http://wtc50k.com">ultrarun</a> in Cool, California. <br /><br />I haven't yet decided which direction I want to take. Ultrarun or faster?<br />A part of me feels that I need to get a few more marathons under my belt before I attempt an ultra. But then again, I feel like I am in really good form so maybe I should strike while the iron is hot (so to speak). <br /><br />I'll worry about it after this sunday. Weather is supposed to be clear and cold (37) at the start warming to 50 by the noon. Perfect day!Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027443290806051087noreply@blogger.com3