tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83578418634411984182024-03-05T02:55:56.573-08:00Putting myself out there.....Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-13823701364282911252012-07-08T23:43:00.002-07:002012-07-08T23:43:35.807-07:00Hello???!! (Echo, echo, echo,.....) Anybody out there??Wow! What a trip down memory lane. It's been over a year since I clicked on my own blog. Sad-yet True. Fun to read comments from all my old blogging buddies. <br />
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Is anybody still reading this thing? <br />
If you are--know that I love you and think you are awesome!<br />
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Maybe I'll get back in to blogging....we shall see.<br />
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Take Care,<br />
AdrienneAdriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-41568740531715049502011-07-08T20:06:00.000-07:002011-07-09T07:01:46.544-07:00"Let's face it, I'm hotter than you!"<div style="text-align: center;">If your not a Twilight fan and haven't seen the movies the above quote will not make any sense to you at all but trust me it is HILARIOUS. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So this dude is a wolf and his temperature runs hot, vampires body temperature is cold so that's why he says to Edward the vampire.<br />
"Let's face it I'm hotter than you"</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">SWIM TEAM has taken over our lives the last few months but it has been a ton of fun. Waking up early every morning and sitting out in the blazing sun for an hour then returning in the evening twice a week to once again sit in the blazing sun for another 2 hours. I LOVE IT! Actually 118 degrees doesn't even seem hot anymore. It is completely normal now. My 11 year old feels a little differently though. I think his exact quote was. "I wish somebody made human size coolers with windows on the side so we could just get in them and watch the meet from there." Kids these days are so soft.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">So other than swim team we have been trying to take this summer by storm and fit in as much fun as possible. We work hard and we play harder.</div><br />
Here is a quick rundown:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> My friend Molly (on the left) lives in Nashville and her husband is a dentist for the US Army and was deployed to Iraq for several months so my friend Kate (on the right) who lives in Utah and myself headed to Nashville to visit. We have been friends since 9th grade. It was so much fun to be together and we took in a few sites. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWe0YT66UtZumzjOpWNypbt2UtvNvQ0qak0jPOHs5g-Mu-ZBR_L9wmdPjaDk4sxgY_tFdRPrVd-sDkzWcR5x3UvDmpIahCU6fkDcqKGuPfaR55ICWHQylMQJY3FuWBD2cwKb19wM30IV0/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWe0YT66UtZumzjOpWNypbt2UtvNvQ0qak0jPOHs5g-Mu-ZBR_L9wmdPjaDk4sxgY_tFdRPrVd-sDkzWcR5x3UvDmpIahCU6fkDcqKGuPfaR55ICWHQylMQJY3FuWBD2cwKb19wM30IV0/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Have you ever noticed that airports have the coolest stuff. I took this picture of these two books that were side by side in one of the Chicago airport shops. Which book would you choose for your flight? Which one do you think I bought? * </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCrojx-vHFE623de5QnHBwus5SYQPPzj99pPJ3KfeOqZuvlJ4md7P4hPDLO6REclczwsPXSWrzNZZqouPe2lPOZkFcxIDc8fVsaodwrazPpwuRs-iui1znT_Z6vmW8yidy115KsrB7eQ/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCrojx-vHFE623de5QnHBwus5SYQPPzj99pPJ3KfeOqZuvlJ4md7P4hPDLO6REclczwsPXSWrzNZZqouPe2lPOZkFcxIDc8fVsaodwrazPpwuRs-iui1znT_Z6vmW8yidy115KsrB7eQ/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" width="386" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is a picture of the toilet in the Chicago Airport. Has anyone ever seen one of these before? In my opinion this is THE BEST INVENTION EVER!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6wDBXhqWtuCyg6fdymJ6mrQw4z_AiMrshYfoqI3v08VSiST0OId8gEMr5osvMyX1vx3if96HoBWib61tndXrSYjnb4FUN9_Mss4Ki-0Ww_Us8uFhJqftW1f_4zM3_5ReyEFHLtXlv0w/s1600/IMG_0500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6wDBXhqWtuCyg6fdymJ6mrQw4z_AiMrshYfoqI3v08VSiST0OId8gEMr5osvMyX1vx3if96HoBWib61tndXrSYjnb4FUN9_Mss4Ki-0Ww_Us8uFhJqftW1f_4zM3_5ReyEFHLtXlv0w/s400/IMG_0500.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here are instructions on how to use it in case you didn't buy the "how do successful people think" book and you are not sure what to do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7snvRI_ZvpP0ar2wcVCBdGR25quBVABvK8dnEyE8Z8yhgkdRGVCr99yYVb3RpvuA4HKO1XRP_PzJ2kaihg7kCbQepY8IN0a3MBpAY0px9w9w5qnLc3dqLNgH6n4PbcnCtiJ1cbGaYiD4/s1600/IMG_0501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7snvRI_ZvpP0ar2wcVCBdGR25quBVABvK8dnEyE8Z8yhgkdRGVCr99yYVb3RpvuA4HKO1XRP_PzJ2kaihg7kCbQepY8IN0a3MBpAY0px9w9w5qnLc3dqLNgH6n4PbcnCtiJ1cbGaYiD4/s400/IMG_0501.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Since Nashville we have had a few Birthday parties! Dayton turned 9 years old and we had a pool party to celebrate.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sadie getting ready to do a few laps.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday boy Dayton opening up his loot.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We have had a ton of visitors this summer which has been a vacation in itself. My sister's family came for a week. My friend Kate and her family came for a few days, my parents came for a week and some of our great friends from Colorado, the Stewarts came for a couple of days. I was a slacker and didn't take very many pictures. I guess I was too busy having fun. Here are a few.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking my nieces and nephew hiking at Thunderbird State Park, AZ</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is probably not a good thing that a Yogurtology opened up right down the street from us. Reece's concoctions are always the most costly. He can handle the calories though so no worries.</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwC7NJLPWIKGixvbt-Wq-eViLFiBpDuscx7SbnMTavijbIo0JOgyFou1ERV-Px-6T59DKxPEZntQO5YPRXyw-yW9QGMP6bQgDSjimElNMTO5v8PyTYb3JySoj9EgD0-gPIrcAsHebek-E/s1600/P4133176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwC7NJLPWIKGixvbt-Wq-eViLFiBpDuscx7SbnMTavijbIo0JOgyFou1ERV-Px-6T59DKxPEZntQO5YPRXyw-yW9QGMP6bQgDSjimElNMTO5v8PyTYb3JySoj9EgD0-gPIrcAsHebek-E/s400/P4133176.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> My kids have been having fun playing with the trucks old tires. We aren't white trash at all I promise. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEPxth11oKNFgViQrdX8i4Walhj8zUxXf06nhQXhQSvzVA_ljbxEsmcGWHfO90lE9QWKeMbk8I0eVc8D6asovI-YR_XwIe6M34C4XV1t5PnjVN6ahmpxufVsL_AZjp104sDGTjAl9kcg/s1600/P6093339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEPxth11oKNFgViQrdX8i4Walhj8zUxXf06nhQXhQSvzVA_ljbxEsmcGWHfO90lE9QWKeMbk8I0eVc8D6asovI-YR_XwIe6M34C4XV1t5PnjVN6ahmpxufVsL_AZjp104sDGTjAl9kcg/s400/P6093339.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "Come on Reece, go down the ramp, you'll be totally fine!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOfobnYnZezruCrc4dxOWMJopqfT6bMcM0_6Sn5EsUOoIRSMEq23o2LGn9ZDV-iXGZ11yvGYwC8qUCV27eehuFuA8KgKN9O3YbxJUgUXcDVyr5z05iRygT6Uac7y8Y1gRV8tzwYF1Bnw/s1600/P6093354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOfobnYnZezruCrc4dxOWMJopqfT6bMcM0_6Sn5EsUOoIRSMEq23o2LGn9ZDV-iXGZ11yvGYwC8qUCV27eehuFuA8KgKN9O3YbxJUgUXcDVyr5z05iRygT6Uac7y8Y1gRV8tzwYF1Bnw/s400/P6093354.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After our mass of visitors left we made a visit of our own to Grandma's and Grandpa's in Utah. Again I sucked at taking pictures but we had tons of fun, 4 wheelin, sleepovers with cousins, riding horses with friends, visiting old stomping grounds and eating WAY too much food. (5 BBQ's in one week!! I cannot eat another hamburger)</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> A visit to Kennecott Copper mine in Utah. The trucks are HUGE. This is one of the tires , it only costs $25,000 and will last a whole year.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't really know why my kids are meditating inside a teepee at the Fremont Indian State Park in Utah. I guess they are just that zen.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Travis helping a friends kid aim and shoot and Dayton in the background shooting on a camping trip in the mountains up north in AZ.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots and lots of swimming to beat the heat.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all went to the Blake Shelton Concert for the 4th of July! So fun.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blake Shelton is hot! Go Miranda.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fireworks afterword were so great!!! I love the USA! (No offense Canadians--eh?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8__iwC_3sp47_u1E8f4YcadmYRrMMywJXDkiPRpspW5uSs64kyWKsOQyAiQmFWCW_jcBffOVeqRbOXhyNp56XnAb7uL8hBDI6NKf6gjPAItIR6mVu_SSaO5PHYu-lVy2mrC0hGGLb3g/s1600/thumb.php.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8__iwC_3sp47_u1E8f4YcadmYRrMMywJXDkiPRpspW5uSs64kyWKsOQyAiQmFWCW_jcBffOVeqRbOXhyNp56XnAb7uL8hBDI6NKf6gjPAItIR6mVu_SSaO5PHYu-lVy2mrC0hGGLb3g/s400/thumb.php.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I haven't been running too much in this heat but I have been going to my new/old gym Lifetime Fitness. I went to Lifetime when I lived in Colorado and LOVED it but there wasn't one close to me here in AZ. I tried some other, closer gyms (4 to be exact) over the past year and I didn't like any of them. I guess I'm a gym snob. So after being in AZ for over a year I decided not to try anymore gyms and return to Lifetime. It's a 20 minute drive but it's worth it. Am I crazy? How far are you willing to drive for a great workout? Are you a gym snob or do you hate gyms? I guess it boils down to the fact that I am not very self disciplined and I need others to make me <s>suffer</s> get a good workout. The Lifetime here in Scottsdale is pretty much the same as the one in Colorado but there are a lot more girls with fake boobs here in Scottsdale so I guess I'll have to put that on my list. As they say, "When in Rome....." Anyone have an extra 10k I can borrow for the new girls? Single guys should move here. You will not be disappointed. I'm not jealous of these hot chicks at all, <s>damn them,</s> they all seem very nice. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB70VhcLmRTVFXysfcKhyphenhyphenWjmpQCh0zq7MrZRGb126XpDJHXxDE3-jllNLChXS0J9qGC1jUNOnFmKnMEXA9Gejac2ulXu0UZSChHWvbEC_0wtBGDk5TQZwZq5Mep_1t-C7-M783r_najaA/s1600/128879228422178251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB70VhcLmRTVFXysfcKhyphenhyphenWjmpQCh0zq7MrZRGb126XpDJHXxDE3-jllNLChXS0J9qGC1jUNOnFmKnMEXA9Gejac2ulXu0UZSChHWvbEC_0wtBGDk5TQZwZq5Mep_1t-C7-M783r_najaA/s400/128879228422178251.jpg" width="336" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Most girls at the new gym look like this. Just change the hair color to your preference.<br />
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</tbody></table>I hope everyone is having as much fun this summer as I am. Keep up the blogging and tell me all about your adventures and running. I need the motivation. </div><div><br />
</div><div>*Of course I bought the Knock knock jokes book, Why would I need the other one, I already know what I think. </div><div><br />
</div><div> (Yes <a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/">Adam</a> I am copying your * thing you do. What are you going to do about it? That's what you get for running your SYTO 5k while I was out of town. :) Just teasing, I just like the * thing you do. Keep up the good work.)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Happy Running,</div><div>Adrienne</div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-8780611439963443222011-04-19T17:40:00.000-07:002011-04-19T17:40:37.174-07:00Pat Tillman Race Report<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pat Tillman is a local and national hero but I've realized since moving to Arizona that The Pat Tillman Race is sort of like "The Race to Run" if you live in the Phoenix area. Sort of like how the "Boulder Boulder" is the Race to run if you live near Denver. The short story on Pat Tillman is that he was a professional football player who was inspired to give up his career to join the armed forces after the 9/11 attacks on the USA. He joined the elite Army Ranger program and was deployed several times. Sadly he was killed by friendly fire and his death was "covered up" by the military. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pat Tillman (left) and his brother Kevin (right) both enlisted in the army after the 9/11 attacks.<br />
Pat played for the NFL (AZ Cardinals) and Kevin was drafted by the Anaheim Angels for baseball.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some things I learned about Pat Tillman that are less known are:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*He graduated from ASU with a 3.83 GPA in 3 1/2 years (impressive) in Business Marketing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*At one point in his NFL career he turned down a $9 Million dollar offer from the Rams out of loyalty to the Cardinals.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*He ran marathons and tri-athalons during the off season</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*When he decided to join the Army Rangers he asked his friend </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">J.R. Rosania (a professional trainer/tri athlete) to train him and help him prepare for war. He was also planning on competing in his first Ironman (Hawaii) when he returned from his last deployment in Afghanistan. Of course he didn't make it back. J.R. Rosania dedicated his Hawaii Ironman race to his friend and wore his Cardinal #40 in the race in Pat's honor. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*One thing I found particularly interesting especially since I am very active in my religion as a mormon is that Pat had read the Bible, Qur'an, and The Book of Mormon but was an atheist. *He was 27 when he died. I don't know about you but I don't know a lot of 27 year old football players sitting around reading the Qur'an.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*His widow Marie was his high school sweetheart. Friends have said that before Pat was killed they would have said he was the stronger person in the relationship. Afterward they changed their mind and said that she was the stronger person. From what I have read about her she seems to be a quiet, private, behind the scenes type of person and sometimes that is perceived as weakness. Obviously that is not true.</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I realize these pictures are super exciting. They were taken quickly before we headed out to the race.</td></tr>
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I was wishing I had stuck with my usual tank top.</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The morning started off well enough except the fact that we underestimated how long it would take us to park and get to the starting line with a crowd that size. We ended up parking 1.5 miles away from the start line. We both had to go to the bathroom and we had about 20 minutes until start time so we ran from the car to the start for a lovely 1.5 mile warmup. About a mile more than I usually warm up. :) We ditched each other before we even made it to the start because Travis was starting in corral 1 and I was in 9 so he was anxious not to be late to the start. I think his Facebook status best describes his start.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He forgot to mention in his update that he jumped over the gate into the 1st corral winning him lovely looks from the other runners. (I told you he would find a way)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Travis ran the Pat Tillman last year with a time of 25:15 so his goal this year was to get in under 25 minutes, beat all the girls (last year 3 beat him but he didn't know this because they started after him so their chip time was faster but they weren't "ahead" of him during the race) and have a less than 6 minute pace. His official time for 2011 was 24:59! Goal achieved with 1 second to spare. Pace 5:56. Goal Achieved. Overall place was 64 and this year their were 6 girls that whooped him!! Too bad buddy. :)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had plenty of time for a potty break and afterwards I got in line at the very back of corral 9. And we were off. Actually corral one was off and we followed about 10 minutes later. As we were running the group I was in was slower than what I wanted to be running. They were at a steady 11 minute pace. I kept thinking that at any second the crowd would thin a bit and I could make my way around them and pick up my speed. It never thinned. So I spent the next mile weaving my way in and out, around, over and through people. It was really annoying. At one point I turned sideways to get through the 10 across group that decided to stop and walk after the first mile. Walking is fine but why do you line up in a running corral if you are going to walk? I don't get it. I was on the right hand side of the crowd and there was a water stop at <b>mile one</b> on the right. I don't normally drink water in a race this short but everyone else apparently does because once they saw the water stop they all charged across right in front of me and bombarded the water stop. Awesome! </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Mile 2</b> a dude jetted right in front of me and then puked! Super Awesome. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Mile 3</b> was pretty cool where a pack of army dudes were chanting and that was fun up until one of them took out one of those orange construction barrier things because he "didn't see it" then yelled up at his army buddies that they should have told him about it. Good thing it wasn't a cliff. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Mile 4</b> I thought "I'm just going to salvage this race and run as fast as I can into the stadium" So I pick up the pace and start my kick and a 12 year old literally steps on the back of my shoes and I do the arm thing to keep myself from falling over. So at that point I just give up and fall into step with the other masses where we shuffle across the finish line. I had a soft goal of coming in under 40 minutes knowing it was going to be crowded and I just wanted to see what it was like to run with a mass crowd in a race. I thought this goal had a lot of wiggle room but I crossed in 43 minutes. This tells me I definitely don't know how to run very well in crowds. I think a lot of energy was lost running to the start line and also darting in and out of people. The beginning of races are always stressful to me because of the crowd but then when it thins out I settle down. The fact that it never thinned out was not a good thing for me. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The finish line was very anti climatic. They had the ASU football players lining the chute to the finish line but they were just standing there not cheering or anything...LAME. And then once you crossed the finish line it was all business of people continuing to "move you along" to make room for the people still coming in. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I found Travis, we walked out, grabbed some Powerade and a banana. Walked through the expo and then we decided we better head out because our oldest son was watching the other kids at home. We ran the mile and a half back to the car together and that was probably my favorite part of the race. We headed home and on with the day. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I realize this race report sounds negative. I think the problem is that the race didn't meet my expectations. My expectations were likely off. I will run this race again but maybe this would be a good one to do with kids where I'm not trying to necessarily "run" but just enjoy the event. I know it is possible to run fast in a race like this because Travis did it and Jeff over at <a href="http://jeffg-runningthroughphoenix.blogspot.com/">Running Through Phoenix</a> PR'd and lots of my other friends did just fine so I guess it's just me. I just need to figure out how to run more efficiently during this type of event. I also realized (I think I already knew) that I enjoy running to "escape" the craziness of life and have some "me" time so running with this many other people doesn't really fit into why I enjoy running. Lots to learn. Lot's to learn. And so the story goes. </span></span><br />
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Just teasing, full race report some time Sunday.<br />
Race was at least interesting if nothing else.<br />
Stay tuned.<br />
Happy Running and Good luck to my friends running Ragnar, Boston and other Races this weekend!<br />
Love you people!<br />
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AdrienneAdriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-56279781239471464012011-04-11T11:12:00.000-07:002011-04-11T11:13:51.201-07:00Keepin it RealA few weeks ago Travis and I just happen to be going for a run at the same time so I asked him if he wanted to run with me.<br />
<div>His reply.........<br />
<div>and I quote..... </div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"No"</span></b></div><div>12 years later, the Honeymoon is over.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>This morning I got an email from the people from the <a href="http://www.pattillmanfoundation.org/pats-run/">Pat Tillman Run Race </a>that Travis and I will be participating in this weekend.</div><div>It was an email telling us what are bib # is and what corral we will start from. <br />
So my bib # is 7342. </div><div>Travis's bib # is 538. </div><div>So immediately I started wondering what this all means. I've never run in a "Big" race before. The Pat Tillman is expecting 30,000 people. That is more than a little nuts in my book. </div><div>Anyway back to the analyzing of the bib #'s. </div><div><br />
</div><div>First thing I thought is my bib # is much higher than Travis's so I'm guessing that shows that I am a much slower runner than him. Not news to me. I registered myself way before I registered him so I know it's not assigned by order of registration. </div><div>Although receiving this # doesn't really bother me one way or another does a specific bib # bother anyone out there? Especially if you are running with friends and they have a lower #? Just curious.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The second thing I thought of was that although Travis's # is much lower than mine at #538, does this mean that their are 537 people registered that expect to run faster than him? Seems that way to me. Last year Travis ran this race and placed 72 overall. So unless there are some much faster runners this year I am thinking I must have screwed up his race time when I registered him for this race. Hopefully he will be in the 1st starting corral. </div><div>But if not than.......</div><div>You know what they say......</div><div><br />
</div><div>Karma's a B*tch! What goes around comes around buddy! Next time I ask if you want to run with me you say YES! </div><div><br />
</div><div>If you've been following me for a bit you know I'm totally teasing. We all know if Travis isn't in the first corral he will find a way to push, shove, cheat and weasel his way up there and he will be just fine. I say all this about him with love. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Hopefully I'll see some of you out there this weekend!</div><div>Happy Running,</div><div>Adrienne</div></div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-42786181739963335642011-03-25T04:00:00.000-07:002011-03-25T04:00:20.652-07:00Do you know what the running blog world needs?.........<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">More filler posts</span></b><br />
(This one is dedicated to you Kovas)<br />
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Presenting My ABC's of me. Like Patrick says. Complete Narcissism.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>A) Age:</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"> 34</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Travis makes me take Jasper on night runs and Jasper makes me run faster so I guess it's a good thing. Too bad he is a total wuss and only looks fierce!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"><br />
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Jim Carey: "What are the chances of you and me getting together?"<br />
Girl: "One in a million" <br />
Jim Carey: "So your saying I have a chance!"</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><b>(R) Right or Left Handed:</b> Right</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><b>(S) Siblings:</b> 5 total 3 brothers, 2 sisters. I'm #4 in the line up.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><b>(T) What time do you get up?</b> In the morning? Or in the middle of the night? Morning around 7:30 am. Night around 1 or 2 am.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><b>(U) Underwear:</b> Every day</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">(<b>V) Vegetable You Dislike:</b> ?? I like most if they are prepared correctly.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><b>(W) What Makes You Run Late:</b> Sadie (2 year old) stripping down naked 2 minutes before we are heading out the door. It's her new thing. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><b>(X) X-Rays You've Had Done:</b> Teeth, hand, back, knee.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><b>(Y) Yummy Food You Make:</b> Key lime pie, sesame chicken.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>(Z) Zoo, Favorite Animal: </b>The gorillas that eat their poop, it's super gross yet mesmerizing at the same time.</span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And I'm WAY WAY WAY overdue with a huge THANK YOU to <a href="http://ihaverun.blogspot.com/">Candice</a>, over at I have Run, for my new Runnerd Sticker. I have a place at my desk with all my folders and sadly my running folder wasn't even labeled? No longer. Perfect spot for it. Thanks girl!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You have 20+ people coming over to your house for book club at 7 pm and a small feast to prepare for them and you head out your door for a "quick" 4 miler around 5:15 pm with a disaster mess of a house and having cooked NOTHING yet. Get home, quick shower, quick hair, speed (in car) to the store, (leaving husband and kids to clean) buy a bunch of stuff that looks like you made it, speed home (arrive at 7:15) throw all the stuff on "pretty" plates and stash all the store containers in the pantry closet. Later the ladies are asking for recipes and you let them know you'll email them to them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Another BIG Thank you to RIO over at <a href="http://hernameisrioandsheruns.blogspot.com/">Her name is Rio and She Runs</a> for my new <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">RUN</span></b> magnet. How cool is this. I havent' found the perfect spot for it yet so it's still a work in progress. First I wanted to put in on my fridge but I have one of those fake stainless steel front fridges so magnets don't work on it. ANNOYING! So I ended up sticking it on my oven? </span><br />
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This morning I posted a long post after a long break and am happy to get all that out of my system. Of course just blogging about it doesn't make everything magically better but RUNNING DOES! <br />
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Have you ever used running as therapy before? <br />
Running is my #1 therapy. Chocolate and Diet Coke #2.<br />
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I got to the gym and jumped on the treadmill and started in on what was to be a 5 mile run at at 9:45-9:55 pace. Well the 9:40 pace was not cutting it. Too much adrenaline that needed to get out. I moved it up to a 9:20 pace a few miles in. Still not working. Moved it to a 9:00 mile pace at around mile 3. Nothing happening. So at mile 4 I cranked the treadmill up to a 8:34 pace. I've never run this fast before but finished out the last mile at a new mile PR of 8:34! YAY for ANGER! <br />
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Have you ever felt an emotion so strongly that you felt like you could run and run and run forever? <br />
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The only thing missing from my run was that it was inside on a treadmill and should have been outside in the pouring rain or up the side of a mountain. For just a few brief moments I felt "Dean like"<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRDTeXCR3qbqF-hlLoDt0KOqIYE6OnhClryeP7LveYsK8y8fjdDb98ruWId-qRTG4Fe9B_WTotlGfrRb4WFnp6FCh9Fm74z5c9cO8g8NAeWWRjkso8ap7db7ooa7x2aFMpuRrVVh6V_g/s1600/running_in_the_rain_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRDTeXCR3qbqF-hlLoDt0KOqIYE6OnhClryeP7LveYsK8y8fjdDb98ruWId-qRTG4Fe9B_WTotlGfrRb4WFnp6FCh9Fm74z5c9cO8g8NAeWWRjkso8ap7db7ooa7x2aFMpuRrVVh6V_g/s400/running_in_the_rain_l.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have you guys been following Dean? Seriously so inspiring! As of today he has run 1259.39 miles in his Run Across America Challenge that he is doing in order to raise money to fight Obesity in Children. Don't know what I'm talking about? Get out from under the rock you have been living under and check out the info <a href="http://www.dadt.com/live/special/runacrossamerica/map/index.html">here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I was actually registered to "Run with Dean" while he was here in Arizona for one of his 5k's he was doing. The registration fee was a whopping $50 which is pretty steep in my book for a 5K but I felt like it was one of those "experiences" that was worth it. Unfortunately with the "drama" that is currently swirling around me I chose to bail on it at the last minute. I could give you a list of excuses but truth is I should have just sucked it up and gone anyway but instead I chose to stay in bed crying like a sissy. Dean wakes up and runs 40-50 miles a day and I couldn't even get out of bed for a measly 3 miles. Old habits die hard. My friend Christina has a quote on her blog that I think is great. It says "You never regret the runs you do just the ones you don't do." So true. Good news is my $50 registration fee went towards the charity so I'm happy with that. I won't give my power away and miss out again. Lesson learned. My next run is the local Pat Tilman 4.2 miler in a few weeks, time to get ready!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After running this morning I wasn't angry anymore. It's time to let it go and move on. It's just not worth the time, effort and emotion that it is taking from me. I so grateful that I'm able to run. You can start out feeling one way and through the course of the run even if it is a short one you can experience every emotion under the sun. Usually at the end when your tired, sweaty and exhausted you some how feel rejuvenated. Even if it's slower than some and not as consistent as others it really is a great tool for me to help me stay grounded and keep a clear head and did I mention I have a new mile PR?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy Running,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Adrienne</div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-21103430294357013162011-03-21T01:13:00.000-07:002011-03-21T01:13:18.616-07:00The Good the Bad and the Ugly --not necessarily in that orderGood grief has it really been over three weeks since my last post? My Bad.<br />
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I met a new friend a few weeks back and from her own confession to me she told me she had done a little "digging" around and found me on facebook and then found my old family blog and she read a few of my posts and thought I was pretty funny (duh) and got a bit of a kick out of them. Then her next comment to me "irked" me a tad. She said, "I wish I had time to do a blog." Funny thing is everyone I know in the blog world is extremely busy but we make time to blog because we enjoy it. I know I love it and have missed it. Mostly I've missed YOU! You guys rock.<br />
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So I haven't blogged for a bit. It happens.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Life is what happens when you're making plans"</span></b></div><br />
So I'm sure you don't want me to bore you with all the little details of where I've been and what I've been doing so I'll just.....<br />
What?<br />
What was that?<br />
Oh you DO want me to bore you with the details? <br />
Oh alright if you insist!<br />
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Life is what happens when your making plans is an awesome saying isn't it? We all work hard, schedule things out in black and white and then BAM--life gets in the way. What can you do? <br />
Like the Bible says, "Bless-ed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape". Okay the bible doesn't really say that but it should. We tell ourselves we shouldn't worry about things we can't control but we all still do don't we. <br />
<b>(THE BAD)</b><br />
Like the next door neighbors who tell you they've decided to get a divorce. When their kids are in your home 7 days a week it's hard to not feel your heart ripping out of your chest and keep a smile on your face and pretend everything will be okay. Sucks.<br />
Or your other good friend who is currently fighting cancer herself finds out that her 15 year old son also has cancer. What does one say to this friend? Totally sucks. <br />
Or that friend that you have known for more than half your life and even though you live far away when you finally connect on a phone call you pick up right where you left off only this time when you talk you learn her husband is being deployed to Afghanistan and the lump in your throat makes it hard for you to breathe. Suck. Suck. Suck.<br />
In my mind on the scale of 1 to big deal any of these things would rank on the big deal side. Of course none of them happened directly to me but when they happen to those we love it's easy to get sucked into the black hole of despair. So that's where I've been. Funny thing is all of these things are big deals but there was one more thing that happened that isn't even on the big deal scale that really affected me these last few weeks. It doesn't even rank a "1" on the scale.<br />
<b>(The Ugly)</b><br />
I won't go into details but I'll just say there was an event that happened that ended with me throwing somebody out of my house. NO NOT TRAVIS! We are still happily married. This person is a non relative but still someone I dealt with on a daily basis. I don't know about you but this is a first for me. Usually I only see this kind of stuff in the movies. Uggg. It sucked. This event was followed by a LONG LONG "therapy" like session as I was seeking counsel with my religious leader where afterward I felt better but it still sucked nonetheless. I'm still in the midst of this drama but it will hopefully see a close in the next few weeks. <br />
<b>(The Good)</b><br />
Well now that I have fully depressed all of you including myself I'll give you the good news. Oh wait there isn't any. HA! Okay kidding kidding, there is always a silver lining right? Well as luck would have it, it was spring break here last week and before my little world seemed to be ending we had a trip planned for Disneyland---The Happiest Place on Earth. Just what the doctor ordered.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK60_dzi_VYkOnovOSnGRchqrxJ3HbYqGX5mbGT5dyxnjJ7m2z8evk9sqf5wpXeQl02I9IoToYyPn-CURmo2TsvJ8N0u-FNGMT8Xqbp-3oCRFCTtMCQHhgJJQcJ2cK1Rd6AeItQjsMDeQ/s1600/P3183085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK60_dzi_VYkOnovOSnGRchqrxJ3HbYqGX5mbGT5dyxnjJ7m2z8evk9sqf5wpXeQl02I9IoToYyPn-CURmo2TsvJ8N0u-FNGMT8Xqbp-3oCRFCTtMCQHhgJJQcJ2cK1Rd6AeItQjsMDeQ/s400/P3183085.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love to run and this is intended to be a running blog but sometimes it's SO SO nice to RUN AWAY! And I suppose that is okay every now and then. We had a great time together as a family in California and the mini break always helps to re-energize us for what we need to do. Sometimes we just want things to be okay or a certain way and for whatever reason they just cannot or will not ever be that way. It's like the saying goes "It isn't what it isn't". And since I'm all about the quotes in this post I'll give you another.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved"</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think that if we can remember this little bit of wisdom we will likely avoid a lot of the pit falls or self induced sorrow we find ourselves in. Of course there are always those trials and struggles that we will face that we cannot control but even if we find ourselves getting sucked into the despair pit we MUST MUST MUST find our "happy place," pick ourselves back up and carry on. There is always a silver lining. Life is good.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks for letting me share my good, bad and ugly with you. My apologies for not being my usual happy, sarcastic, obnoxious self in this post. If it makes anyone feel better I've still been trying to rip on Chris K through facebook and email so all is not lost, I'll try to do it more regularly on the blog. Andrew also asked for my advice on how to run a sub 30 minute 5k. My advice is to run a 9:40 minute mile pace. Hope that helps Andrew (wink wink). Seriously though I think I just needed to get all this heavy stuff off my chest so now I can go back to the worthless crap I usually blog about that just makes me smile. (Insert Big sigh here) Can't wait!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take Care and Happy Running,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Adrienne</div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-19831722460607409482011-02-28T13:12:00.000-08:002015-01-20T16:19:04.431-08:0012 year old Genius! And Nomination!My computer is JACKED UP! I don't know what the deal is but the screen looks like I've been smoking something strong. It's all psychedelic looking. So I am going to have to take the Mac in to see the 12 year old. Don't know what I'm talking about? I'll explain. If you have a Mac and go to an apple store you will understand this. For those that don't this is what happens. You walk in. You are greeted by a twenty something year old who immediately makes you an appointment with a regular computer geek using his Iphone. Two minutes later a computer geek in his teens appears from the back and takes a look at your computer issues. After a few failed attempts to fix the problem he schedules you an appointment at the "genius bar". After another 2 minute wait you are escorted to the back of the store where you meet the 12 year old who is sitting behind the big apple logo stating "Genius". He takes a look at your computer and humors you by asking you to type in your password even though you know and he knows and he knows that you know it would be faster for him to just hack his way in with his eyes closed but he doesn't want you to feel like your computer information isn't "safe" so he allows you to finger it in anyway. After that he somehow gets into a part of your computer that you have never seen before and writes a new program to override the current program that is causing your screen to be all "freaky" as that is how you technically explained to him what your problem is and he most likely hacked into your bank account while you were sitting their watching him and as we speak it is slowly siphoning pennies, nickels and maybe even dimes from your account into some offshore account but he knows and you know and he knows you will never know how to prove this as you are standing right behind him watching this take place so how could this have possibly happened. At any rate in less than 2 minutes your computer is "fixed" and your asking if his mom is going to pick him up later because you would like to thank her for allowing him to miss school in order to work here to help me with my computer. He stares blankly at you and you take this as your cue to grab your Mac and exit. <br />
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So my apologies for not posting the nomination for <a href="http://cooktraineatrace.com/category/athletes-plate/">The Athlete's Plate</a> winner earlier but without further ado I have chosen Heather over at <a href="http://crazytoddlers.blogspot.com/">The Crazy World of a Running Mom</a> ! Congratulations Heather and I hope you enjoy the dishes Jason serves up for you.<br />
Happy Running Everyone,<br />
AdrienneAdriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-26416267065699570712011-02-24T10:34:00.000-08:002011-02-24T11:31:56.126-08:00Diet? Nutrition? Featured on The Athlete's Plate!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm #5 in front. Coach Belt is off on the right<br />
he was also the school's x-country coach<br />
and always tried to get me to run on the team.<br />
It was during soccer so not going to happen. Plus<br />
I always complained about running in high school.<br />
10 years later my dad saw him in town and told him<br />
I was running a marathon in a few weeks. My dad<br />
said he almost fell over. HA! I would have<br />
liked to see that. Coach Belt was awesome.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I've always been "a jock" and loved sports and such. In high school my favorite sport was basketball. I have great friends and fond memories of ruling the halls of Orem High school, flipping a coin to decide if we would make it to class or if we should "rebel" and hit the local gas station for a giant sized Mountain Dew instead. Often if the results weren't in our favor it would turn into one of those coin tosses where you say "two out of three", "three out of five" and on and on until you get the desired result. We'd jump into the old beater car and we were off. 44oz Mountain Dew and maybe a bag of cheetos for lunch, sounds good to me. After the last school bell rang around 3:30 pm it was off to the designated practice depending on what season it was (Soccer, basketball or softball). Several hours of running, jumping, shooting, kicking and hitting later it was home for quick shower, an attempt of homework, scarf down whatever mom had saved from dinner for you and off to pass out on the bed. The next morning, wake up usually at the last possible second so you didn't have any time for breakfast and repeat the previous days activities. In my four years of High school I did not eat in the school cafeteria 1 time, zero, zilch, nada. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mmmmm, Mt. Dew. <br />
Lunch of champions.<s><br />
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</tbody></table> Despite my frequent "coin tosses" and class ditching in high school I managed to pull decent grades and it was off to college. My college days were busy like most college students I suppose. 18 credit hours of classes per semester while working part time and trying to date as many players from the football and baseball teams as humanely possible. This did not leave a lot of time for "cooking". Most days would involve me grabbing a bagel and my book bag and I was out the door not likely to return until late that evening where I again reverted back to the high school habit of "quick shower, shove some random food in, attempt some homework and pass out on the bed". I remember one day in particular that I was standing in the hall waiting to go into class and became somewhat light headed, I leaned against the wall and next thing I remember is waking up with a bunch of people looking over me. Apparently I passed out and slid down the wall. My professor happened to be among the witnesses and took it upon himself to bring me a cup of soup every day for class (not in a creepy way but in a really kind grandfatherly way--seriously so nice). He also "lectured" me on the importance of eating. Food=No passing out and living. No food=passing out and Death. Okay that was a little dramatic, it didn't really go down like that. <br />
I want to add a note of caution here. I did not have a eating disorder by any stretch I was just a lazy, busy student so I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I eat....BELIEVE THAT....plenty but not very nutritiously. <br />
Fast forward to marriage, kids and now I'm in this role of "mother" and "stay at home mom", "homemaker" and it falls upon me to keep these people fed. Ughhh. I love reading some of your blogs like <a href="http://www.cottercrunch.com/">Cotter's Crunch</a>, <a href="http://www.hungryrunnergirl.com/">The Hungry Runner</a> and of course Athlete's Plate who all offer these amazing nutritious recipes that sound so delicious but at the same time as I am reading these my eyes start to glaze over and I go into a catatonic state thinking "that just sounds exhausting" and they do these productions every day? Wow. I'm impressed. Really I am. Cooking is not my happy place and unfortunately it isn't Travis's happy place either. If he comes home from work and their isn't anything on the table he looks at me and says "So are we eating out?" To which I reply "YouBETCHA!" and we're off. Luckily he is a mellow husband and contrary to what people think about stay at home moms he doesn't expect me to be barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen at all times. On the contrary I'm usually wearing shoes and I'm at the mall. I like to eat yummy food just not make it all the time.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>So Anyway, to make a long story longer. I was reading Sean's blog over at <a href="http://incleanair.blogspot.com/2011/02/athletes-plate-nominee-is.html">In Clean Air--A running philosophy</a> and he had just been featured on The Athlete's Plate. If you don't read Sean's blog you really should. He is like that "voice of reason" that God forgot to give me. Just cool, calm and collected. His posts area always positive, uplifting and motivating and I was nominated by him for<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://cooktraineatrace.com/category/athletes-plate/">THE ATHLETE'S PLATE.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY74rVlaujkfbkWAnxmu9G2XK2ZIZOdheD5muspGxqfk4o5edw-1S8qbYwpzzMd5RYEUOwqC-JDQCrE7l3Od_cvJG_mPt0KFKRd0yLrqDK57cW7GHK4SdD4GnR5qFc4cOWY4Yjx6owEOU/s1600/AP-Pic12-1-300x177.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY74rVlaujkfbkWAnxmu9G2XK2ZIZOdheD5muspGxqfk4o5edw-1S8qbYwpzzMd5RYEUOwqC-JDQCrE7l3Od_cvJG_mPt0KFKRd0yLrqDK57cW7GHK4SdD4GnR5qFc4cOWY4Yjx6owEOU/s400/AP-Pic12-1-300x177.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How perfect is this? Talk about someone who needs serious help in the menu department. One of my MAJOR goals this year is to try to eat healthier in order to have more energy and lose about 10 pounds. I'm within the "normal" weight range for my height but we all know how those weight ranges work. There is a range of about 20 lbs and right now I'm closer to the high part and would rather be closer to the low part. Plus I think if I can lose the weight it could help me get faster and eating better will help me have more energy. To see what the Amazing Jason came up with for Yours Truly Click <a href="http://cooktraineatrace.com/the-athletes-plate-february-24-2011/#comment-1449">HERE</a> for all the recipes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you so much for Jason for creating these wonderful dishes for me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I really appreciate it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you to Sean for nominating me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is your eating as jacked up as mine?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Are you looking for some healthier food choices?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Do you need to change your eating habits in order to reach your goals?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Does the inside of your refrigerator look as boring as this?</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hopefully these dishes will help kick start me to being a healthier eater, better homemaker and faster runner!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy Running,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Adrienne</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-44453692140610825712011-02-19T20:04:00.000-08:002015-01-20T16:18:47.102-08:00Heart and Sole 5K Race Report<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This morning the alarm went off at 6 am and I thought to myself....."why am I doing this?" After being up twice in the night with two different kids I was less than enthused about running a race.<br />
BUT I dragged my sorry rear end out of bed, got ready and we were out the door. The oldest child left to watch the younger ones while Travis and I headed to the 5K. <br />
I had some goals in mind of what I wanted to do but I honestly wasn't really sure how it would all play out. <br />
Not sure because :<br />
A. I'm fairly new to racing and don't really know what I'm doing.<br />
B. This is only my 2nd 5k, 1st "officially" timed 5k.<br />
C. Did I mention I don't know what I'm doing?<br />
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Since my <a href="http://nonracerunner.blogspot.com/2011/01/londons-half-marathon-race-report.html">1/2 marathon</a> at the end of January (exactly 3 weeks ago) I've been doing a lot of 5k goal paced runs (9:40 min/mile) and speed work with a few longer (8 mile) runs. My 1st ever and previous 5k was the <a href="http://nonracerunner.blogspot.com/2011/01/fyto-race-report-one-youve-all-been.html">FYTO</a> race and my finish time there was a 31:10 which gave me a 10:03 pace. I was okay with that but that race I was working on more of my mental issues (like how I never run races cause they cause me huge anxiety) so I didn't feel I pushed too hard physically but it was a HUGE step for me mentally (thank you Adam) . This 5k I wanted to see PHYSICALLY what I could do. Here is what I planned on doing.<br />
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I decided I would let myself go out faster than normal and let the momentum carry me for the first bit then settle into a 9:40 pace and try to hold that for the remainder and then try to have a "kick" at the end and see what happens. My simple strategy I had for when I felt tired would be to "lengthen my stride". If I was able to do this and hold a 9:40 pace I would have a finish time of 29:59 and that was my time goal. To make it in under 30 minutes. I thought this would be a good plan. Not too ambitious but shaving 23 seconds off of every mile would be challenging for me. <br />
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In training I have been able to hold a 9:40 pace for a mile but then I would slow for about 10-15 seconds and then back up for another mile for 9:40 and then another 10-15 second rest at a slower pace. On race day I was hoping to do the same except take out the rests. <br />
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I went out fast (just like planned) and I just enjoyed the enthusiasm of the race. Coming up at the 1 mile mark I looked at my watch and I had just run a 9:15 mile --score! Plus at this point in the race the leaders are coming back and Travis is in the lead--seriously such a turn on! I slowed on purpose at this point thinking I would not be able to hold that quick of a pace. Next mile I stayed fairly steady at a 9:30-9:40 pace. I was not being passed at all and at one point I looked at my watch and it was registering a 10:00 minute pace--CRAP! I immediately sped up. I think I have a habit of falling into the pace of the runners around me, I think that was the case of this slower stretch. I was more studious about checking my watch after that and was feeling pretty good up until around 2.25 miles in. It seemed that everybody around me was walking. I was thinking WTH? This is a 5K? The event was a run/walk and I think more of the walkers got the memo. I wanted the energy of other "runners" around me but it just wasn't there. Oh well, I'm running my own race anyway so I just went. By now I've got 1/2 a mile left and I'm starting to hurt but I wasn't done yet. Time for my last strategy of "lengthening my stride". There are only two ways to go faster. You can lengthen your stride or have a faster leg turnover. Ideally you would do both. At this point I couldn't go any faster but I'm 5'8" and I can stride so stride I did. Travis was waiting at the final turn of the race (since he had already finished) and was cheering me on and when I hit what I guessed was the last .15 of the race I started to kick. The finish line was set up where you had to make a sharp 90 degree turn about 15 feet before the timing mat so you couldn't kick full speed into the finish. THAT is pretty annoying. But I made it. Hit my watch and bent over trying to catch my breath. Walked around for a few minutes, then looked at my watch to check my results. 28:58!! That would be a 9:20 minute per mile pace!! Wahoo!! I was honestly SHOCKED. I couldn't believe I had not only made my goal but beat it by a margin of 20 seconds per mile. It was surreal. <br />
Travis ended up taking 3rd overall. 2nd in his age group with a time of 18:25 for a 5:56 minute per mile pace. He is such a stud muffin. I can't say enough about him.<br />
So the good and bad news about Travis placing is we end up sticking around for the awards ceremony. While we were waiting we were goofing off so that was at least fun. <br />
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We went into the "family" bathroom and pretended to be <a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/">Adam from The Boring Runner</a>. <br />
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Here are some of my best impersonations:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OOHHHH! THAT'S THE TICKET! NOW I AM READY TO RUN!<br />
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Then there was knocking on the door and our fun was over and we got some "strange" looks as we exited the bathroom together. What? Doesn't every running couple go to the family bathroom together? It's a sign of true love.<br />
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Finally it was time for the Awards Ceremony and we waited patiently as they announced the "Overall Winner" (The two top finishers were on Travis's tail the whole way and overtook him with around 3/4 of a mile left to go)</div>
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Blah blah blah, on and on. Then they went through each age group starting at 0-7 years old. </div>
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"I'm thinking, oh good grief this is taking forever" Usually I don't mind but remember I have a soccer game to get to. </div>
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Blah blah blah, on and on. </div>
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Then they get to Women's age 30-34. </div>
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1st place...blah blah</div>
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2nd place....blah blah</div>
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3rd place....Adrienne Jensen</div>
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Wha wha what? Well oh me oh my I just won a medal?!</div>
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1 29 ROBIN DAYNES F 34 26:41 8:36
2 146 KRISTIN STEELE F 32 28:28 9:10
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Even though I wasn't planning on winning I was able to come up with a speech on the spot. I was all ready to give it but Travis waved me back over....apparently they don't do that at these sort of award ceremonies. It was really good though. </div>
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It went something like this "I'd like to thank my family and friends, all my fans, and especially all the fast runner women between the ages of 30 and 34 who decided not to come to this race, without you it was all possible....(there is more but you get the idea)".<br />
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So here we are together. I know we look like a total power couple but don't worry we are just normal, everyday people and I promise I won't let this go to my head. :) </div>
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And to think I wanted to just sleep in and forget the whole thing!</div>
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I think I could get use to this Racing Thing.</div>
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Hope all your races were as fun as mine this weekend.</div>
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Happy Running!</div>
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Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-61275464458418349112011-02-17T21:34:00.000-08:002011-02-17T21:37:15.979-08:005K and a Happy Weekend to you!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"></span><br />
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<tr style="line-height: 20px;"><td style="line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;" valign="top"><div id="ecxyiv1002055792ecxyiv1696359989yiv291689018yiv862542900" style="line-height: 20px;"><div style="line-height: 20px;"><div style="line-height: 20px;"><div class="ecxyiv1002055792MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 41px;">Travis and I are running a 5K on Saturday and it will be somewhat of an experiment to see what I can do! </span></span></div><div class="ecxyiv1002055792MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 41px;">(He'll do fine I'm sure...5k's are his specialty) </span></span></div><div class="ecxyiv1002055792MsoNormal" style="font-family: serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQ1taIzLKvxECrEh8O_MQupqvxZQzoHGGj86a-_hAm_jWZb9JBIIEVBLw3EWsU6jFxZICYkFXfFZq9ydb7XrfzhQ3ZWQ4B1kxfBVl6AozHFILPmWFHWIc95oUWJNdf-8pXzEGonmitsM/s1600/f-Funny-Cat-3539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQ1taIzLKvxECrEh8O_MQupqvxZQzoHGGj86a-_hAm_jWZb9JBIIEVBLw3EWsU6jFxZICYkFXfFZq9ydb7XrfzhQ3ZWQ4B1kxfBVl6AozHFILPmWFHWIc95oUWJNdf-8pXzEGonmitsM/s320/f-Funny-Cat-3539.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 41px;">I have extra incentive to run fast since I've got a kids soccer game right after and we are hosting the soccer team (and families) for the "end of season party" at our home after the game. They might frown upon me not being there. Fun times. Have a great weekend everyone and good luck to all those racing!</span></span></div><div class="ecxyiv1002055792MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm too lazy to write more of a real post right now but my girlfriend sent this to me and I thought it was pretty hilarious. Hopefully you'll get a laugh from it. </span></span></span></div><div class="ecxyiv1002055792MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px;"><strong style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM</span></span></span></span></strong><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dear Diary,</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><div style="line-height: 20px;"><div class="ecxyiv1002055792MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">MONDAY:</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god -- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">TUESDAY:</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile<br style="line-height: 41px;" />made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">WEDNESDAY:</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">THURSDAY:</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late -- it took me that long to tie my shoes.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">FRIDAY:</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain,</span></span></span></span></div></div></div><div style="line-height: 20px;"><div style="line-height: 20px;"><div class="ecxyiv1002055792MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I would beat him with it.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SATURDAY:</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SUNDAY:</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 41px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="ecxyiv1002055792MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy Running!</span></span></div><div class="ecxyiv1002055792MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Adrienne</span></span></div></div></div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-90151803574968940122011-02-13T19:43:00.000-08:002011-02-13T19:43:49.604-08:00Will you be my Valentine?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Many moons ago back when I could run my fingers through your flowing blonde locks I knew I was the luckiest girl in the world. We promised that we would love each other for better or worse, through the good times and bad <s>til death do us part</s> for time and all eternity. If I could go back and do it all again I wouldn't change a thing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Valentines Day Travis! I love you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXVw386sFn96b0h-aiGUu1YeWMPIljf5qMLpgp8AEWf7qTCP9deSNdUMnYTfbAxBwxS6r9bK6thW2uqPbRy6wuYDLxQ67RFIg1mixjU_bcgWu4VCi7xfKx2qJCw3SaGFmFhoMp7pp1uo/s1600/18758_1334504052008_1513267677_30867861_2608449_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXVw386sFn96b0h-aiGUu1YeWMPIljf5qMLpgp8AEWf7qTCP9deSNdUMnYTfbAxBwxS6r9bK6thW2uqPbRy6wuYDLxQ67RFIg1mixjU_bcgWu4VCi7xfKx2qJCw3SaGFmFhoMp7pp1uo/s400/18758_1334504052008_1513267677_30867861_2608449_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">You are such a good example for all the important men in my life. Don't ever change.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQIEMBzLtT6K8idK1mZdwhBUxPcLvcKELxTVdhCJ0rXZAeZZyTqgmEoMeJU7watlRVt7-vEEu4QaoAQc7kYAQpwmTqWdn-19w1XwIfyX6an5MAMkpib77MFcC7RuIvyGoo3r8IZZO5K2I/s1600/J039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQIEMBzLtT6K8idK1mZdwhBUxPcLvcKELxTVdhCJ0rXZAeZZyTqgmEoMeJU7watlRVt7-vEEu4QaoAQc7kYAQpwmTqWdn-19w1XwIfyX6an5MAMkpib77MFcC7RuIvyGoo3r8IZZO5K2I/s400/J039.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's not always easy to find the time to fit everything in that life requires us to do but you seem to know how to keep the important things at the top of the list and let the rest fall where it may. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyEzqU4vdbuY4ynBxMglRG4uuaRnFM9_W5Ijadi8IgTYsPpCeRQRZ9i8dE6oH-utUh4B2a3jgzELUcpt5DD3xuvJt4z7mUbR05sgbd-ULEGOfh3Mt4Od4h6e-mHa_h4_C17pLXSyO3iA/s1600/P7031925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyEzqU4vdbuY4ynBxMglRG4uuaRnFM9_W5Ijadi8IgTYsPpCeRQRZ9i8dE6oH-utUh4B2a3jgzELUcpt5DD3xuvJt4z7mUbR05sgbd-ULEGOfh3Mt4Od4h6e-mHa_h4_C17pLXSyO3iA/s400/P7031925.jpg" width="300" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Being not only able and willing but worthy to serve those around you, but especially our own children and show them the way they need to go to be successful and happy in this life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjSsnxiC64RorgeUiGp5AfZ2rJkBynPUqdPNPllzH1nrT5wKn03rplmhykJaJjHHcWy5euLfKyBEx-4GEOHKc-2fG3DsJ0LtaQZJrdtYJaf4dKTHjoMnBjqV_K7GhMOZ01cjbETxZlxY/s1600/P7031930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjSsnxiC64RorgeUiGp5AfZ2rJkBynPUqdPNPllzH1nrT5wKn03rplmhykJaJjHHcWy5euLfKyBEx-4GEOHKc-2fG3DsJ0LtaQZJrdtYJaf4dKTHjoMnBjqV_K7GhMOZ01cjbETxZlxY/s400/P7031930.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">You always have a smile on your face and are ready for fun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkvHDVhGqFfh_e_64g60vi1MaklqCNUOByIdzA1UqnXaIFbGeql8mFfCwAHzBvH8ALGuZtab5JoAPffn9h2qpRKIEmcXrZaYtV_8ugU7AuSjr5Raij22An8nftJmeu3S9jjv_bFm8kndg/s1600/P8162143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkvHDVhGqFfh_e_64g60vi1MaklqCNUOByIdzA1UqnXaIFbGeql8mFfCwAHzBvH8ALGuZtab5JoAPffn9h2qpRKIEmcXrZaYtV_8ugU7AuSjr5Raij22An8nftJmeu3S9jjv_bFm8kndg/s400/P8162143.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Along with being the best husband you are most definitely the "World's Greatest Dad".......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEispGwhN7gpwLF7VkjORdrsFGCczKr1UlLJvlEdwAIVbK5nzUK8xDzgbiJpOiR4iaO9x6AWAg0TH_peUmBNMAFbO2O_bGARSv8FlwjWoo4IqS7rK0kPosPcFXQHpfWPyzz-90pg7yoO1jg/s1600/PC252540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEispGwhN7gpwLF7VkjORdrsFGCczKr1UlLJvlEdwAIVbK5nzUK8xDzgbiJpOiR4iaO9x6AWAg0TH_peUmBNMAFbO2O_bGARSv8FlwjWoo4IqS7rK0kPosPcFXQHpfWPyzz-90pg7yoO1jg/s400/PC252540.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">You would have to be the greatest dad to be willing to take a 6 hour flight with 4 little ones all the way to Hawaii just to show them the ocean and play in the sand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tMU0pAwJBGPpOjI-VcXFD2aHWHDHuvDJuraif9GaoZEN9-6bmpPQ9TGEExlFBlCa3EitbpZlF7QC4nw3woDFbdgMphrRRPRQRhGHy-Jb-1Ps8l70BBetfLx1psrSe5UhNMq23bgddiA/s1600/100_0803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tMU0pAwJBGPpOjI-VcXFD2aHWHDHuvDJuraif9GaoZEN9-6bmpPQ9TGEExlFBlCa3EitbpZlF7QC4nw3woDFbdgMphrRRPRQRhGHy-Jb-1Ps8l70BBetfLx1psrSe5UhNMq23bgddiA/s400/100_0803.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You also need that qualification to catch a fish for your kids with your bare hands.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXSXgs1XuduDKsU64JQTkNC8m6Olav1FnLVdz29YxoNTeJJZm3kl3QvKIR7VhJWkrx3Pqaws2ejW0aCypVloRUJHZ0OYEx9ThcwhM87ZtbP4WXX2GgABCIfxsb25FMQP_9-RwPhpUewc/s1600/P7240884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXSXgs1XuduDKsU64JQTkNC8m6Olav1FnLVdz29YxoNTeJJZm3kl3QvKIR7VhJWkrx3Pqaws2ejW0aCypVloRUJHZ0OYEx9ThcwhM87ZtbP4WXX2GgABCIfxsb25FMQP_9-RwPhpUewc/s400/P7240884.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">You care enough that you find time to take care of yourself so you can be healthy to take care of us. Thank you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8eXmUHM-L1LdivxW5ZdQ7T6up24dyK5Cghyphenhypheng3Bte0q2_n2pNm6rfCkROGzxbTTt-kDBg_yomxGNQ2WVQbfgh_Fbs2IWjme4iktl0RFK1SE4Tgx4AFf33cpuU751HUlzpJnJrmfxps-Q/s1600/100_0985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8eXmUHM-L1LdivxW5ZdQ7T6up24dyK5Cghyphenhypheng3Bte0q2_n2pNm6rfCkROGzxbTTt-kDBg_yomxGNQ2WVQbfgh_Fbs2IWjme4iktl0RFK1SE4Tgx4AFf33cpuU751HUlzpJnJrmfxps-Q/s400/100_0985.JPG" width="202" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Plus since you do take care of yourself it makes hiking and other things easier for the whole family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwh7qN2HBxVZk_aiiQQZ-Agj56sLL8wWeG61l_5FLOnevwmrIt3quZyq5zEhnvZfsXUvSYIPendntaeqwXrfAvc0MGiXmw1F_pWZ3liqhl3faqNrbe-Z2NbnFAAv-sgJGes3WRJxVbmo/s1600/P7280952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwh7qN2HBxVZk_aiiQQZ-Agj56sLL8wWeG61l_5FLOnevwmrIt3quZyq5zEhnvZfsXUvSYIPendntaeqwXrfAvc0MGiXmw1F_pWZ3liqhl3faqNrbe-Z2NbnFAAv-sgJGes3WRJxVbmo/s400/P7280952.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You Da' Man! That is Fo' Sho'!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwh7qN2HBxVZk_aiiQQZ-Agj56sLL8wWeG61l_5FLOnevwmrIt3quZyq5zEhnvZfsXUvSYIPendntaeqwXrfAvc0MGiXmw1F_pWZ3liqhl3faqNrbe-Z2NbnFAAv-sgJGes3WRJxVbmo/s1600/P7280952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSM-S1WoNaY6F97lKBL7X9thF2gFXHCeAhvvmCOw0ss1iU8Sgi8dInTUnt-TINZ718WHDXQ1q4IaHbVD_u7kmC_WbxuCwtpiTg9d2u-WACxy66KiJNRRzqU3RW2Fet5ngmTGg4H2R7y0/s1600/PB262390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSM-S1WoNaY6F97lKBL7X9thF2gFXHCeAhvvmCOw0ss1iU8Sgi8dInTUnt-TINZ718WHDXQ1q4IaHbVD_u7kmC_WbxuCwtpiTg9d2u-WACxy66KiJNRRzqU3RW2Fet5ngmTGg4H2R7y0/s320/PB262390.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But even while your out running you remember us. Like the time you came upon this little guy and ran home with him in your hands for 2 miles just to show us. You are definitely the</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> "World's Greatest Dad"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCH7noqvVgPnljwDk1TzaOoS6cWR5w34hwxk-WwtO-GlQfOI-KaNaiEWEJ7tzJpsgVBrGN-cB4IA2XZcNk_kcVQWS_9UkUgrqgQDyuEWg4ShGLEKkBJkX7FdF6wuCIHfQg4VcMGg8-Yl0/s1600/P7081961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCH7noqvVgPnljwDk1TzaOoS6cWR5w34hwxk-WwtO-GlQfOI-KaNaiEWEJ7tzJpsgVBrGN-cB4IA2XZcNk_kcVQWS_9UkUgrqgQDyuEWg4ShGLEKkBJkX7FdF6wuCIHfQg4VcMGg8-Yl0/s320/P7081961.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvnF0oG5uaOXqE1JPmYTo-eOAorH5HMPqKFBA3AsGKbBJnuIRiqBYqEq_8AQtI3ltVN-Yd_UjY4KsJDI7uF8fSeKFcUOEcXF3DLDlwZckZF6xvGWeN27Z116VAd_D-Y9y1xCBbfICc1o/s1600/P7081960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvnF0oG5uaOXqE1JPmYTo-eOAorH5HMPqKFBA3AsGKbBJnuIRiqBYqEq_8AQtI3ltVN-Yd_UjY4KsJDI7uF8fSeKFcUOEcXF3DLDlwZckZF6xvGWeN27Z116VAd_D-Y9y1xCBbfICc1o/s320/P7081960.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgoA7uyhzhyphenhyphen414XgPxXuaEbtkwJQMATpQeu-ERR6lYOIx18z-IAB8aZw4srW_ddvz94SjOvAN25pTcIYEsUPprPhBSAnXTguhyphenhyphenY1ptK0SylJF_XjbhGiYQwopLNVQCODOCcpw_ABhwY8/s1600/PC241467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgoA7uyhzhyphenhyphen414XgPxXuaEbtkwJQMATpQeu-ERR6lYOIx18z-IAB8aZw4srW_ddvz94SjOvAN25pTcIYEsUPprPhBSAnXTguhyphenhyphenY1ptK0SylJF_XjbhGiYQwopLNVQCODOCcpw_ABhwY8/s400/PC241467.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks for always being there for all of us and supporting us in all we do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRzHMg4lHX-4ca_PNo6FfbWUs3-TNu5sV8BOF-b4zmjLO3PwAQIJbD4a4eNTn8B0so3QXV8-1ZsqLcwwL1q55VTBhdxYccqvxw-B5IiHmDqXupyMu2FE8YgqP6M6HX3aEpFyfuMDO9A4/s1600/DSC_2028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRzHMg4lHX-4ca_PNo6FfbWUs3-TNu5sV8BOF-b4zmjLO3PwAQIJbD4a4eNTn8B0so3QXV8-1ZsqLcwwL1q55VTBhdxYccqvxw-B5IiHmDqXupyMu2FE8YgqP6M6HX3aEpFyfuMDO9A4/s400/DSC_2028.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's always an adventure</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_Z_ofzcxiISsWS1ITxOPYhN4tBe6w1mBVIbtxubUv5JKFePg0nnMASLGdjcyOQweIrffk8uF4WDI_EFZjL-nNUvlRctDktLNWRamwSNMTJxcrbRSrBwu_3z8JPTtAx03MOPGrJZrpHM/s1600/IMG_2112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_Z_ofzcxiISsWS1ITxOPYhN4tBe6w1mBVIbtxubUv5JKFePg0nnMASLGdjcyOQweIrffk8uF4WDI_EFZjL-nNUvlRctDktLNWRamwSNMTJxcrbRSrBwu_3z8JPTtAx03MOPGrJZrpHM/s400/IMG_2112.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Never boring around here....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicrpLW2qR77cJW_ww6775YNrsG3XE7uOpDal2yukqDBJSjFSeaEKSrC0VsibwoWiNPEzkbmjbR97GUQnqnuuvcsfAQHofw1HZ6XX68FTCgyWrNaR0ORm3JS5a4epHLB5Lu20cTMLPh3kU/s1600/PA150081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicrpLW2qR77cJW_ww6775YNrsG3XE7uOpDal2yukqDBJSjFSeaEKSrC0VsibwoWiNPEzkbmjbR97GUQnqnuuvcsfAQHofw1HZ6XX68FTCgyWrNaR0ORm3JS5a4epHLB5Lu20cTMLPh3kU/s400/PA150081.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> and even if at times I think you are a little crazy (or a lot crazy)!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP5jPQg_yvejT0eLXgZRhUCQnQHNB3RZwDwCuvGWYLzJuoGD4HetfVNr8nL6aCUX3mq7xYkG4XD_oh27krzif-lcP_BzuCeBWZQ73NWzV0cd8j7gXoFkbZ5Ea7bUKiWc6hKoqoAKIXSw/s1600/Travis+Invert+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP5jPQg_yvejT0eLXgZRhUCQnQHNB3RZwDwCuvGWYLzJuoGD4HetfVNr8nL6aCUX3mq7xYkG4XD_oh27krzif-lcP_BzuCeBWZQ73NWzV0cd8j7gXoFkbZ5Ea7bUKiWc6hKoqoAKIXSw/s400/Travis+Invert+2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you will always be My Valentine!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you Travis!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxy9__JvYKGaF3j8Eou6M5_n2nqKEb90-RusKHwAYEUsOwogEZ7e45BDh1p_lzQDlaRjKz4uK_xi_eDKVHTHryCSSiVwO5LEjc8Z_IfBekmGRWrA8uQJ2RHc6Q2sr-i6dEkgHF7UIglc/s1600/J160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxy9__JvYKGaF3j8Eou6M5_n2nqKEb90-RusKHwAYEUsOwogEZ7e45BDh1p_lzQDlaRjKz4uK_xi_eDKVHTHryCSSiVwO5LEjc8Z_IfBekmGRWrA8uQJ2RHc6Q2sr-i6dEkgHF7UIglc/s400/J160.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox</div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-37191091900634792082011-02-11T11:59:00.000-08:002011-02-11T12:48:15.013-08:00Liar Liar Pants on Fire!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GhNYVLKZtZ2ahXgdGVvPy_gCl0MuFvhnv1x6-5UazbR0Mgdyk66X8X5qVLYRNh-t4XatCvNCZiTsZehF0JETwoTIReHbnSH7ha3DRL-9ohNtGAfV7inCFKEJuVRa47oXU_fX14hKM0s/s1600/DownloadedFile-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GhNYVLKZtZ2ahXgdGVvPy_gCl0MuFvhnv1x6-5UazbR0Mgdyk66X8X5qVLYRNh-t4XatCvNCZiTsZehF0JETwoTIReHbnSH7ha3DRL-9ohNtGAfV7inCFKEJuVRa47oXU_fX14hKM0s/s400/DownloadedFile-1.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Okay, so yesterday my post was a bit of a vent. Sorry about that I guess I was tired! Duh!<br />
What I didn't say in the post yesterday I'll finish off today. You are excited I can tell. <br />
I finally rolled out of bed and quickly got the older kids fed and out the door to school and then the doorbell rang and there was another little smiling face for me to watch. My friend had a doctor's appointment so I had offered to watch her 18 month old while she went. During this time my angel of a child Sadie decided to kick this little friend off our stairs and he landed smack on his head onto our travertine tile and ended up with a huge goose egg on his forehead. I'm such a good mom and babysitter. I'm sure my friend really appreciated me <s>abusing</s> watching her child for her. I should probably start my own Daycare NOT!<br />
(Insert sigh here)<br />
Anyway, he survived and his mom returned at around 10:45.<br />
Why is this important you ask? Well I'll tell you. Because my gym's daycare closes at 12 noon so if you want to get your run in at the above mentioned gym and you have little ones you need to put in the daycare you gotta get there early. <br />
This is where the liar liar pants on fire technique comes in. <br />
I use this one on myself all the time and I always fall for it. I'm such a sucker!<br />
This is the conversation I had with myself in my head.<br />
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Me: "I really don't want to go run at the gym today I'm so tired I should just put Elmo on the TV for Sadie and go back to bed, by the time I get their I'll barely have 50 minutes of actual 'workout time'"<br />
Me: "Just go to the gym and put Sadie and Reece in the daycare and just sit in the sauna"<br />
Me: "Okay I guess that would feel good"<br />
Get kids in car.<br />
In car driving to gym.<br />
Me: "Okay your already on your way you might as well just do something easy like the bike so it's not a total waste of time"<br />
Me: "Okay maybe for 20 minutes but that's it"<br />
At gym, check kids into child care. Go get on the treadmill.<br />
Me: "I thought you were going to do the bike?"<br />
Me: "I know I totally am I'll just walk for a little bit then go get on the bike."<br />
Start running at my warm up run pace.<br />
Me: "I thought you were going to walk?"<br />
Me: "I know I'm just going to run slow instead I guess"<br />
After a mile at warm up pace I up the treadmill to my 5k Goal pace speed.<br />
Me: "So you are going to run Goal pace today?"<br />
Me: "I'll just see how long I can hold it, just be quiet and leave me alone."<br />
Me: "Whatever lady"<br />
Finished planned 4 mile workout as well as some ab and back excercises, picked up kids and headed home.<br />
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So am I completely crazy? Don't answer that. I actually lie to myself and then I believe it? Does anybody else ever do this kind of self talk to get them to do things? Or am I the only one that talks to myself? Hello? Anyone, anyone?<br />
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Sorry to report that today's run was less dramatic and exciting as it was just a 8 miler at a slower pace so not much of a technique for this one aside from turning on the treadmill and moving my legs back and forth for approximately 1:25 minutes (half marathon pace). <br />
Hope your all having your own exciting running adventures and TGIF!<br />
Happy Running,<br />
AdrienneAdriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-17388208343978609102011-02-10T14:12:00.000-08:002011-02-10T14:12:31.015-08:00Sweet Revenge on "the" runner!Sometimes things in my life are so ridiculous I can't even be upset about it because it's just how things are around here. <br />
Take last night (and this morning) for example. <br />
I had just finished tucking the last of the kids into bed and the house was finally quiet. I climbed into bed myself at around 9:50 because I was so so tired. (Mainly I was extra tired because Travis had been away on business for several days).<br />
Anyway Travis comes to bed around 10:30 and starts talking to me (waking me up) about the last few days blah blah blah, then finally decides he is ready to go to sleep.<br />
He lays down and is out in less than 2 minutes. Takes me another 30 minutes to fall BACK to sleep.<br />
A little bit later I awake to Travis SNORING! Ughh. He does this sometimes. So I tell him to roll over and I try to get back to sleep (takes another 30 ish minutes). This continues 3 more times over the next several hours! Him sleeping away SNORING and me NOT SLEEPING. Finally I give up and I grab my pillow and head downstairs to sneak into bed with my 10 year old. <br />
Finally I get to sleep.<br />
Few hours later I wake to a "thump thump thump thump" continuously repeating and think "What the heck is that?" after a minute I realize it is TRAVIS running on our treadmill that is upstairs in our room that is directly over the 10 year olds room. SERIOUSLY!?! So I get up, go upstairs, tell him it sounds like a stampede downstairs and we are trying to FREAKING sleep already. I go back downstairs to bed and try to go back to sleep. <br />
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20 minutes later I hear Ozzy Osborne's laugh coming out of my purse that is in the kitchen and I'm once again awake. Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne happens to be my ringtone on my cell phone. (Fitting I know) So I'm thinking "Who the heck is calling me this early?" I go to check and it's my 8 year old Dayton.<br />
Me: "Hello?"<br />
Dayton: "Mom where are you?" <br />
Me: "What do you mean, I'm downstairs, where are you?"<br />
Me: Hearing commotion and loud beeping and crying kids upstairs I run upstairs.<br />
Reece, 5 year old, and Sadie 2 year old are in my bedroom crying. Loud ANNOYING beeping coming from Dad's office (also upstairs).<br />
So I go in Travis's office and his friggin phone alarm is going off. I turn it off. Travis is nowhere to be found. I realize he must have gone running outside since I made him get off the treadmill but he forgot to turn off his alarm.<br />
I get everyone back to bed and climb in my own bed with the 2 year old and am drifting off again when I hear BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP coming from the office again. Freak I must have hit snooze or something. Get up and turn it off again. 5 minutes later guess what happens. Turn it off again. 5 minutes later guess what happens. Repeat for 30 more minutes. Apparently I'm an idiot and can't figure out how to turn off the bloody phone alarm. At this point I'm contemplating a hammer but I hear the garage door opening. Finally Travis is home. Give phone to 8 year old, who never went back to sleep, and tell him to take it to dad and have him turn it off. Go back to bed with 2 year old, again. <br />
NOT TEN MINUTES LATER guess who is in the kitchen making a protein shake WITH ICE and blender! LOUD, LOUD ICE and LOUD LOUD BLENDER!!!<br />
Then of course topped off with you know who proceeding through my bedroom and into bathroom to finish off the event with a non quiet shower, and get ready for work, then kisses me on the forehead and is out the door for the day and I'm left laying in bed plotting my revenge. <br />
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So I ask you dear running friends has this ever happened to you? No? Could you possibly be the yapping, snoring, stampeding, phone ringing, alarm beeping, blending showering running fool I'm speaking of? I feel I need to warn you that a spouse, child or roommate may secretly be plotting revenge on you without you even knowing it. Watch your back out there.<br />
Happy Running,<br />
AdrienneAdriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-62772999315543180202011-01-29T16:08:00.000-08:002011-01-29T16:08:48.370-08:00London's Half Marathon Race Report<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Woke up this morning at the <s>butt</s> crack of dawn. Okay I don't think it was dawn yet, it was 5 am but that is early for this non morning girl. Got dressed, carried kids out to the car in their jammies, packed quick bag of kid clothes, ate some toast with peanut butter and a activia yogurt. Pulled out at 5:30am.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5:35 am Reece (5yo) declares he has to go to the bathroom. Pull off into random office parking lot and he waters the asphalt while standing firmly inside the minivan. Peeing for boys is so convenient. Boys have all the fun. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Continue driving. 1 hour later moms' activia yogurt has kicked in and we make a quick stop at McDonalds' where mom uses the potty. Yes, success! Shouldn't be <s>pooping</s> having any trouble along the run today! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Arrive at race at 7:10 am. Make a B line to the packet pick up. Get number, race chip, t-shirt, turn and make a B-line back to the car where I stay until 7:45 am. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is all part of my race strategy. I seem to not do well mixing and mingling with other racers before races because they may say something to me that might bug me or throw me off during my race. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> (I know, I know, I'm weak, I'm soft, I'm working on it.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dear other racers, <br />
It's not that I'm anti-social I just don't want to talk to you. Thanks for understanding, <br />
Sincerely, Adrienne</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Travis thought it was funny so he took a picture. I think it's hilarious. Can't you tell by my face?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sadie knows what I need. She makes her way into my arms. </div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If this little 2 year old could be surgically attached to my hip I think she would live happily ever after.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"> Spotted my friend Julie who is also running this race. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">....and alligator? They had his mouth tied shut and let the kids pet him. Yay for animal cruelty and kids keeping their hands!</td></tr>
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Like I said I started out in the near back and the first few miles were okay and I was just going with it. I was checking the watch to make sure I wasn't going too fast but I also wasn't trying to slow down too much and just let the energy carry me the first few miles. I was also working on trying not to hyperventilate and get myself too worked up mentally. I think I did a good job with that. I used <a href="http://coachdeanhebert.wordpress.com/">Coach Dean's 3 R's</a> A LOT during this race and this was one of those times. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Realize</span> if your off task, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Regroup</span>, and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Refocus</span>. The first 2-3 miles of a race and last 2-3 always seem to be the hardest. This race was no different. The middle miles were great. I don't remember too much about them so that is a good thing for me. Since this race is in honor of London who lost her fight to cancer and the $$ they earn from the race is used to help local families in the community who have children who are battling cancer they had all these signs along the way with pictures of the kids and little sayings like "You can do it!", "Thank you for running!", "Keep going", "Hold on", "Be Strong". Of course this immediately made me get emotional and I had to use the 3 R's again. The first half of the race I honestly tried not to look too long at the posters because it would have taken my emotional energy and unfortunately I knew I wouldn't have any to spare. The second half of the race I looked forward to these signs. There really are so many hard things we all must face in life and running a half marathon isn't really on the list but it was inspirational that these families are so strong and move forward even if they have to say goodbye to loved ones and that is so much harder. I digress. <br />
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So after the Gu, no Gu, dilemma I was thinking I had 2 miles left and was concerned because my right knee was starting to hurt and I was tired. Then I almost lost it. Another one of those signs came up. It was a picture of <a href="http:/www.londonsrun.org/">London's</a> family all together with her and I literally choked up and my mind went immediately to <a href="http://nonracerunner.blogspot.com/2010/09/red-rock-relay-and-cherry-on-top-award.html">Kaylee Ann</a>. It took me several seconds to pull myself together after that one. I just started chanting, Realize, Regroup, Refocus over and over. I swear, I'm such a freak! My husband says my "emotions" and "caring for people" is one of my best qualities but I say "I'm trying to run over here stupid emotions!" Next thing I know I see a sign saying Mile 12. What? I only have one more mile not 2? Yes! I must have missed the Mile 11 somehow and maybe that is why I was feeling so slow and thinking I wasn't going to make my goal. (Yes I have a Garmin but I was looking only at current pace and overall pace and wasn't paying attention to mileage or time)<br />
I then checked my watch for time and I knew I was going to make my goal and I was a little stoked by that but wanted to see how much I could beat it by and tried to push harder but my legs were done listening to me. They stayed at the same pace they had been going the last mile or two which was about a 10:45/11:00 pace. The first 8 or 9 miles I was averaging a 10:20 pace so I was hoping the speedier at first would make up for the slower at the end. My brain also stopped working. I kept thinking I needed to run 13.6 miles instead of 13.1. I don't know why, I guess I was getting delirious. I kept saying things to myself like "just 4 more laps", when really I only had 2 (if I was on a track, which I wasn't but anyway). I saw my husband and the finish line and I saw he had a camera and I tried to look like I was running super fast and not shuffling but like I said my legs were done so these pictures are as good as it gets. I also tried to smile and wave.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I hit my stop button as I crossed the line. My goal was to try to come in around 2:30 but I was thinking my slower later miles and my "good as I could do right now, but not quite what I wanted training plan" was going to bring me in a little later but.......I came in at 2:20:28! <br />
<div style="text-align: center;">And I had the best fan club to meet me at the end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnkxo7y1HBvvSnZEc9deDJ4cmgdKqbPxXB8QGLPZA44dMLifAR_G0Gg9Lb0IVcTI14O6WkgJ8cdtt8J9SdQ5kUSDeTnOWLIvOQ73GjHi_-bSWU2OhvG_y5VQVAHJGxhxum8loni6nako/s400/P1292753.JPG" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you to my family for all your support, especially my husband Travis for joining me for all my long runs and Landon for watching the little ones so much so mom could get her training in AND of course all my peeps out there in bloggy land for all your kindness and words of encouragement. They mean so so much.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy running (and Racing),</div><div style="text-align: center;">Adrienne</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-52116563612713292802011-01-27T12:52:00.000-08:002011-01-27T12:52:18.172-08:00Warm feelings and What could possibly go wrong with racing?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the things I love about being a mother is sometimes late at night when the house is still and everyone is sleeping I hear the pitter patter of little feet. They are always coming at a sprint to "my side" of the bed. Little hands reach up and out for mama and I instinctively lift them up and over and they snuggle up in the crook of my arm and are instantly back to sleep. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The other night this happened and as I was falling back to sleep I felt all warm inside....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">WAIT, WAIT, HOLD ON</span>, that's not something warm on the inside that is something warm on the outside. Travis must have felt the warmness as well because in a synchronized swimming type movement we both did a "up and out" type dive and then he stumbled for the light. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">TOO LATE</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our dear offspring was still sound asleep in the middle of our bed with a wide circle of pee surrounding them. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">AWESOME</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quick "washcloth" bath and change of PJ's later the little one was warm and asleep again in their own dry bed. Travis snagged the available spot on the other "big" bed with one of the kids and I was left sleeping in a sideways U turn position for the rest of the night with the lovely smell of the urine/clorox quick cleaned mattress. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">$40 of dry cleaning later all is well with the world again.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More Pre Race thoughts:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got an "urgent" email from the Race director about some changes in this Saturday's race course.</span><br />
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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dear 1/2 Marathon Participant,
Due to forces out of our control, we have had to change the 1/2 marathon course at the last minute. The course is still USATF certified and has been checked and double checked for length accuracy. We appreciate your patience in this matter!</span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My 1st thought: "Oh great, they have turned the 1/2 marathon into a full one and made it all uphill."</span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I clicked on the link to check out the new course and this is what I found.</span></span></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now I realize I'm not a seasoned runner but good grief this route seems a bit of a loop de loop. Actually it's perfect. Jacked up course for a jacked up racer.</span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> "Put your right foot in, put your right foot out, put your right foot in then run a mile or two then shake it all about......"</span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hey, whatever works. Even with the changed route I think things should go well as long as I don't run into any of these problems these other runners had.</span></span></pre><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Happy Running and good luck to all those Racing this weekend.</span></span></pre><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Adrienne</span></span></pre>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-72944020342326543192011-01-25T10:09:00.000-08:002015-01-20T16:16:42.296-08:00Moving from Clueless to finding answersI know from the title many of you are assuming this post is going to be about our good friend <a href="http://bqordie.blogspot.com/2011/01/venus-and-mars.html">"Bob"</a> and his attempts to ask out the girl at the gym but unfortunately for my readers it's just about me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one hot Toga Dude! For the record I tried to go out with this guy but he turned me down. So what if I have 4 kids and I'm happily married. He had his chance.</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Realization:</span><br />
It has come to my attention that I am completely clueless about racing. I guess being the Non Race Runner can do that to you. Saturday will be my first official 1/2 marathon race for me. <a href="http://nonracerunner.blogspot.com/2010/11/londons-race.html">London's Run</a>. I came up with a great training plan several months ago when I signed up for the race and after about 3 weeks into the training plan I adjusted the training plan to be more in sync with the realities of my life and now here I am just a few days out from race day. <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Racing</span>:<br />
This morning I read Chicago runner <a href="http://www.midwestmultisportlife.com/">Kovas's</a> post on <a href="http://www.midwestmultisportlife.com/2011/01/why-do-we-race-part-1.html">Why do we Race</a> and I found myself asking myself, "Why are you running on Saturday?" I want to run the race yet I feel apprehensive about it at the same time. It's definitely uncomfortable for me to run races. I try to present myself like a strong, confident person and yet racing is a tough one for me.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Example:</span><br />
I've never run in an official 10K race before. I've signed up for one, paid my money, I showed up, and when everyone lined up at the starting line and the gun went off, the racers went one way for 6.2 miles and I went the opposite way for 16 miles. True story. So why did I do that? Why was it so much more stressful for me to be in a 6.2 mile <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">race</span> than a 16 mile <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">run</span> on my own? <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Rewind to 2 days ago.....</span><br />
I have the opportunity to volunteer on a regular basis for different things in my community, kids schools, and church. Sunday night I held a meeting in my home for a banquet that I'm heading up that is coming up in 2 weeks. Everyone at the meeting is there on a volunteer basis. We had our meeting and I thought everything went well and felt good with things being prepared and organized for the banquet. Later that night I got an email from one of the volunteers expressing how they were unhappy about the meeting and the words/thoughts they expressed were directed towards yours truly. Funny, I thought things went well. So after getting this email I went back through the meeting in my head and suddenly I became aware of all these little things that could have gone better or maybe I should have done differently. So after one email I now feel like the meeting was a failure. Nothing physically had changed except perhaps my perception because of somebody else's opinion. <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Others Evaluations:</span><br />
I think I'm getting closer to answering Kovas's question about why I race. Stay with me here.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">A little history:</span><br />
The first race I ran was a marathon. I didn't have a clue about running. I signed up, found a training plan and did my best. There were many things I could have done better and differently but at the end of the race I had accomplished the goal I set out to do. Finish a marathon. I was happy and proud of myself. Later others would ask me about the race and I had several people that felt the need to tell me all the things I could have done better and should have done differently. So I had a great experience with my first marathon and then it turned into a bad one, nothing physical had changed except my perception. This seemed to happen with following races. Eventually I became the "Non Race Runner" because I was tired of other people "ruining" racing for me.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Observations:</span><br />
Back to my little meeting experience. I thought about this for a while (longer than I should have) and decided to take a closer look at things. I'll give you the short list of what I discovered.<br />
#1 All things that needed to be accomplished at the meeting were accomplished.<br />
#2 Did I do the best that I could? Yes.<br />
#3 The person that sent the email has a history of "complaining" or being "frustrated"<br />
My new conclusion: The meeting was a success and it's unfortunate that someone chooses to look for the faults instead of the successes. I can't do anything about that.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Putting yourself out there:</span><br />
I love runners. They are generally positive upbeat people. We all come from different backgrounds, belief systems and types of families but we all have a common interest in running. Some are fast, some slow(er), some skinny (with rockin abs), some not so much. But we all rally together for each other. But even in our little running blog world there are the ones that like to give their little jabs. I'm not talking about the jabs in jest between friends but the "real" jabs that are meant to hurt. <br />
You know the ones, like how <a href="http://royalpitatoias.blogspot.com/2011/01/remember-me-queensryche.html">EMZ isn't a real runner</a>? HA! Seriously?<br />
Or I seem to remember a lot of stabs directed at the funny and talented <a href="http://twentysixpointtwoormore.blogspot.com/">SUAR</a>.<br />
Or how about the anonymous emails that some of us bloggers get saying they won't follow us anymore because "You're a mormon". Those are always fun. (Funny, I don't remember asking you to follow in the first place.) <br />
I'm sure there are many more out there that you personally have maybe experienced that I don't know about but those are a few examples that come to my mind right away.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Point is....</span><br />
There are always going to be these types of people in our life. EVERY ASPECT OF OUR LIFE. We still have the power to choose what to do with them or with what they throw at us.<br />
I've been hiding behind the name Non Race Runner because I thought other people were "ruining" my races but I just need to learn how to better deal with these kinds of people in all aspects of my life. <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">FINALLY--the reason I am going to race:</span><br />
In case any of you are still reading you can learn the reason why I am going to start racing more. It's because I want to get better--pretty simple. Running is great but racing pushes you to do more than you would do on your own. At least in my case. I have a lot to learn and I've enjoyed running but I want to get faster and stronger (especially mentally) and I haven't been able to do that with just "running" so I need to do something more and racing more is part of that plan. I have to learn that other peoples opinions are not going to determine what I do AND more importantly how I feel about what I do. <br />
When you put yourself out there you are going to get stomped on sometimes. Hopefully it is unintentional most of the time but the reality is that sometimes it is very intentional. Remember the good things of why you do things and throw away the bad things.<br />
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So with that said I'm going to need a new name to my blog. I was thinking about changing it to "Busy mom of 4 kids doing the effing best I can and if you don't like it than you can kiss my friggin A** you stupid stupid dum dum head!" But that may be a tad too long.<br />
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Since I haven't said enough already here is a closing thought:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">"Sometimes the kindest thing you can say to somebody is the unkind word you don't say" </span><br />
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I feel I shouldn't close this post without giving some advice to my friend "Bob". Maybe it's cliche but I want to tell him to just be himself. Any girl that takes a minute to get to know "Bob" will fall head over heels for you. Put yourself out there. You never know what will happen.<br />
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Happy Running Everyone!<br />
Love the,<br />
BMO4KDTEBICAIYDLIYCKMFAYSSDDH<br />
(formerly known as NRR)Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-5093948584689731432011-01-12T15:59:00.000-08:002011-01-13T08:22:16.953-08:00The Stylish Blogger Award<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BtwNGg634XLHoLLatMDbVu-7jC1pRJXH6MRXBydEcLZn49KiM-z8-rVxAonUlCBjpXQgdxoyBDHwm6hrScDjg3HQbapqkC9ny8dfo8wevDYJsq_CivVDWcCix747N7R2YxftcWcJsBc/s1600/sba_award_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BtwNGg634XLHoLLatMDbVu-7jC1pRJXH6MRXBydEcLZn49KiM-z8-rVxAonUlCBjpXQgdxoyBDHwm6hrScDjg3HQbapqkC9ny8dfo8wevDYJsq_CivVDWcCix747N7R2YxftcWcJsBc/s400/sba_award_thumb.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><br />
I was nominated by <a href="http://bqordie.blogspot.com/">Chris K over at BQ or Die</a> for the Stylish Blog Award and I'm not sure whether I should take this as a compliment or insult. After all he did pass up the <a href="http://bqordie.blogspot.com/2010/12/weekend-colorado-style.html">lime green shirt that Jill</a> suggested while he was in Colorado and in my closet you will find this<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Before I get into the 7 things about me can I just quickly note that my 5th grader has been learning about the metric system in school and if the course doesn't end soon I may just lose my mind. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Everyday it's:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Hey mom how many grams in an ounce?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">How many quarts does it take to fill a 40 gallon tub?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">How many miles in a kilometer?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Does a $5 bill weigh 1 gram or 5 grams?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Dear Landon, I'm American! I don't care! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Thank goodness for Google. What did mom's do before google?</span><br />
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Okay, here are the 7 things about me you never wanted to know :)<br />
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1. I'm a Cub Scout Pack Trainer for the Boy Scouts of America.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Cub Scout Motto:</span> Do your Best<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">My Motto:</span> It's easier to build a boy than fix a man. <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">My other Motto:</span> If at first you don't succeed. Try doing it the way your wife told you to in the first place.<br />
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2. I usually make sure my kids make their beds and have clean rooms but I just shut the door to my room. :)<br />
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3. Friendships are important to me. Sometimes they take work and that's okay.<br />
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4. I was voted "Miss Clear Creek" by my 5th grade class at our overnight cabin trip because I brought candy and it was against the rules. I was a rebel, even way back then. Teachers were not happy I won. Hahahahahahaha! In your FACE!<br />
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5. I'm one of three leaders in my church over the children's organization (called Primary) this takes up a lot of my time but that's okay. It includes around 90 kids ranging in age from 18 months to 12 years old. I. LOVE. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. THESE. KIDS. (Now you know what I do when I'm not blogging or sitting on the couch eating <s>bon bons</s> healthy snacks.)<br />
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6. I'm really bad about answering texts or calls from my cell phone. My cell phone is for me to call YOU <s>not for people to bug me when I'm out.</s> This really bugs my husband and mom. It took me a year to set up voicemail on my cell phone. Again, it's about me, not you. But feel free to call me anytime. :)<br />
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7. I was a little offended that Chris K referred to the other Adrienne as "a damn fast one" and me as "the damn funny one" so that is basically like saying I have a big butt? Wow, thanks. So I'm the girl at the club with the "sparkling personality?" " Nice face?" "Beautiful on the inside?" So I did what any girl would do and clicked on <a href="http://psychorunnergirl.blogspot.com/">Adrienne the damn fast one</a> to check her out and HOLY SHNIKES he wasn't kidding! She has a 5:32 mile and a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;">Marathon: 3:05:20. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Okay, I'll stick with damn funny<s> because what choice do I have.</s> Your forgiven Chris, I'll keep my sparkling personality.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">So now to tag people:</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">1. Check out my friends new blog at<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"> </span><a href="http://alwaystrainingtrio.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Training Trio</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">. </span>(there are 3 of them so it counts for 3 tags)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">2. See above</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">3. See above</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">4. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">New friend Reid over at</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://lifestrides.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Life Strides</span></a></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">5. Janice over at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><a href="http://www.runningfarstrong.blogspot.com/">Run Far and Strong</a></span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><a href="http://www.runningfarstrong.blogspot.com/"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">This just in!! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Hey mom, would you use Kilometers to measure the state of Kentucky? </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">No Landon, I would use google to measure the state of Kentucky. TGFG!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well as you know I'm the Non Race Runner and last Saturday it showed. I showed up for the <a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/">FYTO</a> race and was happy to see my running camp buddy <a href="http://lazybonesrunning.blogspot.com/">Christina, the Lazy Bones Running</a> and also meet my friend Emily also known as <a href="http://royalpitatoias.blogspot.com/">EMZ</a>. Even though I hadn't met EMZ in person I felt like I knew her through blogging and emails. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEb_2NBT_3UEaEfpiikLgBAvBjlZs-vfZhGdFYPu4H08m8Od_dLhcndLFX2bSO7jQPFE8rFo1rNf_To-rQ7LGBKSmJVugLr_Vr9hRfB9OBGhevxlt8U1dTnWZqIwL_1noRzwUz62VB90/s1600/P1082610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEb_2NBT_3UEaEfpiikLgBAvBjlZs-vfZhGdFYPu4H08m8Od_dLhcndLFX2bSO7jQPFE8rFo1rNf_To-rQ7LGBKSmJVugLr_Vr9hRfB9OBGhevxlt8U1dTnWZqIwL_1noRzwUz62VB90/s400/P1082610.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I guess I was really excited--hence the lovely face.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, the reason my non race running experience showed so much is my time-- 31:10, good grief. I started out way too fast. Like at 8 min mile speed and then after a couple of minutes I noticed this and pulled back from the crowd but I pulled back too much. Should have slowed to a 9:30 pace but it was more like a 10 ish pace. Now we all know that <a href="http://royalpitatoias.blogspot.com/">EMZ</a> could have taken home the blue ribbon but we were running together and were chatting the whole way. Deep Deep conversation that you all only wish you could have heard...(.and learned from). The good news is since this was my 1st ever 5k it's a PR. So remember the above number because I likely won't.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpqcaChQ5KKrrNmOtKS-XU00NxtwkMXV31UycrppGyQOu5tlIjvwc9H8PRc3DRaxusNQlbIJcta2N7GomRa8pQkQdQLai8vHXB4tqRbgwbzAZypobs77eXJ0B6R6PhwJR_yzYYtved74/s1600/DSCF4548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpqcaChQ5KKrrNmOtKS-XU00NxtwkMXV31UycrppGyQOu5tlIjvwc9H8PRc3DRaxusNQlbIJcta2N7GomRa8pQkQdQLai8vHXB4tqRbgwbzAZypobs77eXJ0B6R6PhwJR_yzYYtved74/s400/DSCF4548.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the picture below notice the hot guy on the left all in black? That is my husband Travis. He is such a good sport to run this race and the FYTO race actually counted as our "date <s>night</s> morning" for us. (Yes, old married couple) I heart him. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrNMiAhdaCT-CiutS1x1fW3fxZ0zUN4vz63gFpvs-vbkLqf83iy0tE5n-7BC-KoQ_zHciLY8V9aTGJpott4pw0N4d75Pp6RWaQ6FkNHilTFeUKCsNHIZyUIDgHJxjD9Yj_n2sMkjmR8k/s1600/DSCF4540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrNMiAhdaCT-CiutS1x1fW3fxZ0zUN4vz63gFpvs-vbkLqf83iy0tE5n-7BC-KoQ_zHciLY8V9aTGJpott4pw0N4d75Pp6RWaQ6FkNHilTFeUKCsNHIZyUIDgHJxjD9Yj_n2sMkjmR8k/s400/DSCF4540.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here they are, the top 4 finishers.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So Travis is the mystery man you've all been seeing behind Adam. He almost caught <a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/">Mr. Boring</a> but this time Adam is the victor. Note to Adam: He's coming for you!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDO0JTZdwQbWkqKRapQZ-qjHeJh6yxqeDy0kVlG_6Ahxt3KoHPVNMyGnt6_Vdgl_dewsnaogLXqRX2hu4LYjFpAXZEBfJNIz6lkFe8SkE65ZfLzITGyr5H2Ud2bCe97JQD999G2IOopY/s1600/IMG_1815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDO0JTZdwQbWkqKRapQZ-qjHeJh6yxqeDy0kVlG_6Ahxt3KoHPVNMyGnt6_Vdgl_dewsnaogLXqRX2hu4LYjFpAXZEBfJNIz6lkFe8SkE65ZfLzITGyr5H2Ud2bCe97JQD999G2IOopY/s400/IMG_1815.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't you love Adam's BIG smile and then Travis's face is like "why are you taking the picture with me behind!" </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I asked Travis after the race if he and Adam talked while they were running. He looked at me funny like I was an idiot and said..."uh, no".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> So as the Non Race Runner I did learn a lot from this little race. If you want to have a good time it's probably best to keep the legs a churning, the lips buttoned and pay attention to your time more. So if I had to do it all over again I obviously wouldn't change a thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks to <a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/">Adam</a> and <a href="http://runninglaur.blogspot.com/">Lauren</a> for organizing this. It was great to meet you and it was a fun race.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks to everyone for all the goodies and it was so great to meet all of you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks to <a href="http://royalpitatoias.blogspot.com/">EMZ</a> for freezing to death while I yapped your ear off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Running,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adrienne </div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-47996264003186235742011-01-05T15:56:00.000-08:002011-01-05T15:58:09.754-08:00An Old Married Couple and FYTO Race PreviewWe are an old married couple. Here is the proof.<br />
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In case you don't know I'm one of the lucky ones that gets to run the <a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/2010/12/freeze-your-thorns-off-virtual-5k-jan.html">FYTO</a> race in person. I sort of forgot about it until I got this email a few days ago from <a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/2011/01/reminder-giveaway-freeze-your-thorns.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Adam over at The Boring Runner</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">.....</span><br />
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<div style="line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">You are receiving this email because you are currently signed up for the 1<sup style="line-height: 14px;">st</sup> annual</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">Freeze</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">Your</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">Thorns</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">off 5K! Below are the race details and final instructions. Note that packet pickup, including race bibs, will start promptly at 7:30am and will close at 7:35am.</span></div><div style="line-height: 17px;"><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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<li style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">What: 3.1 miles of the most fun you can have while wearing clothes</span></li>
<li style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Where: Papago Park, Tempe AZ</span></li>
<li style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">When: Saturday January 8<sup style="line-height: 14px;">th</sup> – 7:30 am packet pickup, 7:35 gun time</span></li>
<li style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Why: Because I said so</span></li>
<li style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">How: A combination of horse steroids and fairy dust</span></li>
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</div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">I’ve attached two pictures that should help you plan your perfect PR race.<span style="line-height: 17px;"> </span>First, the parking directions – the Google map directions are from the 202 and Priest.<span style="line-height: 17px;"> </span>Since not many of the roads are marked, I’ve tried to give as much detail in the picture as possible.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">Second, the race course itself.<span style="line-height: 17px;"> </span>The course will be 90% paved canal (suitable for bike riding….EMZ’s peanut) <span style="line-height: 17px;"> </span>9.5% botanical garden roads, and 0.5% botanical garden.<span style="line-height: 17px;"> </span>(You need to make a quick turn through 2 feet of gravel to get on the canal – no big deal).</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"><b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;">So that I can get an accurate count of participants, please RSVP via email to confirm your attendance.</b> Everyone is welcome to attend. In fact, I've received a few comments of other bloggers who are curious if they can attend in real life too, so I will keep everyone posted!</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">I’ll have my phone with me, so feel free to give me a call with any questions on race day – ***-***-****.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">Love,</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">Your friendly neighborhood race director"</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;">*****************************************************************************************</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">SO then I went to talk to Travis.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Hey, remember that race thing I told you about a while ago?</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: Huh?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: You know my blog friend "The Boring Runner"</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: (half laugh) ya, he's funny.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: ya, ya, well remember I told you he was doing a virtual race thing except for those who live around here we are going to meet to do it together "real life".</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: And....</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: It's Saturday.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: Okay</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: So your going to run it with me too.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: (paying more attention now) Huh? Wait, what was that again?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me : (Repeat conversation up to this point)</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: So how long is it? </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Just a 5K. It's called Freeze your Thorns off. Get it? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Arizona-Cactus-Thorns-Cold?</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: (No comment just looking at me)</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: So where is it.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Someplace clear down in Phoenix, like an hour from here.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: When is it.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: 7:30 am</span> </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: 7:30 in the morning and it's an hour away?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Ya</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: Why are we doing this?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Because it's for "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Anyone who is everyone" and we are someone. I think he meant to say "everyone who is anyone" but he has a newborn so the process has started so that by the time his son is in 5th grade he won't be as smart as him. (okay I didn't really say all that)</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: So what are we going to do with the kids?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Landon can watch them.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: I'll just stay home and watch the kids and you go.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: No way, I've never even met these people in real life, what if they are a bunch of weirdos.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: Who all is running?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: I don't really know. I think EMZ will be there and obviously</span><a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/2011/01/reminder-giveaway-freeze-your-thorns.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"> Adam</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: So <a href="http://royalpitatoias.blogspot.com/2011/01/abc-jackson-5.html">EMZ</a> is the one that likes to pack heat, machine gun style and <a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/2011/01/reminder-giveaway-freeze-your-thorns.html">Adam</a> is the one who is constantly making sexual innuendos and likes to post naked pictures of himself online?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Ya, that's them.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: They seem perfectly normal, you'll be fine.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">(This is the part that shows we are an old married couple because he has no concern about my safety)</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: You're going.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: okay, whatever </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Oh, and I need you to win</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: What?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Ya, because I am SO not going to win. So if you win and I'm last then really it's like were middle of the pack (this is how marriage works in my mind) </span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Still Me: These people are crazy runners. Really fast. And they run like 40+ miles a week or something like that.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: How fast do they run?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Oh, I don't know, don't worry about that. Anyway, I'll print you out the google map because the course isn't really marked so hopefully we won't get lost.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: The course isn't marked?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: No, it isn't a real real race. Just a real virtual race, ya know, just for bloggers and friends.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: Why are we going again?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: (Ignoring his question) So I guess just remember where we park and if we get lost we'll just meet at the car eventually. Oh ya, looking at the map it doesn't look like a loop. It looks like a straight out course.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: Not a loop!? How do we get back to the car.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: I don't know. I guess it might turn into a 10K for us.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: So just so I'm clear. We are getting up around 6 am on a Saturday to drive an hour to somewhere to run a race that isn't a "real" race just a "real, virtual race" on a course that isn't marked so we might get lost and it's not a loop so we might have to run back to our car after the race, with people who might be weirdos but run really fast and I'm suppose to "win" even though they run way more than me all while leaving out kids home?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Me: Uh, huh. Should be fun.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Travis: Aren't you "The Non Race Runner"?</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Adrienne: I know, it's getting complicated.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Wish me (us) luck! I'm (we're) going to need it.</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Happy Running,</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Adrienne </span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">NRR</span></div></div>------------------------------------------------------Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-39593472124812452752011-01-03T12:58:00.000-08:002011-01-03T12:58:25.944-08:00Stop blogging for a minute already!!<div><div style="text-align: center;">I have this friend that I adore and we don't live near each other so every now and then I'll pick up the phone and give her a call to say hello. An hour after I've said Hello I add my only additional words of the conversation which are something like this, "well it was so great to talk to you, we'll talk again soon, take care, Goodbye". Yes, she talked the whole time and I didn't get a word in edgewise. It's okay though, I know this about her and I like to hear what is going on in her life. Do you have friends like this? If not, then you are likely that friend. I think I blog in the same way.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Which leads me to ask...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you a "checker then a poster" or a "poster then a checker?"</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm definitely a blog "checker then a poster." I do have great and witty things to post about I just don't always get to them (If you could read my mind you would be laughing your head off ) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I log on and spend all my time enjoying reading everyone's blogs and then by the time I'm ready to post my hilarious, attention catching, informative words of wisdom, it's time to go do something else.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well not today! So listen up ! </span></b> </div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">(Just kidding-it's really nothing exciting I just wanted to sound dramatic. Did it work?)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Catch up. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas Eve reading some Christmas stories and THE Christmas story from The good book.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW00tfTEeOvno-7cituY4qyJWllQod2TweFJksPDR7WQyWF-f6kmrQBgOlAHybdB9IWriWcuPeLsILfogyzqITnhsOLTDH9n82Wp-KSveYTkVUhEHkMyETEDMr57bRrVjdO-muw7Zpa2E/s1600/PC242489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW00tfTEeOvno-7cituY4qyJWllQod2TweFJksPDR7WQyWF-f6kmrQBgOlAHybdB9IWriWcuPeLsILfogyzqITnhsOLTDH9n82Wp-KSveYTkVUhEHkMyETEDMr57bRrVjdO-muw7Zpa2E/s400/PC242489.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Followed by the traditional opening of one gift from mom and dad that are always pajamas!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKgwhwHh81elu2snXx7yC00pzJyg5EnTfFhpysUDGH5kKHtk-7TRM7zNykEEsCGHihiI1y782z7t6UZFbLKkyIoD4L0LoKOfN2uzgJi5b8Lm8o5W-rbvmSg-Vmn2b-IDOFZVhzDybea0/s1600/PC242497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKgwhwHh81elu2snXx7yC00pzJyg5EnTfFhpysUDGH5kKHtk-7TRM7zNykEEsCGHihiI1y782z7t6UZFbLKkyIoD4L0LoKOfN2uzgJi5b8Lm8o5W-rbvmSg-Vmn2b-IDOFZVhzDybea0/s400/PC242497.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Before you knew it's 5:30 am on Christmas morning and the kids were checking out their loot. I'm thinking Santa only went over the list once and not twice or they wouldn't have made out so good.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkkdBQ0GYCTqSp3g7wh3Ahz8ndYySxGaprkUyZ-NG3L5sG-ETy2gSkfxrjM0abcWmi-bN_aBb4Dp1xkb2XbAs1zQN5rVHedEUulmT6xAa_-DrBCUOf42XhO72YymFWkDjb67ab0Fj68A/s1600/PC252504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkkdBQ0GYCTqSp3g7wh3Ahz8ndYySxGaprkUyZ-NG3L5sG-ETy2gSkfxrjM0abcWmi-bN_aBb4Dp1xkb2XbAs1zQN5rVHedEUulmT6xAa_-DrBCUOf42XhO72YymFWkDjb67ab0Fj68A/s400/PC252504.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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This should help with the running.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpWMgBxfG2TP-c46tsn0SAT6RNe5g6SuduZTk1Dgktyja81NalCfJ0tJX4LNkv5g6YOotOSngsfPSa2Q8a1izqZXYXKsFnIhZi_JIJX-zuthPxvWiSwfCGDMoFw_fBW4OyjmfFlxJadE/s1600/PC252522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpWMgBxfG2TP-c46tsn0SAT6RNe5g6SuduZTk1Dgktyja81NalCfJ0tJX4LNkv5g6YOotOSngsfPSa2Q8a1izqZXYXKsFnIhZi_JIJX-zuthPxvWiSwfCGDMoFw_fBW4OyjmfFlxJadE/s400/PC252522.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">but there was also TOO, TOO, much of this....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwhOJSHYZ4VbGKy4LWfAXqFEGlDiWwCYHsjEHEVx8vq9okEPtTTfR_LXIG_cTXYiNPyO0WNpbA4Gh3_SuBulrJrbJbkZCZ3p3gKNojG4M6E_e6E1cqw02V3or1OfmEPBs4xfeHti-NWo/s1600/PC252541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwhOJSHYZ4VbGKy4LWfAXqFEGlDiWwCYHsjEHEVx8vq9okEPtTTfR_LXIG_cTXYiNPyO0WNpbA4Gh3_SuBulrJrbJbkZCZ3p3gKNojG4M6E_e6E1cqw02V3or1OfmEPBs4xfeHti-NWo/s400/PC252541.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Favorite gifts for mom are usually from the kids. Recorded piano song from Landon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOj-hqXHdxjyYyueacda87vo9I72VO7LaJ3xTfHelsRj8P4gNN6BkAmume7ztIOZysk3rzA13MUrrPlpJ_Z0n5IRoQcSfHkUsKFkEubXS-1hs-vHsqYZcvnp8sKq4I0xYc8lqG-pNRvkA/s1600/PC252554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOj-hqXHdxjyYyueacda87vo9I72VO7LaJ3xTfHelsRj8P4gNN6BkAmume7ztIOZysk3rzA13MUrrPlpJ_Z0n5IRoQcSfHkUsKFkEubXS-1hs-vHsqYZcvnp8sKq4I0xYc8lqG-pNRvkA/s400/PC252554.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Snowman picture frame from Reece man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCf-RLWHTmvppZTOGe-OzU21DaioYT7pMcJXirbVvk0gnBEnFpAuLuNrhSwiffi9Z6Frksf9oSu7YCWfyP06c6g6Al98hyphenhyphenQSQXfJAzrl-vdLtI7O2unMLnfDTd16o7u1YtiV4InUxd8kA/s1600/PC252556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCf-RLWHTmvppZTOGe-OzU21DaioYT7pMcJXirbVvk0gnBEnFpAuLuNrhSwiffi9Z6Frksf9oSu7YCWfyP06c6g6Al98hyphenhyphenQSQXfJAzrl-vdLtI7O2unMLnfDTd16o7u1YtiV4InUxd8kA/s400/PC252556.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">uggg, there it is again.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhhfGgvrgdg7NAUTQyL9EaEqZiZPSkJtB2h7U_BBvUiVLuO7syY6PKDANQHCRhC51J2LtuovnlHk7M7iDRkyUdBiyM8ISyqYe4I7X-62-GHOuTy-ObIr2r2Ns-RaNKM0zloozdO-Us2A/s1600/PC252559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhhfGgvrgdg7NAUTQyL9EaEqZiZPSkJtB2h7U_BBvUiVLuO7syY6PKDANQHCRhC51J2LtuovnlHk7M7iDRkyUdBiyM8ISyqYe4I7X-62-GHOuTy-ObIr2r2Ns-RaNKM0zloozdO-Us2A/s400/PC252559.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Travis and I gave the kids a play set for Christmas so right after presents Dad and crew got busy building it. (Sorry for you cold weather dwellers, it was nice and sunny Christmas day)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjngKJGej0HSWqIRMEQ9p743bewwKW2O4lt9I44PEovgxvzukQkZpFSQ0jBxNNyLZR8aY56Ing5uA5QyIF3aiNutj-hWf1wh7Ksy1bqb4HaaWGfc_cHc6PStZMon8CWzpxBIy_bOqv7Ow/s1600/PC252562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjngKJGej0HSWqIRMEQ9p743bewwKW2O4lt9I44PEovgxvzukQkZpFSQ0jBxNNyLZR8aY56Ing5uA5QyIF3aiNutj-hWf1wh7Ksy1bqb4HaaWGfc_cHc6PStZMon8CWzpxBIy_bOqv7Ow/s400/PC252562.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By the end of the day it was done. Travis does not mess around. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTyYMLP9igFwaMQZPiQtnQTfbhrtAWo3aEqV7IMQ52HmvRDyNKjJBLsU0Z6qISl42zblfnAVrrYhLL88tXtLOFrLbwca4NrmlJrV9sAkvWpRB_6QQ5djFAmTagc1gkCpfIE9krnsxxfU/s1600/P1012603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTyYMLP9igFwaMQZPiQtnQTfbhrtAWo3aEqV7IMQ52HmvRDyNKjJBLsU0Z6qISl42zblfnAVrrYhLL88tXtLOFrLbwca4NrmlJrV9sAkvWpRB_6QQ5djFAmTagc1gkCpfIE9krnsxxfU/s400/P1012603.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Which is good because the next day he had to put together his present.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPrXXkZsTOsvwMGZIJRJtw9L82ja6Nrck1nsRqlPwrEg0NwMbY6pVkDVrLqu349Gd5z0E5kzwdplJA3F1kMZ-zF6o1t_mwdUTY1IIM8aCi-3GAuDELfkXhI0_mGuvzHM0fYSDfcDmLug/s1600/P1012601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPrXXkZsTOsvwMGZIJRJtw9L82ja6Nrck1nsRqlPwrEg0NwMbY6pVkDVrLqu349Gd5z0E5kzwdplJA3F1kMZ-zF6o1t_mwdUTY1IIM8aCi-3GAuDELfkXhI0_mGuvzHM0fYSDfcDmLug/s400/P1012601.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">December 31st Travis joined me for my 7 miler (after he had already played basketball for 2 hours that morning) It was really nice to have his company for the run. Jasper was also along for the run. Don't mind him in this picture. I think he saw a squirrel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZ8fgxlckOCDXBhvmHHcisTzOxAyHmgWSt9vfQmi4yXjIkFKkW78xqUX3aYrYCLRtQWrnxb_Xd5jMfrW2kVzaKcctwIp2q4WAdl6JPph0jsQtJFhJ36uIJgnU9Sv1S1SbKHxSDuQUymY/s1600/PC312576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZ8fgxlckOCDXBhvmHHcisTzOxAyHmgWSt9vfQmi4yXjIkFKkW78xqUX3aYrYCLRtQWrnxb_Xd5jMfrW2kVzaKcctwIp2q4WAdl6JPph0jsQtJFhJ36uIJgnU9Sv1S1SbKHxSDuQUymY/s400/PC312576.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've run outside more in the last 2 weeks than I have in the last few months and it has been invigorating. I forget how much I enjoy it. I know because of my life and the little ones I'll have to hit the treadmill again now that Travis is back to work and the older kids, also known as the free babysitters, are back in school but I'm going to make more of an effort to get outside.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> New Years Day Travis and I wrote our own personal goals and helped the kids write some goals for 2011, along with family goals. I think between the 6 of us we should be good. We try to keep it simple around here, be happy they weren't written in crayon okay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGi8vA2jxI-b4HYDlpGxyuB5eoW7XLIqP4xXNQvQtJwyKswyoDHXODOhtfdH_fsanCaQcalLI0jLQwyrsIYulHIGwIp3fJDgU0ApHHvmnlMcaSKStnf5xGInt2OSr2-jyTGvWrIk_qYk/s1600/PC312579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGi8vA2jxI-b4HYDlpGxyuB5eoW7XLIqP4xXNQvQtJwyKswyoDHXODOhtfdH_fsanCaQcalLI0jLQwyrsIYulHIGwIp3fJDgU0ApHHvmnlMcaSKStnf5xGInt2OSr2-jyTGvWrIk_qYk/s400/PC312579.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here are mine, feel free to read them if you can decipher my handwriting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOcfORDbJchtUhOwMfnw21-cZX7rT-JKKyza65lH70Vvh1WIoBPiuCpmL4XaIGbe2bH-KtD_yJjJg-iHsGlWGaJCumQAfJPcEwETDVbLUuO0WU10vANM34TUAqaUVhANvGgl32aq9kAc/s1600/PC312581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOcfORDbJchtUhOwMfnw21-cZX7rT-JKKyza65lH70Vvh1WIoBPiuCpmL4XaIGbe2bH-KtD_yJjJg-iHsGlWGaJCumQAfJPcEwETDVbLUuO0WU10vANM34TUAqaUVhANvGgl32aq9kAc/s400/PC312581.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Then it was on to the partying! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNG7GPlNOcoLWaYJzMsibM1P_l9nO-3DkiXxeBkTXTpaThIBH7__iMLoJy4i51Z8xYzdadGMOYeiM62_bdd41bww8WHrry6XIRVRvmXMbwLqmLRXtkbBMdWUBfm2KqmhPRGtQyXpBE1Js/s1600/PC312582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNG7GPlNOcoLWaYJzMsibM1P_l9nO-3DkiXxeBkTXTpaThIBH7__iMLoJy4i51Z8xYzdadGMOYeiM62_bdd41bww8WHrry6XIRVRvmXMbwLqmLRXtkbBMdWUBfm2KqmhPRGtQyXpBE1Js/s400/PC312582.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It was actually cold here in Phoenix which you've likely heard from other Phoenix area bloggers so we whipped up some hot chocolate and got out the blankets.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKzVaupLReytgbhSO-y7SQWcZOMpDFKksAYvC7fC4FrAdKaInMsMYzU1REJMolHtRzTbSAJjZOHAU2-eR6BLYDb6r5iVDaicmSwmHTTvSzcBTJ2DBGejP1XxCH_6MO-jZ1s5UquaxtK4/s1600/PC312583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKzVaupLReytgbhSO-y7SQWcZOMpDFKksAYvC7fC4FrAdKaInMsMYzU1REJMolHtRzTbSAJjZOHAU2-eR6BLYDb6r5iVDaicmSwmHTTvSzcBTJ2DBGejP1XxCH_6MO-jZ1s5UquaxtK4/s400/PC312583.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmMhORoZ8FuV7n8n8G640Fmo4VP-LCvFvkDSah9AEcUTlAFhBquryO_6mpkOFknf0ecYjP-Nkj3G-cB325XsL6wKiDvj2IlmF10l6N6iB8z1aPXjq91Gvp7bw4NBh4Gfv_A2yWwsT6cA/s1600/PC312585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmMhORoZ8FuV7n8n8G640Fmo4VP-LCvFvkDSah9AEcUTlAFhBquryO_6mpkOFknf0ecYjP-Nkj3G-cB325XsL6wKiDvj2IlmF10l6N6iB8z1aPXjq91Gvp7bw4NBh4Gfv_A2yWwsT6cA/s400/PC312585.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Oh ya! Happy New Year Baby!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOaDeGts-MF2paw9GdtBGnE4kvLNV5OsarRpfA9Y6v_G8DhNrLhka0_KwrCoG03QJDGZl88AFleqte1y5d2yrIpV5tlCPoQajHoPTxQhWyyOD7QhP2SEAjyurmJplw4mHWol87wbZT1e4/s1600/PC312594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOaDeGts-MF2paw9GdtBGnE4kvLNV5OsarRpfA9Y6v_G8DhNrLhka0_KwrCoG03QJDGZl88AFleqte1y5d2yrIpV5tlCPoQajHoPTxQhWyyOD7QhP2SEAjyurmJplw4mHWol87wbZT1e4/s400/PC312594.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> In addition to the above festivities we did some of this....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSE0j2KtbZxpXM6CcItfc0oEcxlwwUykrVAQcwdVc0rfTJzLIagKaaGZTf4aXODRavqfQWZ4Ccp84dIwohnwWVv-LchtEzAyDDcEvhmiLYhDj2ZRpG0wXy9GMV8vyUDYRuxgOIyYK4Yhw/s1600/PC272567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSE0j2KtbZxpXM6CcItfc0oEcxlwwUykrVAQcwdVc0rfTJzLIagKaaGZTf4aXODRavqfQWZ4Ccp84dIwohnwWVv-LchtEzAyDDcEvhmiLYhDj2ZRpG0wXy9GMV8vyUDYRuxgOIyYK4Yhw/s400/PC272567.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Caught one of these....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VytPX31ikpqBSl_LL5WOCMeqHDIgMxPVZ9CdtlEtkcICs5g_CaoIhGnHELO0PT_Mok1-FSD5zvxybN9BBhXpPgBbpTPMYsJ8wtf_qPtJ4C1Qd2rKaGPoLNFHSetOonQhQ1UyPJ-Jwlw/s1600/P1012599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VytPX31ikpqBSl_LL5WOCMeqHDIgMxPVZ9CdtlEtkcICs5g_CaoIhGnHELO0PT_Mok1-FSD5zvxybN9BBhXpPgBbpTPMYsJ8wtf_qPtJ4C1Qd2rKaGPoLNFHSetOonQhQ1UyPJ-Jwlw/s400/P1012599.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Made and delivered (and ate) lots of this...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj74HlUR641LbJoDAdMwG3ZT4PRYwW-s_S3kXQswrWYSfa-GWvDE2jNOKdF3GqLQh5n6Da79AhpT46Z6MO19sPpiH2JCIgM4u1t7Br6dI0wJTxexDK8zy6nSldvo2xg5DAi7zPCTjzbE4/s1600/PC182479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj74HlUR641LbJoDAdMwG3ZT4PRYwW-s_S3kXQswrWYSfa-GWvDE2jNOKdF3GqLQh5n6Da79AhpT46Z6MO19sPpiH2JCIgM4u1t7Br6dI0wJTxexDK8zy6nSldvo2xg5DAi7zPCTjzbE4/s400/PC182479.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Played too much of this.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWFI7_o3LpvtBrL_QRloGSf6fxcgZfi5jKqrWfwtxgQc-LESLSnovPt7yIy9pCsl5CU4KuFY2yQLlo7Pjxoe4_PEsFFu9aQEn6RFv9pKIj0D6szPziJLnzLDTJSkHQw_l4vtqjWS7D94/s1600/PC292571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWFI7_o3LpvtBrL_QRloGSf6fxcgZfi5jKqrWfwtxgQc-LESLSnovPt7yIy9pCsl5CU4KuFY2yQLlo7Pjxoe4_PEsFFu9aQEn6RFv9pKIj0D6szPziJLnzLDTJSkHQw_l4vtqjWS7D94/s400/PC292571.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Missed lots of these.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVG5EmIPBjyaYACNvofvHm53DM1ofPY28mdQaozsAAiUfxqybk44n4lnAVTWzbFaSeHk6bEjK3Eai3XOov35kk5ujG1A9phkVeIH_IGv6y0ce4FJNX3ITQj0tVI28t_PbiAU2Y8XqfIb8/s1600/PC292573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVG5EmIPBjyaYACNvofvHm53DM1ofPY28mdQaozsAAiUfxqybk44n4lnAVTWzbFaSeHk6bEjK3Eai3XOov35kk5ujG1A9phkVeIH_IGv6y0ce4FJNX3ITQj0tVI28t_PbiAU2Y8XqfIb8/s400/PC292573.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And I'll leave you with one of my favorite new pieces</div><div style="text-align: center;">THIS</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RsZO6IKX4nfU2QwH0Kjh2BOjozWCwhpbMQp-Y3q3nHoZCZocHDZd0LRJ9lcqIWBfmMdIvJka4lv1S6ysFUt-gRgQe4pnBYy4T1kbZy8I62rLfXmtJC2gYlyIar6_MfF-UW1LmSyA3Go/s1600/PC292574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RsZO6IKX4nfU2QwH0Kjh2BOjozWCwhpbMQp-Y3q3nHoZCZocHDZd0LRJ9lcqIWBfmMdIvJka4lv1S6ysFUt-gRgQe4pnBYy4T1kbZy8I62rLfXmtJC2gYlyIar6_MfF-UW1LmSyA3Go/s400/PC292574.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy New Year and Happy Running!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adrienne</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(You may now continue on with the blogging)</div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-10544484734269196542010-12-23T07:02:00.000-08:002010-12-23T07:16:22.373-08:00Thank You Chris, Neil, Ana-Maria and Jill! YTB.Preface<br />
Have you ever felt like you were having an "affair" when you were blogging? Like you have to sneak down before everyone in your family wakes up or stay up late at night and quickly check others posts or write a quick post yourself because the minute they wake up they get really annoyed with you if you are on the computer. I love blogging and reading others blogs but it can be addicting and sometimes sucks me in.<br />
(I don't know if that even made any sense)<br />
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Moving on<br />
There are several people I want to Thank so I'll just get to it<br />
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Remember that Poster Contest <a href="http://bqordie.blogspot.com/">Chris K</a> and <a href="http://becauseallthecoolkidsaredoingit.blogspot.com/">Barefoot Neil</a> had awhile back? Well I won! Neiner Neiner! It took me a while to choose what photo I wanted because we all know Neil has some AMAZING photos but I finally settled on this one.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kKmSOP7RzOknZr-nDc2FAKmXju2SFvMGQv4oEcUqnYafT_y-QxkQDQ1vMScP3cJxey3siZlrjHkxzBo8qGKidd0ZHjnp2_xqfjViHEB_vmRdONQE-ss0D1zramvP4ePT8nmmB-C5Ois/s1600/PC212486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kKmSOP7RzOknZr-nDc2FAKmXju2SFvMGQv4oEcUqnYafT_y-QxkQDQ1vMScP3cJxey3siZlrjHkxzBo8qGKidd0ZHjnp2_xqfjViHEB_vmRdONQE-ss0D1zramvP4ePT8nmmB-C5Ois/s400/PC212486.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I loved this picture because it reminds me of where I grew up. In front of my house there was a huge field where all the neighborhood kids played all day every day. When I saw this on Neil's blog that is what it reminded me of. So call me a sentimental sap if you must but I love it. Thank You. And thank you to <a href="http://bqordie.blogspot.com/">Chris K</a> for putting it on canvas and mailing out to me. Soon it will be in a frame and up on the wall.<br />
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Bloggy Secret Santa<br />
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The other day I received this in the mail and it was very exciting!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhW0QQYUNZ7vcj106z1puUgMUKg3bqJGs14Tje-1FOQfckVtUkTMdZnsM0rbDBxO7xbgmLDbaeASBfzSQ-kfHYNAObNX0v5OP0734Qwj0eVZ1PnFtrPfKWXfwTtu2G-yr6NL3D-5W8B8/s1600/PC212485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhW0QQYUNZ7vcj106z1puUgMUKg3bqJGs14Tje-1FOQfckVtUkTMdZnsM0rbDBxO7xbgmLDbaeASBfzSQ-kfHYNAObNX0v5OP0734Qwj0eVZ1PnFtrPfKWXfwTtu2G-yr6NL3D-5W8B8/s400/PC212485.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My secret Santa was <a href="http://runningliving.blogspot.com/">Ana-Maria</a> over at <a href="http://runningliving.blogspot.com/">RunningLiving</a> so Thank you, Thank you for the CD. It's actually perfect for me because I'm terrible at updating my Ipod and I do a lot of treadmill running at home when the kids are doing other things and I need to be able to hear them so I can put this on in the background and still enjoy some tunes and hear the littles running around. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of littles I can hear them starting to stir to get out of bed.....crap, I better hurry. One last Thank you to <a href="http://www.runwithjill.blogspot.com/">Jill</a> for putting this whole gift exchange together. It was super fun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy Running and Happy Holidays,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Adrienne -NRR</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">**Just checked my email and look what I found!!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">"Thanks for shopping at </span><a href="http://athleta.r.delivery.net/r?2.1.3Lv.2lb.11UWOm.C74UAw..N.DAH4.24q.bW89MQ__CNKSFKa0" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">athleta.com</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">. <br style="line-height: 14px;" />Your order </span><b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">#14D85SH</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"> has been shipped and should arrive by <u>Jan 04, 2011</u>." </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">January 4th!!! WTH!! Crappers. I am the worst Bloggy Secret Santa ever. I think I might need to break Jill's rule and send my blogger buddy and email to let them know I haven't forgot about you it is just going to take way longer to ship than I thought. So if your the only one out there that hasn't gotten a gift yet, so sorry.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">**Okay, email sent with my head hung in shame.</span></div>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-11775059746687749282010-12-22T11:50:00.000-08:002010-12-22T11:50:12.628-08:00A run like Jamoosh! Finally!I'm guessing many of you follow <a href="http://lastmilelounge.blogspot.com/">Jamoosh</a> over at the <a href="http://lastmilelounge.blogspot.com/">The Last Mile Lounge</a> and it seems that all of his latest posts have been about how wonderful his runs have been.<br />
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To quote:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> "I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">was a well-oiled machine, moving easily and fluidly and may as well been at the altar of the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><em>Running Gods</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">(apparently small animal sacrifices are paying off)."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">He has a way with words that Jamoosh and I've been wanting a run like this and haven't seen one of these runs for several weeks/months. Until today.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">The schedule said it was to be a 4 mile tempo run at 10 min. per mile pace. I realize this is a warm up for a lot of folks out there but I know my limits. My life allows me to run 3 times a week and my race that I'm training for is "just" a half marathon but I'm okay with that. I really am. I'm not going to let my ego talk me into doing something that really is out of reach right now and then end up maxed out at all ends and forgetting why I run in the first place. This will be my 1st official half marathon as opposed to my <a href="http://travisandadriennejensenfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-for-run-and.html">unofficial half marathon</a> and after today I'm excited.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">I borrowed my husbands Garmin again and realized I'm starting to like these things. I'm realizing that I really need to listen to <a href="http://coachdeanhebert.wordpress.com/">Coach Dean's</a> advice and stop mixing up my expectations with my goals because I AM reaching my goals and yet even then will somehow tell myself "it's not good enough" because somehow my expectation wasn't met. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Goals can be measured and expectations usually cannot. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Example of Expectation: "I want to have a good run" ---How do you measure this?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Example of a Goal: "I want to run 4 miles and maintain a 10 minute per mile pace or faster"--Easily measured.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">It's obvious this is a lesson I learn and relearn over and over, and over and over.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Run ended with a 39:27 for a 9:52 pace. Which is my fastest 4 miler in a while. Yay me.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Do you confuse your expectations with your goals? Something to think about.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Happy Running </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">NRR</span></span>Adriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556293095167946066noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8357841863441198418.post-9257880491827678282010-12-19T21:26:00.000-08:002010-12-19T22:01:10.418-08:00"Just Kickin' it"Next time the Non Race Runner decides to train for her yearly race and schedules it to happen right after the holiday season feel free to kick her in the head. <br />
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Apparently that was not the best idea I've ever had. Training has been going well.......mmmmmm.......errrrrr. I have been running, yes but it's been pathetic. The plan has gone from setting a PR, to enjoying the race, to just getting through. Okay, I'm not quite to the just getting through phase but I feel it lurking around every corner. I've hardly had time to make any witty comments on others blogs let alone captivate you all with my own <s>bullcrap</s> intuitive blog posts. Please forgive me. If I don't blog again until after Santa arrives I wish you all a Merry Christmas! <br />
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I leave you with a recent running experience. I was in San Diego last week for a few days (no I didn't meet up with <a href="http://bqordie.blogspot.com/">BQ or Die</a> because he ditched me for his "training" schedule because he is so hardcore <s>or some other bogus reason</s>) but I did have a chance to go for a run on my own. I started off on the hotel treadmill and after a mile and a half it dawned on me that I was in the city without my children on my hip/leg/lap/arm and I could run outside!! Who would have thought?! So I exited the building and introduced myself to the great outdoors of running once again. I had a lovely 6 mile run along the harbor and saw the sights of San Diego. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCsEFoOcDfU33duFnYmHZlCkbnIw2yOChHhFw2DMVieYmk3V2P5SWK45Gs3DsEKXaLQsMCRWgFJFiTgjywaCTM3g40NWlCAG9IqyHzyrcr5CslPJjXp73prsFag1pmfD1Cb1rmJa9q-U/s1600/images-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCsEFoOcDfU33duFnYmHZlCkbnIw2yOChHhFw2DMVieYmk3V2P5SWK45Gs3DsEKXaLQsMCRWgFJFiTgjywaCTM3g40NWlCAG9IqyHzyrcr5CslPJjXp73prsFag1pmfD1Cb1rmJa9q-U/s400/images-2.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well I saw two sights of San Diego. The Harbor and the USS Midway. The other day I was in town I spent the entire day in bed, ordering room service and reading a book. It was awesome. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here are some songs my kids have been singing. They thought these were the actual words. I don't know why I think it's so funny.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Eminem by Reece (4 years old) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, to take the stairs, everybody, come take my hand"</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Silent night rendition by Landon (10 Years old)<br />
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"Silent night, Holy night, all is calm all is right, Round young imbecile tender and mild" </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div>Hope you are all enjoying this time of year with your family and loved ones. <br />
Once again Happy Holidays!<br />
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