<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787</id><updated>2012-01-26T07:48:30.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Run...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>375</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2446121055401525831</id><published>2012-01-25T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:25:09.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk...Butt Crack Rash</title><content type='html'>One of the most common searches that hit my blog from the Internet is a&amp;nbsp;post I wrote&amp;nbsp;with the words&amp;nbsp;'butt crack rash'. For some reason or another, I can't find it in my blog anymore. But anywho..it was simply about having a rash after a marathon I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;previous&amp;nbsp;blog I simply touched the surface (ewww...) on the subject and didn't go into too much detail as to why I had it. I thought I would clarify since there were so many hits on this subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...before some of you get too excited...this is butt crack rash pertaining to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;running&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the rash you obtain from the friction of your booty. This is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;for great insight&amp;nbsp;into symptoms&amp;nbsp;or treatment for other reasons to have butt crack rash pertaining to STD's or other undesirables.&amp;nbsp;But...if you are&amp;nbsp;needing information on that subject, I know&amp;nbsp;just the person to get you in&amp;nbsp;touch with.&amp;nbsp;Her name is...That calls for a real &lt;strong&gt;ewww&lt;/strong&gt;...Be careful out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for running butt crack rash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a rash you obtain&amp;nbsp;from the friction of clothes against the body. This is due to the repeated back and forth motion on your skin&amp;nbsp;for a long distance over a sustained period of time on skin that is not used to that type of friction. Depending on what your body is used to, rash can occur at any distance your body is not accustomed to. It can&amp;nbsp;also take place if you have some new garment&amp;nbsp;against the body that again, your body is not familiar with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help alleviate this,&amp;nbsp;I use Vaseline or Body Glide in this particular area to cut down on the friction. Again, for those lubing up in this area for any other reason besides running...this is not your blog. Snicker...Snicker. But for running long distances...this works. I also Vaseline&amp;nbsp;my feet/toes and&amp;nbsp;around the bra line area. This will really help from becoming chafed in these areas on&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...be sure not to glob on too much. I once mentored a girl who told a story of such:&lt;br /&gt;I ran my 18 miles on the trails. After my run, I went to the grocery store in my running clothes to pick up a few things. As I stood in line at the checkout stand, I had a lady lean over and whisper to me as she was pointing to the back of my pants. She proceeded to tell me that I 'may have an issue'. I'm sure she was thinking maybe I had started my period. As I was getting ready to tell her, 'no...it's from the Vaseline I slapped on my ass (for running this morning)'&amp;nbsp; I decided against it and&amp;nbsp;thought it would be&amp;nbsp;better for her to think I had started my period instead of lubing my butt with Vaseline before 10 am on a Saturday morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly...this story isn't mine. But it cracks me up every time I think about her telling the story. Lesson learned. Don't glob too much or it will soak through your clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there you have it. &lt;br /&gt;Got butt crack rash (from running)?&lt;br /&gt;Vaseline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2446121055401525831?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2446121055401525831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-talkbutt-crack-rash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2446121055401525831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2446121055401525831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-talkbutt-crack-rash.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk...Butt Crack Rash'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-4421185300776703</id><published>2012-01-18T14:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:18:35.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathon Bahama Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first night in Nassau we decided to walk down to eat dinner on the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zAfp6rWqjMA/TxceCjUSbTI/AAAAAAAABSk/RNBbEcuH9bw/s1600/DSC03451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zAfp6rWqjMA/TxceCjUSbTI/AAAAAAAABSk/RNBbEcuH9bw/s320/DSC03451.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo from the highest point on the island at one of the forts near the Queen's staircase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0p3DKg-y2P8/TxceZMfh3tI/AAAAAAAABS0/quW546zlQSg/s1600/DSC03469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0p3DKg-y2P8/TxceZMfh3tI/AAAAAAAABS0/quW546zlQSg/s320/DSC03469.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from our room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was perfect as the&amp;nbsp;races started right outside our door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3M36a-1sozo/Txceed6GXQI/AAAAAAAABS8/rCMvE8EsaZs/s1600/DSC03474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3M36a-1sozo/Txceed6GXQI/AAAAAAAABS8/rCMvE8EsaZs/s320/DSC03474.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32lU0Vtlv-A/Txceit6wwNI/AAAAAAAABTE/Lyc8ojnTq1E/s1600/DSC03480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32lU0Vtlv-A/Txceit6wwNI/AAAAAAAABTE/Lyc8ojnTq1E/s320/DSC03480.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished the half marathon, I walked down to the beach to do a little leg soaking in some cool, salty water to ease the pain of not training. Then I went back to the hotel room, got cleaned up and came back to sit on the beach waiting Doug's arrival in from the marathon. Not a bad place to hang out if I must say myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zaJ6pNt9F4/TxcemJkchBI/AAAAAAAABTM/_Ek8u9VUHYM/s1600/DSC03478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zaJ6pNt9F4/TxcemJkchBI/AAAAAAAABTM/_Ek8u9VUHYM/s320/DSC03478.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug just steps away from the finish line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great job babe on yet another marathon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2PoWok50w4/TxcepAn2tpI/AAAAAAAABTU/pT584F6z0iU/s1600/DSC03482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2PoWok50w4/TxcepAn2tpI/AAAAAAAABTU/pT584F6z0iU/s320/DSC03482.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzcwtUK7nxs/TxceugSYuqI/AAAAAAAABTc/U9ayyN3wj-g/s1600/DSC03484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzcwtUK7nxs/TxceugSYuqI/AAAAAAAABTc/U9ayyN3wj-g/s320/DSC03484.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBqLK6LAxv0/TxceyvMrUoI/AAAAAAAABTk/xeNRony9dP8/s1600/DSC03489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBqLK6LAxv0/TxceyvMrUoI/AAAAAAAABTk/xeNRony9dP8/s320/DSC03489.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm0au06J7tI/Txce2WCc0mI/AAAAAAAABTs/QD5z0ZvHb3A/s1600/DSC03496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm0au06J7tI/Txce2WCc0mI/AAAAAAAABTs/QD5z0ZvHb3A/s320/DSC03496.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, yes, I think I would like a fruity drink. How about two, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB5PG6m3wtk/TxcfAIClZ9I/AAAAAAAABT0/831w3beo9mM/s1600/DSC03502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB5PG6m3wtk/TxcfAIClZ9I/AAAAAAAABT0/831w3beo9mM/s320/DSC03502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bartender on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6M-rNMx1Hk/TxcfDcF9dLI/AAAAAAAABT8/Myi0P9PqVy4/s1600/DSC03504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6M-rNMx1Hk/TxcfDcF9dLI/AAAAAAAABT8/Myi0P9PqVy4/s320/DSC03504.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nEqoc_lUO3c/TxcfGd9JjXI/AAAAAAAABUE/_klXaY6O7jE/s1600/DSC03505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nEqoc_lUO3c/TxcfGd9JjXI/AAAAAAAABUE/_klXaY6O7jE/s320/DSC03505.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might just get by without seeing any hair braiding, but no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7l1zOhngtyw/TxcfPkeqbAI/AAAAAAAABUM/Y4hjpnsok-s/s1600/DSC03509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7l1zOhngtyw/TxcfPkeqbAI/AAAAAAAABUM/Y4hjpnsok-s/s320/DSC03509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A good time was had by all at Senor Frogs...balloon hats (you'll have to visit Doug's blog for that picture)...free shots...I think Doug had an equivelent of three shots at one pouring...dancing...we even met some people from Ogden, Utah. One of our favorite marathon destinations. It just so happened that one of the guys we met helps put together the marathon. Small world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This guy is making up some ceviche for us. Yumm...it was delish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoU8nJG9CFI/TxcfVADvJcI/AAAAAAAABUU/M0WjPgeQxEQ/s1600/DSC03511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoU8nJG9CFI/TxcfVADvJcI/AAAAAAAABUU/M0WjPgeQxEQ/s320/DSC03511.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfz9WZ-dzIQ/TxcfcE3MKTI/AAAAAAAABUc/rh3oMJNX7eM/s1600/DSC03513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfz9WZ-dzIQ/TxcfcE3MKTI/AAAAAAAABUc/rh3oMJNX7eM/s320/DSC03513.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efv7RyuWCes/Txcfi4QLQbI/AAAAAAAABUk/X6Db59tIiws/s1600/DSC03515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efv7RyuWCes/Txcfi4QLQbI/AAAAAAAABUk/X6Db59tIiws/s320/DSC03515.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uD5YogRvfe4/Txcfnx7O4GI/AAAAAAAABUs/m_XSXcmafn4/s1600/DSC03516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uD5YogRvfe4/Txcfnx7O4GI/AAAAAAAABUs/m_XSXcmafn4/s320/DSC03516.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...warm sun...palm trees...the ocean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zG9S03P7LUY/TxceTOBjKEI/AAAAAAAABSs/BiY0OkW7AnM/s1600/DSC03524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zG9S03P7LUY/TxceTOBjKEI/AAAAAAAABSs/BiY0OkW7AnM/s320/DSC03524.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohh...so to the race then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was put on really well. I think this was their 3rd year and I was rather impressed. It was a small field, not a crazy amount of people. Water stops were handled very nicely. The volunteers were great. The course was almost all along the beach (at least for the half marathon). The best part was Doug running the first 9 miles with me before the half marathon course split from the marathon course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...they had drawings. You had to be present to win, so as I sat on the beach soaking in the sun, talking to new friends I'd made, I heard them state they were drawing for the grand prize...a two night stay to Atlantis and dinner for two at Bobby Flay's restaurant. Might you guess whose number was drawn? &lt;br /&gt;Mine! &lt;br /&gt;Whoot! Whoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-4421185300776703?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/4421185300776703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2012/01/half-marathon-bahama-mama.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4421185300776703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4421185300776703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2012/01/half-marathon-bahama-mama.html' title='Half Marathon Bahama Mama'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zAfp6rWqjMA/TxceCjUSbTI/AAAAAAAABSk/RNBbEcuH9bw/s72-c/DSC03451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-894890974601780574</id><published>2012-01-07T07:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T08:48:33.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what beach this is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what day this is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if I've packed enough clothes to wear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJgjzq9BiSc/TwhNzny2fHI/AAAAAAAABSc/nSrUicErvKs/s1600/nassau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 231px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694887278060928114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJgjzq9BiSc/TwhNzny2fHI/AAAAAAAABSc/nSrUicErvKs/s400/nassau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The words I'll be singing later this week as Doug and I head to...the Bahamas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Kansas weather has been outstanding thus far this year and we've been very fortunate. However, I'll be happy to trade the barren trees, brown grass and dry itchy skin for some sand between my toes, palm trees and the taste of salt water on my tongue from the ocean breeze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We signed up for the marathon months ago, thinking that would kick start my running. Why, oh why, don't I learn my lesson? It didn't work. Days...weeks...months came and went. And...nothing. So...I'm going to run to the half. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know how...And I don't care!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's to sun...sand...surf...and running&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-894890974601780574?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/894890974601780574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/894890974601780574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/894890974601780574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJgjzq9BiSc/TwhNzny2fHI/AAAAAAAABSc/nSrUicErvKs/s72-c/nassau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5620532892842447666</id><published>2012-01-01T15:57:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:00:55.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What better way is there to ring in the New Year than with great friends and the love of your life? How about meandering home early after the New Year rings in to grab a couple hours of Zzz's in order to wake up to a beautiful, sunny, 39 degree morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To. Go. For. A. Run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very refreshing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cleanse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly what this girl needed to start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought it was somewhat hokey to 'start fresh' on New Year's. Why not have started it last week or a month ago? Well...for whatever reason, I haven't been able to get my booty in gear for running. I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; about it every day. Every day. But didn't have the 'umph' to get myself out the door. I am praying, after today's run, that has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to the sun shining. Doug by my side. The two pups sprawled all over our king size bed, obviously needing more room, made me smile as I crawled out from under the covers, feeling excitement and ready to start the day. A new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWotnRxasPg/TwDbpNh19GI/AAAAAAAABR4/nztLPcijkLM/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692791430049035362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWotnRxasPg/TwDbpNh19GI/AAAAAAAABR4/nztLPcijkLM/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The parking lot is packed as we pull in to the parking lot for the New Year's Run. How fun! There were over 250 people out to run this morning...the die hards, mom's with their strollers, the peeps you see at every race you attend, new faces, families and friends. Along with the sun beaming down, warming my face, seeing everyone out today warmed my heart.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone takes off to travel their own distance at their own pace. This isn't a race, just a fun run. Laughter and chatter fill the sun kissed air. The smiles, head nods, hello's, the sweat, the burn, the sun...makes me crave another mile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this. &lt;/div&gt;I really love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5620532892842447666?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5620532892842447666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5620532892842447666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5620532892842447666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWotnRxasPg/TwDbpNh19GI/AAAAAAAABR4/nztLPcijkLM/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-7311139570591814915</id><published>2011-03-12T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:32:17.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's 4 Mile Run</title><content type='html'>What a great run!&lt;br /&gt;A 10 am start.&lt;br /&gt;We were even able to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect. Blue skies, cool 50 degree start.&lt;br /&gt;We ran into a few of Doug's running group at the start of the race.&lt;br /&gt;Look at all of us in our&lt;a href="http://www.fivetrailshalfmarathon.com/"&gt; Five Trails Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt; shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling like dooty lately with a cold that really brought me down.&lt;br /&gt;Even at the start I was still debating on running. I decided, why not.&lt;br /&gt;I could run it.&lt;br /&gt;Or walk it.&lt;br /&gt;Or crawl it.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was going to take.&lt;br /&gt;And I did.&lt;br /&gt;And it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Really...It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were around 4 thousand people that ran this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo many silly costumes.&lt;br /&gt;There were teams chained together 5 and 6 people deep running as centipedes.&lt;br /&gt;It was great to hear people laughing, singing and cheering people on.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl throwing out candy to children-as if she was in a parade. Just good times all the way around.&lt;br /&gt;This was my first year running this event and I would love to run it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of Doug's team pre-race&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HuIBYcOwwuU/TXvv709oK7I/AAAAAAAABRU/XWGPD3FXy0U/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583319974164310962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HuIBYcOwwuU/TXvv709oK7I/AAAAAAAABRU/XWGPD3FXy0U/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6uSeuqXDCho/TXvv7nzQhoI/AAAAAAAABRM/YBWl7kGPBss/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oscar the Grouch. Yes...he was really there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7DpsWjjXGI/TXvv7I4wLdI/AAAAAAAABRE/eHRD8o-0KGE/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583319962332704210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7DpsWjjXGI/TXvv7I4wLdI/AAAAAAAABRE/eHRD8o-0KGE/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug...post-race at McCoy's standing proud, letting everyone know HE is the coach of the Five Trails Half Marathon program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0s-R7TZ2Zw/TXvv60Qd7zI/AAAAAAAABQ8/cm2uUZHq3qY/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583319956795027250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0s-R7TZ2Zw/TXvv60Qd7zI/AAAAAAAABQ8/cm2uUZHq3qY/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best thing to do after a race. Eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McCoy's macncheese and to wash it down...Ginger Shandy and Bloody Mary's. Whoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-7311139570591814915?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/7311139570591814915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-4-mile-run.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7311139570591814915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7311139570591814915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-4-mile-run.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s 4 Mile Run'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HuIBYcOwwuU/TXvv709oK7I/AAAAAAAABRU/XWGPD3FXy0U/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6220299262148014165</id><published>2011-03-06T09:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:26:22.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Dash 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you have a best friend when:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You call her up the day before a race and ask her if she wants to run it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And she says YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are fully aware it's going to be freezing outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And she still says YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had a smile on her face the whole race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And you can't even feel your face cuz it is so stinkin' frozen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is the kinda best friend I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njOHPYmiKTw/TXOv8Bi5C8I/AAAAAAAABQM/h1WAoF2tXFM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580997808983968706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njOHPYmiKTw/TXOv8Bi5C8I/AAAAAAAABQM/h1WAoF2tXFM/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the blue sky and that smile. You would never guess the windchill was 9 degrees and the wind was craziness! The smile froze on Karen's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCUd9-6pViw/TXOv8_0QFWI/AAAAAAAABQc/NUjt_OCu-No/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CN7BdKhbZs/TXOv8fcQs2I/AAAAAAAABQU/4otFB-SQvhM/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580997817009222498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CN7BdKhbZs/TXOv8fcQs2I/AAAAAAAABQU/4otFB-SQvhM/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best part about our Diva Dash...breakfast afterwards where we were able to catch up on girl and best friend things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCUd9-6pViw/TXOv8_0QFWI/AAAAAAAABQc/NUjt_OCu-No/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580997825699779938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCUd9-6pViw/TXOv8_0QFWI/AAAAAAAABQc/NUjt_OCu-No/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Karen. I asked her to a 5K where they had cute shirts and look at the cute medals below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I signed us up too late. They have to re-order shirts as they ran out. And we were gabbing too much to care about our time, by the time we crossed the finish line, they had run out of cute medals. No worries, they are ordering more of those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RMuUD1jZNU/TXOxVvvG9mI/AAAAAAAABQs/CWUxwUKMVTA/s1600/diva%2Bdash%2Bmedal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580999350391600738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RMuUD1jZNU/TXOxVvvG9mI/AAAAAAAABQs/CWUxwUKMVTA/s400/diva%2Bdash%2Bmedal.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast. Yumm...Biscuts and gravy. Egg wrap and potatoes. The best part though...warm doughnut holes with strawberries and pineapple on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES...I'm aware it was a 5K. This wasn't simply just my breakfast, Karen and I split. Even at that, I'm certain we consumed more calories than we burned. Oh well! It was worth every bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWA_C0Mykig/TXOv9NcKkiI/AAAAAAAABQk/9xHfcIgWWBM/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580997829356851746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWA_C0Mykig/TXOv9NcKkiI/AAAAAAAABQk/9xHfcIgWWBM/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6220299262148014165?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6220299262148014165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2011/03/diva-dash-5k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6220299262148014165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6220299262148014165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2011/03/diva-dash-5k.html' title='Diva Dash 5K'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njOHPYmiKTw/TXOv8Bi5C8I/AAAAAAAABQM/h1WAoF2tXFM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3343301823071590100</id><published>2011-02-05T11:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:38:40.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RunFolio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doug and I collect a lot of things from our runs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Beer Glasses from the race itself or from a local brewery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Medals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Race Numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we have **&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;** too many of each considering there are two of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beer glasses are stored away downstairs in the bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Medals are displayed nicely downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Race numbers are stored in a messy drawer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until Now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I made a nice little RunFolio to display our bibs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now...I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a crafty winch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At All. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In any way shape or form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But...I honestly think I did a pretty darn good job considering I suck at any kind of crafts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hardest part was sorting the bibs...Doug's from mine. Then sorting out when/where/what race the bib was from. Some are easy cuz they have your name/race/date. Some have zilcho-just a number. We have a few stragglers but for the most part they are properly in place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take a look at my masterpieces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TU2HsfghFxI/AAAAAAAABPE/v9N-Udf5gD4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570257512569050898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TU2HsfghFxI/AAAAAAAABPE/v9N-Udf5gD4/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Amanda's. She is the one that started me thinking about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TU2H7MuuuSI/AAAAAAAABPU/mG3SzWHi-hw/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570257765226428706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TU2H7MuuuSI/AAAAAAAABPU/mG3SzWHi-hw/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Doug's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TU2H6n9mqQI/AAAAAAAABPM/JTzw4ZHeDIY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570257755356702978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TU2H6n9mqQI/AAAAAAAABPM/JTzw4ZHeDIY/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the bib numbers inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TU2KM_WQ5jI/AAAAAAAABPk/W6wQmmezu3A/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570260269895050802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TU2KM_WQ5jI/AAAAAAAABPk/W6wQmmezu3A/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So now when we come home for a race, we just need to add each bib to it's proper RunFolio. Easy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so proud of myself. I'm such a big dork! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3343301823071590100?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3343301823071590100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2011/02/runfolio.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3343301823071590100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3343301823071590100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2011/02/runfolio.html' title='RunFolio'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TU2HsfghFxI/AAAAAAAABPE/v9N-Udf5gD4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8068759663904379712</id><published>2011-02-01T09:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:50:18.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami Half Marathon...Warming the Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpha9peGI/AAAAAAAABO0/najlB2W5b3U/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I look outside my window today at blizzard conditions while sitting in my flannel p.j.'s and enjoying my warm coffee as I take a snow day from work, I look back at where I was just yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568737494668073250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUghPzkW2SI/AAAAAAAABNU/bg5VZOSRgzs/s400/025.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I met Amanda at KCI before the butt crack of dawn Friday morning as we boarded a plane to Miami. Once there, we rolled down the windows in the car, wind blowing through our hair as we headed to the expo to pick up our packets and peruse the goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below we are working on our form for race day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgjeeRn4ZI/AAAAAAAABNs/_j5JXYYaLM4/s1600/180568_10150398673515570_522450569_16912901_470794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568739945673646482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgjeeRn4ZI/AAAAAAAABNs/_j5JXYYaLM4/s400/180568_10150398673515570_522450569_16912901_470794_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was no clubbing this trip. But we did party it up by laying at the pool several times, practicing outdoor yoga, headed to bed by 9pm every night, stopping off at the beach and my favorite...seeing a couple manatees! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUglVw0Ob2I/AAAAAAAABN8/J87wSCR-Nfg/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568741995055050594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUglVw0Ob2I/AAAAAAAABN8/J87wSCR-Nfg/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUglVUB5dRI/AAAAAAAABN0/NOO1vLYoIfo/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568741987327767826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUglVUB5dRI/AAAAAAAABN0/NOO1vLYoIfo/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda striking a pose at our outdoor yoga class. Absolutely amazing. The weather could not have been more perfect. The blue sky, a slight breeze and 72 degrees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been to a yoga class where they played anything but zen type music. Here they played music from 'Let's Get It On' by Marvin Gaye to 'Rock With You' by Michael Jackson. It was so so so so awesome, especially since 'Rock with You' is one of my all time favorite songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides the fact that I haven't practiced yoga in like, ummm...ummm...three months...I knew I was in a world of hurt. But the pain didn't set in until they told us we were going to do 108...YES...108 Sun Salutations! OMG! Hello! I am supposed to be running a half marathon the next day. Well, at least I have something to blame my time on, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgmKKGwuMI/AAAAAAAABOM/8NtFyHlSgMY/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568742895196879042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgmKKGwuMI/AAAAAAAABOM/8NtFyHlSgMY/s400/011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After yoga, w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpha9peGI/AAAAAAAABO0/najlB2W5b3U/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e replenished ourselves with some coconut water and headed upstairs for a nice view where we saw, yet, another manatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpha9peGI/AAAAAAAABO0/najlB2W5b3U/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568746593393932386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpha9peGI/AAAAAAAABO0/najlB2W5b3U/s400/018.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now...for race day. It was the perfect morning. Low 50's, low hummidity. The sun. The ocean. Not sure what more I could have asked for!&lt;br /&gt;I took my camera this year, hoping to see my tranvestite friends cheering me on again this year. But no luck with that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, I did have some luck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I finished! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh...and I found a $20 bill in the middle of the race course! Whoot! With airlines miles to get to and fro, with a free place to stay AND a free race entry, I MADE money on this baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgphKnOELI/AAAAAAAABOs/CxpJEhuqTfk/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568746589004894386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgphKnOELI/AAAAAAAABOs/CxpJEhuqTfk/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post race. With our awesome spinning race medals and my lucky $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpgTqgwGI/AAAAAAAABOk/Jnn2In2w1zM/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568746574254751842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpgTqgwGI/AAAAAAAABOk/Jnn2In2w1zM/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again...working on form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpf-QvQRI/AAAAAAAABOc/wFSb0n2PiFY/s1600/DSCN3169_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568746568509505810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpf-QvQRI/AAAAAAAABOc/wFSb0n2PiFY/s400/DSCN3169_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpfmnzQuI/AAAAAAAABOU/FXBNvCqJuTg/s1600/180246_160769677309093_119795661406495_358574_738930_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568746562163786466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUgpfmnzQuI/AAAAAAAABOU/FXBNvCqJuTg/s400/180246_160769677309093_119795661406495_358574_738930_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the race, we headed to brunch where I had the best O.J ever. So fresh. So orange. So delish. Then again...to the pool to soak up some warm rays.&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Great friends. Thanks Amanda and David! You two are too kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this blizzard continues to rage, I'm going to go grab a blanket, curl up with the pup and my coffee, close my eyes and dream of the sun, fun and friends that warmed my soul to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8068759663904379712?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8068759663904379712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-i-look-outside-my-window-today-at.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8068759663904379712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8068759663904379712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-i-look-outside-my-window-today-at.html' title='Miami Half Marathon...Warming the Soul'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TUghPzkW2SI/AAAAAAAABNU/bg5VZOSRgzs/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6868909501639359937</id><published>2010-12-01T18:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T07:48:59.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Year in Review</title><content type='html'>Might as well... &lt;br /&gt;I don't see any further races in the next month, so without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of events I completed in 2010. It was a much slower year with an ankle injury the first half of the year and IM training the second half. I did complete a long list of bike rides but since they were not timed, did not keep track of them and now would have to scavange to track them down, I did not consider them an 'event', so they are not listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The races with links have a race report attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.15-17.10 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/01/bermuda-triangle-challenge.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bermuda Triangle Challenge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One Mile Friday Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10K Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Half Marathon Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.31.10 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-miami.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Miami Half Marathon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.09.10 Mother's Day 5K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.30.10 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/couer-d-alene-marathon.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Coeur d' Alene Marathon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.28.10 Swimming in Moonshine 2 Mile Swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.11.10 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Patriot's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt; (Marathon distance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.09.10 Jared Coones Pumpkin Run 5K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.17.10 Kansas City Half Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.31.10 05.30.10 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/11/athens-marathon.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Athens Marathon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.14.10 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/11/obx-marathon.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Outer Banks Marathon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems, compared to last year, that there isn't a whole lot to write home about. However, there is. Doug and I were lucky enough to travel to Bermuda AND Athens this year. In addition, we made it to Miami, Coeur d' Alene and the Outer Banks. Each trip was such an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;I met new a new blogger friend in the flesh... &lt;a href="http://runnergirlsblogspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Stacey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the pleasure of staying with a dear friend... &lt;a href="http://runtothefinish.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meeting new friends in Athens (that live locally in town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...&lt;br /&gt;Accomplished two new firsts for me in the mileage area:&lt;br /&gt;Swimming 2.4 miles&lt;br /&gt;Biking 97 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One disappointment for the year was not finishing the IM. However, the journey of training for IM was quite the experience. Training with friends, hitting several new mileage firsts-several times over, the mental toughness I didn't think I had. I learned A LOT. And will take those lessons going forward. I may not be an Ironman (yet), but I am stronger for taking the journey to tri. And for that, I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 brought crazy new adventures and wondrous new places. I'm so lucky to have been able to travel to as many places as we did. I'm so fortunate to have physically been able to complete 4 marathons, 3 half marathons, swimming 2.4 miles and who knows how many miles on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to see what 2011 will bring! &lt;br /&gt;That is...after a couple birthday celebrations, Christmas and the New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6868909501639359937?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6868909501639359937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-year-in-review-race-reports.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6868909501639359937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6868909501639359937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-year-in-review-race-reports.html' title='2010 Year in Review'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3368204598499561642</id><published>2010-11-27T14:20:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:42:06.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OBX Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doug and I ran the OBX Marathon a couple of weeks ago. I LURVE the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I am a water baby and there is water&lt;em&gt; everywhere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marathon was a well oiled event where everything went off without a hitch. It started with great 'booty bags' along with our race tshirts that on the back read...Get Your Arrrrrrgh On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the marathon, by far, was the best. It ran on some hard packed sand dunes and then through some dirt trails. It was beautiful, but my legs let me know I haven't run trails in a very long time. Anyone who has run trails knows that trails will kick your tail! And that it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As most of you know, we usually don't travel unless there is a marathon involved. However, we always seem to have some fun before and after the 'real' fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Sightseeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFu1NROM_I/AAAAAAAABMg/aTdaVzZtWP4/s1600/588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544334476643808242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFu1NROM_I/AAAAAAAABMg/aTdaVzZtWP4/s400/588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFu0k0CohI/AAAAAAAABMY/3ssLnETTARA/s1600/578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544334465783996946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFu0k0CohI/AAAAAAAABMY/3ssLnETTARA/s400/578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some Seafood Eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFu0XBCxBI/AAAAAAAABMQ/QsO14MikoWA/s1600/571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544334462080435218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFu0XBCxBI/AAAAAAAABMQ/QsO14MikoWA/s400/571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some Wave Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFuz5Ak1yI/AAAAAAAABMI/42d0DD8tYRs/s1600/566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544334454025410338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFuz5Ak1yI/AAAAAAAABMI/42d0DD8tYRs/s400/566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some Splashin' Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFuzUSUvrI/AAAAAAAABMA/q89jpWo11CA/s1600/626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544334444167741106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFuzUSUvrI/AAAAAAAABMA/q89jpWo11CA/s400/626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some Sun Setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFt145OI0I/AAAAAAAABLo/3euC0j-CI24/s1600/593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544333388842672962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFt145OI0I/AAAAAAAABLo/3euC0j-CI24/s400/593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somebody's Hubba Hubba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFt1dLB3TI/AAAAAAAABLg/x-y4BnyIpFA/s1600/592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544333381401173298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFt1dLB3TI/AAAAAAAABLg/x-y4BnyIpFA/s400/592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Marathon Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFrmNYcTlI/AAAAAAAABKg/x_Lmi6mm9fg/s1600/613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544330920441171538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFrmNYcTlI/AAAAAAAABKg/x_Lmi6mm9fg/s400/613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trail Running on Packed Sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFqpbnNQ3I/AAAAAAAABJw/AsEBo4xFv2g/s1600/618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544329876289176434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFqpbnNQ3I/AAAAAAAABJw/AsEBo4xFv2g/s400/618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two Happy Finishers After Warming My Belly with Crab Bisque at the Finish Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFqpzhOs2I/AAAAAAAABJ4/_RRXAMlV49g/s1600/622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544329882706555746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFqpzhOs2I/AAAAAAAABJ4/_RRXAMlV49g/s400/622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Sightseeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFrl70XZQI/AAAAAAAABKY/1NJkCSK2fnI/s1600/607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544330915726451970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFrl70XZQI/AAAAAAAABKY/1NJkCSK2fnI/s400/607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Searching for Sea Glass...a Favorite of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFrjY3FkgI/AAAAAAAABKQ/T6Wxex66qAA/s1600/600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544330871982887426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFrjY3FkgI/AAAAAAAABKQ/T6Wxex66qAA/s400/600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marking Our Territory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFqqSm2hvI/AAAAAAAABKA/DtVkgfHcJwo/s1600/625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544329891051636466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFqqSm2hvI/AAAAAAAABKA/DtVkgfHcJwo/s400/625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a fun marathon and a great destination. You should put this one on your to do list!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3368204598499561642?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3368204598499561642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/11/obx-marathon.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3368204598499561642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3368204598499561642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/11/obx-marathon.html' title='OBX Marathon'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TPFu1NROM_I/AAAAAAAABMg/aTdaVzZtWP4/s72-c/588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1139123653263072777</id><published>2010-11-03T11:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:42:20.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Athens Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 2500 anniversary of the Marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Marathon to Athens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.31.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pictures of marathon day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The course...hilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The temperatures...warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My legs...shot from walking the city for days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running the modern Olympic marathon course...amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spectators...young and old...they were the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearing 'BRAVO...BRAVO...' a million times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could hear it a million times over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGUMytNp_I/AAAAAAAABJY/oJqsJ7BDDuE/s1600/SANY0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535368364505802738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGUMytNp_I/AAAAAAAABJY/oJqsJ7BDDuE/s400/SANY0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Olympic Flame (to the left) with the Greek flags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGUMrQCBmI/AAAAAAAABJQ/r-jaFXrk4_E/s1600/SANY0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535368362504357474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGUMrQCBmI/AAAAAAAABJQ/r-jaFXrk4_E/s400/SANY0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Olympic Flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGUMJR1wzI/AAAAAAAABJI/LLmjjawKavQ/s1600/SANY0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535368353385136946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGUMJR1wzI/AAAAAAAABJI/LLmjjawKavQ/s400/SANY0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the starting line of the 2500 anniversary of the Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGUL7SRQ0I/AAAAAAAABJA/W3LAJ3OFV1U/s1600/SANY0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535368349628842818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGUL7SRQ0I/AAAAAAAABJA/W3LAJ3OFV1U/s400/SANY0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready to Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGULHcDc7I/AAAAAAAABI4/uSe_ge997PU/s1600/SANY0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535368335711237042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGULHcDc7I/AAAAAAAABI4/uSe_ge997PU/s400/SANY0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGTY0JfD9I/AAAAAAAABIw/cxb7w6cYajI/s1600/SANY0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535367471539621842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGTY0JfD9I/AAAAAAAABIw/cxb7w6cYajI/s400/SANY0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've almost caught him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGTYaKdu6I/AAAAAAAABIo/DSBncoVC7K4/s1600/SANY0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535367464564407202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGTYaKdu6I/AAAAAAAABIo/DSBncoVC7K4/s400/SANY0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burial site for the Spartan Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGTYI9BlBI/AAAAAAAABIg/mCBuPdn7AMQ/s1600/SANY0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535367459944633362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGTYI9BlBI/AAAAAAAABIg/mCBuPdn7AMQ/s400/SANY0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGTXrj6WNI/AAAAAAAABIY/5Q1AQD2_3wU/s1600/SANY0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535367452054673618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGTXrj6WNI/AAAAAAAABIY/5Q1AQD2_3wU/s400/SANY0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSbFiiTlI/AAAAAAAABII/nfUDtPAHXAI/s1600/SANY0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535366411056205394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSbFiiTlI/AAAAAAAABII/nfUDtPAHXAI/s400/SANY0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSaispysI/AAAAAAAABIA/2AI4_s1oMJA/s1600/SANY0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535366401703398082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSaispysI/AAAAAAAABIA/2AI4_s1oMJA/s400/SANY0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSaKdpW6I/AAAAAAAABH4/FkeVo2Cr-Cc/s1600/SANY0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535366395198004130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSaKdpW6I/AAAAAAAABH4/FkeVo2Cr-Cc/s400/SANY0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was handed an olive branch by these two boys. We had never seen so many young people and so many old people out on the course cheering everyone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSZ6UHGtI/AAAAAAAABHw/keQhB9chwmo/s1600/SANY0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535366390863043282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSZ6UHGtI/AAAAAAAABHw/keQhB9chwmo/s400/SANY0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSZg3WWfI/AAAAAAAABHo/2G34h8o5txQ/s1600/SANY0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535366384031521266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGSZg3WWfI/AAAAAAAABHo/2G34h8o5txQ/s400/SANY0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGRebOBVNI/AAAAAAAABHY/ycRDd6iWNS0/s1600/SANY0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535365368903718098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGRebOBVNI/AAAAAAAABHY/ycRDd6iWNS0/s400/SANY0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGRePK09sI/AAAAAAAABHQ/9KqpS8MXWuY/s1600/SANY0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535365365669099202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGRePK09sI/AAAAAAAABHQ/9KqpS8MXWuY/s400/SANY0053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheering from their homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGRdkS3xNI/AAAAAAAABHI/27m_Kx7GW70/s1600/SANY0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535365354160112850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGRdkS3xNI/AAAAAAAABHI/27m_Kx7GW70/s400/SANY0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doug and the blue line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had the entire course marked with a blue line that showed the shortest route from Marathon to Athens via the marathon course. The blue line showed us the way to the Olympic Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGRdmUVijI/AAAAAAAABHA/LC7sJwtM7go/s1600/SANY0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535365354703129138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGRdmUVijI/AAAAAAAABHA/LC7sJwtM7go/s400/SANY0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another young one out cheering everyone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQkwFSz7I/AAAAAAAABG4/UBxl-ST_EHI/s1600/SANY0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535364378071846834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQkwFSz7I/AAAAAAAABG4/UBxl-ST_EHI/s400/SANY0069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olympic Rings at the Stadium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQkVS4dBI/AAAAAAAABGw/1Cj5zccedtc/s1600/SANY0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535364370881082386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQkVS4dBI/AAAAAAAABGw/1Cj5zccedtc/s400/SANY0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doug and his great photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQkD2T2rI/AAAAAAAABGo/5hDEvAWYVvg/s1600/SANY0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535364366197840562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQkD2T2rI/AAAAAAAABGo/5hDEvAWYVvg/s400/SANY0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Receiving our medals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQj63ZfLI/AAAAAAAABGg/7Z1mxzV12EU/s1600/SANY0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535364363786484914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQj63ZfLI/AAAAAAAABGg/7Z1mxzV12EU/s400/SANY0073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQjpjyqNI/AAAAAAAABGY/8IIb7FHpzSg/s1600/SANY0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535364359140845778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGQjpjyqNI/AAAAAAAABGY/8IIb7FHpzSg/s400/SANY0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finishing at the Olympic Stadium &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side Note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doug and I wore our Jared Coones Pumpkin Run shirts because the marathon was run on Halloween. They do not observe Halloween in Greece. However, there were some on the course that knew of Halloween. We had our picture taken more times by spectators (and runners alike) wanting to get a photo of our shirts. It was so fun listening to people yell, "Happy Holloween" as we ran by. I felt like a rock star!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1139123653263072777?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1139123653263072777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/11/athens-marathon.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1139123653263072777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1139123653263072777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/11/athens-marathon.html' title='Athens Marathon'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TNGUMytNp_I/AAAAAAAABJY/oJqsJ7BDDuE/s72-c/SANY0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-4277591112127309858</id><published>2010-09-05T16:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:00:26.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taper Time</title><content type='html'>It's taper time...already. Already?! I knew with me deciding way late in the game to train for Iron would go fast. But...for real?! This is craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was my big training weekend. I traveled to Table Rock Lake and swam 2 miles in the open water Saturday morning then beat feet back home to wake up Sunday morning to ride 100 miles. The 100 miles ended up being 97, but hey...who is counting? I was supposed to run 15 after, but ran that on Monday night after work. Everything went really well. For my swim, I was dead last out of the water, but I knew that would be the case. All I want to do on the swim is survive. And that, I'm pretty confident I may be able to do. The bike was hot and hilly and crazy windy, but had a GREAT ride. I felt very strong. And the run Monday night...got 12 miles covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday consisted of a 1 mile swim/50 mile bike/10 mile run of which I got in a swim/47 mile bike/9 mile run. The bike was awesome! I seem to be totally rocking the bike...that is...for me. The endless flat tires I've been having lately has GOTTA GO though. I have NO IDEA what the heck I did to the rubber tube God, but he does not like me one iota. He's gotta get over it sometime. Hopefully within the next three weeks. However, for almost completing a HIM yesterday, I felt awesome. And still do today. It makes me laugh to think what I did was a training day, let alone a TAPER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...last night I sat down with my schedule and got a tinge nervous. These past two weekends were 'it'. Like the big training weekends. The pinnacle before the big event. Now it's just taper from here. I say taper. Ha. If a marathon next weekend is considered tapering. But really, it's all downhill from here. The rest of my training, I feel I can do in my sleep. I certainly hope what I've done this far will transfer well to the big day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to taper time and hoping to keep the nerves somewhat at bay for a while!&lt;br /&gt;Wow...in three weeks, at this time 4:54 pm...I'm going to hopefully be starting the run portion! Wee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-4277591112127309858?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/4277591112127309858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/09/taper-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4277591112127309858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4277591112127309858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/09/taper-time.html' title='Taper Time'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-7169665649625279339</id><published>2010-07-20T20:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:36:03.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Firsts</title><content type='html'>This weekend was an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;I covered two new firsts in my training.&lt;br /&gt;First, on Saturday, I swam 1.5 miles. &lt;br /&gt;The furthest before that was 1.2 (at my HIM 4 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;No not much further, but still...further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday I rode the Lizard Under the Skillet bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;The second of my firsts.&lt;br /&gt;I rode 60 miles on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;The furthest before that was 56 (at my HIM 4 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;Not much further, but still...further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lizard Under the Skillet was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Two words to describe it. Hot and Hilly.&lt;br /&gt;They even had spicy food at the sag stops. &lt;br /&gt;I really only made one 'official' stop halfway through where I had some spicy pickles and a popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say the fun began *after* mile 14 where I had a breakdown. I think I just hadn't 'warmed up' yet, we had been through some big hills. I was riding by myself. My chain had just fallen off. And I needed to fuel. I called Doug. Crying. Upset that I hadn't even made it to mile 15 and I wanted to quit. He talked me down off the ledge, got me back on my bike and away I went. From that point, I was good to go and had a very enjoyable ride. It's so nice to have someone support you and give you what you need to keep truckin' on. Even if the fart was still in bed when I called crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last sag stop where I stopped long enough to grab some water, I noticed the jalapeno ice cream. I love me some jalapenos and adore ice cream. But I just couldn't do jalapeno ice cream. Maybe if it wasn't so hot and I still had several miles to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole ride was the kick ass hill. And I mean hillll. Doug had mentioned it before when he rode the Lizard. He stated he got going so fast, the wind actually lifted him up off his seat. I didn't get going &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; fast, but it was scary and a blast all at the same time. I heard others talking how they got up to 45 mph down the hill. Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was Good Times! And I didn't brake at all. Whoo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been looking at my schedule and I may actually may head to Iowa to do the Pigman Half Ironman in August. It is the home of my first (and only) HIM. It fits almost perfectly into my training for that week and think it would be great training. I still haven't signed up, but am seriously pondering the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nerves have settle from when I first signed up for Redman. My training is going pretty well. I'm not nearly as fast as I would like. And sometimes training is a real struggle and I wonder, yet again, why I'm doing this. But I always make it though and am so glad I've decided to give this a tri. I feel proud and a sense of accomplishment every time I go a little further and hit new firsts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-7169665649625279339?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/7169665649625279339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-firsts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7169665649625279339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7169665649625279339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-firsts.html' title='Two Firsts'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8227353346408299253</id><published>2010-06-29T20:25:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:03:14.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So the Training Goes</title><content type='html'>Training is going well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pleased with the strides I've made thus far in my IM training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a LONG time since I'd been in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;My first time in, I felt like a fish out of water. Never could get comfortable and I thought I was in big time trouble. I figured I just might as well drown. It would have been so easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second time in, I felt like I belonged. Much more smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Still doing pretty small swim increments, but working my way up one lap at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been a good.&lt;br /&gt;The last two weekends I rode 40 miles at the Fountain Tour and this past weekend rode 30 miles followed by an 8 mile run...well...walk after at the Tour de Lakes.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend calls for a long bike again and there is no organized ride planned so I'm going to need to find somewhere that will hold my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...for being out on the bike for a total of 5 rides thus far, I'm very very pleased with how I'm progressing.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the bike the the 'main attraction' at IM so I need to focus on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, Craig and me at the Fountain Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TCqjlU0eLUI/AAAAAAAABDw/0j5K3wbyyRw/s1600/Fountain+Tour+%2710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488378957543648578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TCqjlU0eLUI/AAAAAAAABDw/0j5K3wbyyRw/s400/Fountain+Tour+%2710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed my legs being very tired from the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've have a couple of good training buddies that I hope to continue training with. It's always nice if someone else is feeling your pain alongside you. Misery loves company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my lovely training buddies stated after Saturday's 30 mile bike and 8 mile run..."you know...after all we've done today, we still have over 100 miles to go to complete the IM". Wow! That really put it in perspective because at that time I was thinking we had put in some pretty good training. Maybe for the HIM, but there's a long way to go for IM training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly not as anxious as I was before I signed up. I feel like I'm getting a grip on training. Mind you, there are times, and it's usually when I'm on the bike that I think, "what in the HELL did I do and WHY am I doing this???" But after I'm done training, I'm so glad I've signed up for this adventure. I see a lot of blood, sweat and tears coming my way but it's going to be so worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8227353346408299253?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8227353346408299253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-training-goes.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8227353346408299253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8227353346408299253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-training-goes.html' title='So the Training Goes'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TCqjlU0eLUI/AAAAAAAABDw/0j5K3wbyyRw/s72-c/Fountain+Tour+%2710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3843717600417603508</id><published>2010-06-25T19:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:27:15.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Like a Wolf</title><content type='html'>All the time!&lt;br /&gt;It could only be one of two things.&lt;br /&gt;Either I'm pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;Or training for a new endurance event my body is not used to. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear up any ill confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm *not* pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at 2 am my stomach wakes me, yelling, "get in my belly!"&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to be very aware of my calories and making sure I get enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating the right types of foods and attempting to stagger them out at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though I'm eating everything I can get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;And I've even lost a couple pounds in the process (not intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed a change in what I want to eat. I've been craving good for you stuff (most of the time). So, that's what I've been eating. A lot of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it will subside once my body gets used to the new activities I'm throwing at it.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I'm going to have to get a part time job to feed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy training and for those of you racing...good luck and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3843717600417603508?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3843717600417603508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/hungry-like-wolf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3843717600417603508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3843717600417603508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/hungry-like-wolf.html' title='Hungry Like a Wolf'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8175198615779466497</id><published>2010-06-23T20:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:32:04.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Adventure Called...Ironman</title><content type='html'>Yes...Ironman.&lt;br /&gt;IM&lt;br /&gt;140.6&lt;br /&gt;2.4 mile swim&lt;br /&gt;112 mile bike&lt;br /&gt;26.2 mile run&lt;br /&gt;THAT Ironman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous and excited at the same time, I could pee my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been pondering a new challenge lately and my BFF's husband is doing the MS150 this year. So I thought I would join along. I was thinking if I could bike 150 miles in two days, I might be able to THINK about that little thing called IM for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tracked all my bike rides out, doing a lot of organized rides on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I planned on keeping up with marathon training as well. Cuz...well...that's just what I do.&lt;br /&gt;Then got to asking people I know that have done an IM before to take a peek at their schedule just to see what I might be getting myself into for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...after I got several schedules back and looked them over, my brain started churning 100mph...&lt;br /&gt;I am already doing the running.&lt;br /&gt;I already have these bikes planned out.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I could be halfway on schedule already.&lt;br /&gt;So why not? Why not just jump in and do an IM this year.&lt;br /&gt;This year? Yes...how about SEPTEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my main focus is the bike. I need to get up to speed. I'm a slow poke.&lt;br /&gt;My second focus...not drowning.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I should be good.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a LONG way to go in a SHORT amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;But I always seem to be up for a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what the next 94 days bring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not focused on a time. Just crossing the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Redman...HERE I COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8175198615779466497?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8175198615779466497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-adventure-calledironman.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8175198615779466497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8175198615779466497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-adventure-calledironman.html' title='A New Adventure Called...Ironman'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8750501100470931785</id><published>2010-06-02T12:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:06:55.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CDA Trip Pictures</title><content type='html'>On our trip to Coeur d' Alene, we flew into Spokane, WA. From there CDA is an easy 45 minute jaunt from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures we took along the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVqVxwzOI/AAAAAAAABDI/ZeAw0sekbno/s1600/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478230551375695074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVqVxwzOI/AAAAAAAABDI/ZeAw0sekbno/s400/DSC02563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVp99zCKI/AAAAAAAABDA/kMlrUSybPF0/s1600/DSC02562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478230544983722146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVp99zCKI/AAAAAAAABDA/kMlrUSybPF0/s400/DSC02562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU_6qlcEI/AAAAAAAABC4/Tof6GjALhi4/s1600/DSC02549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478229822543327298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU_6qlcEI/AAAAAAAABC4/Tof6GjALhi4/s400/DSC02549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU_ocb9XI/AAAAAAAABCw/l73FT4MPJuk/s1600/DSC02545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478229817652147570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU_ocb9XI/AAAAAAAABCw/l73FT4MPJuk/s400/DSC02545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It had rained earlier in the day, but on our hike, the sun was out. All the leaves on the plants looked as if they were sprinkled in fairy dust. They sparkled like silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVssAUhHI/AAAAAAAABDg/6AEnSsZGaYM/s1600/DSC02554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478230591702074482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVssAUhHI/AAAAAAAABDg/6AEnSsZGaYM/s400/DSC02554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But of course, everything smelled of pine. Not the toilet bowl cleaner pine, the true pine tree scent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU_ZaIReI/AAAAAAAABCo/FMql3sG4QvI/s1600/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478229813615936994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU_ZaIReI/AAAAAAAABCo/FMql3sG4QvI/s400/DSC02546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU-1q3jkI/AAAAAAAABCg/kznsSE03Cl0/s1600/DSC02541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478229804022468162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU-1q3jkI/AAAAAAAABCg/kznsSE03Cl0/s400/DSC02541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU-UcDI8I/AAAAAAAABCY/VvnP1IXxv6M/s1600/DSC02539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478229795101942722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaU-UcDI8I/AAAAAAAABCY/VvnP1IXxv6M/s400/DSC02539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Centennial Trail. It was so smooth and wide. There were bikers galore, along with a lot of runners and walkers. What a great place to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVrDmefeI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Vq7L797LKcs/s1600/DSC02565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478230563676388834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVrDmefeI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Vq7L797LKcs/s400/DSC02565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then the Coeur d' Alene Brewery. Ahhh...Huckleberry Ale. So delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVrz6nIFI/AAAAAAAABDY/zwKV83oj0bY/s1600/DSC02566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478230576645742674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVrz6nIFI/AAAAAAAABDY/zwKV83oj0bY/s400/DSC02566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We loved the lake, the hiking, shopping and food. Their city center was full of antique stores, coffee shops and little boutiques.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found a local boutique where I sat and talked with the owner for quite some time. She told us of all the places to go. And go we did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had my first lamb burger. It was so delish. Then we had the best pizza with the best crust ever at Capone's. We sampled Huckleberry Wine at the wine store. Then of course, had to try the local brewery. Umm...yumm... But best of all for me was Java. They had a 'Bowl of Soul' that consisted of coffee, espresso, Mexican coffee and homemade whip cream that was to die for. We certainly consumed all of our calories back that we burned off during the marathon. And it was all worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would come back to CDA in a heartbeat. And miss the pine smell already. Maybe it's time to clean the toilets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when we returned home, we had these little treasures waiting to be picked in our backyard...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaW0eyHvFI/AAAAAAAABDo/zY-zLvLa_sI/s1600/DSC02580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478231825103436882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaW0eyHvFI/AAAAAAAABDo/zY-zLvLa_sI/s400/DSC02580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8750501100470931785?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8750501100470931785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-our-trip-to-coeur-d-alene-we-flew.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8750501100470931785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8750501100470931785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-our-trip-to-coeur-d-alene-we-flew.html' title='CDA Trip Pictures'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAaVqVxwzOI/AAAAAAAABDI/ZeAw0sekbno/s72-c/DSC02563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2854359615458522878</id><published>2010-06-01T07:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:44:59.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couer d' Alene Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAUTYcwYVzI/AAAAAAAABBo/bD05-4WMKPg/s1600/DSC02567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477805832522979122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAUTYcwYVzI/AAAAAAAABBo/bD05-4WMKPg/s400/DSC02567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had full intentions of running the Coeur d' Alene ***Half*** Marathon. &lt;div&gt;That was until Doug asked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of nowhere... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you running the marathon?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm noooo...I was doing the right thing and running the half while recovering from an ankle injury. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND only having an 8 miler as my 'long' run (with a 13.1 as my longest run OF THE WHOLE YEAR-in January), just didn't seem doable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little voice in my head started murmuring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wouldn't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it was going to take me forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that murmuring won out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I signed up for the early start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And away I went!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first 8 miles were good. Running 11 and 12 minute miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with my long run being 8 miles, I knew by mile 10, I'd start to wear down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to mile 10, still running 11 and 12 minute miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...I only have 16 miles to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...well...think about that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've already run 2 more than you have since January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you have double the miles to go. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did well up until mile 14 and that's when I decided to reign it in and walk most of the way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could feel a tinge in my ankle and I wanted to make sure I took it as easy as I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With taking the early start, there were around 20ish of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran the first 14 miles as if out on a run by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The faster runners took off way ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The slower ones were way behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not see anyone for miles and miles except for the water stop volunteers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the marathon was run on the Centennial Trail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful trail system that runs from Washington state into Idaho. Once in Coeur d' Alene, it runs along the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very serene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lake was quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The temperature was perfect for running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was was wind I could have done without, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still surprised at how good I felt even with a couple of massive hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The course wasn't easy, but it was gorgeous every step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The back half was fun as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The course was an out and back so the runners that started at the regular time had caught up with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice as everyone exchanged, 'good job', 'lookin' strong', 'keep up the good work'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then spotted Doug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relief came over his face when I told him how good I was feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was looking strong too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We exchanged some kisses as some taunting runners came by asking if we knew each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey...whatever works to get me to the finish line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went through an emotional phase I hadn't experienced in quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was actually a fun roller coaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even better when I never hit the crappy stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you, the last 8 miles were REALLY tough for me, but I was ECSTATIC to know I was going to finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regarding time, I knew it was going to be a long day out on the trail. Hence, the early start. I had no time frame in mind. Just to finish. I was thinking I may come in around 6 and a half or 7 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I rolled in at 6:02, clock time, I was very pleased. Very pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too shabby for my first marathon of the year, my long training run being 8 miles and walking most of the back end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doug finished strong with a smile on his face not too far behind me. Mind you, I had an hour and a half head start! He had a good run too. Amazing what some low humidity and cool temperatures can do for a run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAUTrxYnNPI/AAAAAAAABBw/Nkn9rop0zF8/s1600/DSC02571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477806164477949170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAUTrxYnNPI/AAAAAAAABBw/Nkn9rop0zF8/s400/DSC02571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Doug and I were talking about my time and he mentioned that the early starters didn't start exactly at 5:30 am, we started a few minutes late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it be??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it be that I ran UNDER six hours? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! It could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran a 5:59:34!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marathon number 30...in  the books. Not too shabby in 4 and a half years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on our trip later. We hiked a tad and Doug took some great photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is ever a chance to head to Coeur d' Alene-take it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2854359615458522878?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2854359615458522878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/couer-d-alene-marathon.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2854359615458522878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2854359615458522878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/06/couer-d-alene-marathon.html' title='Couer d&apos; Alene Marathon'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/TAUTYcwYVzI/AAAAAAAABBo/bD05-4WMKPg/s72-c/DSC02567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-7885823034825809818</id><published>2010-05-01T15:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:50:31.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>Whoo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The running front is looking good, baby.&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks I've been able to get in a small amount of mileage.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday...7 miles. Mostly walking, but some running mixed in.&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday...5 miles. Mostly running with some walking mixed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I've seen my podiatrist for the last time...although I really liked him. Loved to listen to his stories and he SOOO gets the running thing. He even has different running magazines in his office to peruse through as you wait...loved it. And he was on the Marathon Olympic Trials in 1984. Pretty kick ass in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clocked this mornings  run close to what I was doing before my injury (a little longer-but not by much). And even though I was afraid my heart was going to pound out of my chest, I had a smile from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug and I are signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.cdamarathon.com/"&gt;Coeur d' Alene Marathon&lt;/a&gt; this month. I'm demoting myself to the half marathon. I don't want to risk injury again. No running for another 5 months might be the death of me. I'm going to take it uber easy...just covering the distance to ensure my ankle tendon can take the mileage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be quite honest...thinking of 26.2 miles right now scares the bajesus out of me. I feel like I'm starting from square one again. I know I'm not, but it feels like pretty darn close to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Coeur d' Alene, I'm planning on ramping up the miles to get on track for a marathon. I don't have any in sight yet, besides the &lt;a href="http://www.athensmarathon.com/"&gt;SMALL ONE&lt;/a&gt; we have planned in October, but would like to maybe get in one before then. We'll just wait and see how I feel after the half marathon coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Cheers to Running!&lt;br /&gt;To those of you running this weekend...have great races.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck and Congrats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-7885823034825809818?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/7885823034825809818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-steps.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7885823034825809818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7885823034825809818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2957666758834308769</id><published>2010-03-27T17:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:48:44.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the Parkway 'Tator Report</title><content type='html'>This morning was the inaugural Rock the Parkway Half Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to be an athletic supporter for Doug as my ankle held me up from running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature was in the low 40's...not bad for a morning run...until the sprinkles started.&lt;br /&gt;Then rain.&lt;br /&gt;Then sleet.&lt;br /&gt;And then hail.&lt;br /&gt;Oh...throw some wind in there too.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lot of bloody nipples today. I bet there were a lot of men screaming in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Yes...GOOD TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;But it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course was an out and back on Ward Parkway, a beautiful street lined with amazing homes with a little jaunt through Loose Park.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to see Doug off at the start. Grab a coffee. Find him at the 5 miler marker, walk across the median to catch him at mile 9ish then meet him back as he crossed the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed to be having a good time no matter the rain. I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might be a little sad not being able to run, but it was nice to be a wet 'tator out in the rain cheering people on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was home to change out out of the drenched clothes, head for lunch, take a nap, watch girlie movies as I stripped 144 candy canes while Doug started making his Candy Cane Wine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2957666758834308769?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2957666758834308769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/03/rock-parkway-tator-report.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2957666758834308769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2957666758834308769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/03/rock-parkway-tator-report.html' title='Rock the Parkway &apos;Tator Report'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-7408972202717885764</id><published>2010-02-14T13:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:16:24.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Lotta Nuthin'</title><content type='html'>Been up to a whole lotta nuthin' lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to let this darn tendon heal in my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;It's an overuse injury from the back half of last year.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, only being able to run (okay...get through) half marathons in Bermuda and Miami this past January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I wanted to focus on really training, but thus far, haven't done any training to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the bike, but even then, I'm able to feel my tendon.&lt;br /&gt;I've practiced some yoga. And wonder why I ever get away from it.&lt;br /&gt;Finally took my butt to the chiropractor, so hopefully he's aligned me to help this ankle heal easier and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just signed up for the &lt;a href="http://www.cdamarathon.com/"&gt;Coeur d' Alene Marathon&lt;/a&gt; for the end of May. It's supposed to be absolutely beautiful. Now I just need to get healthy to get out and start running and biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to some healthy healing and training to come, then hopefully, a Whole Lotta Sumthin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-7408972202717885764?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/7408972202717885764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/02/gotta-lotta-nuthin.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7408972202717885764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7408972202717885764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/02/gotta-lotta-nuthin.html' title='Gotta Lotta Nuthin&apos;'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6547628034293260855</id><published>2010-02-06T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:15:30.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Miami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week Doug and I headed to Miami to visit &lt;a href="http://runtothefinish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; and run the Miami Marathon and Half Marathon. Doug ran the full. I ran the half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, Amanda was the best host ever. Thanks Amanda! We love you and David for having us as guests and showing us a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami in the evening as we took a walk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22Q7uJh0mI/AAAAAAAABBM/BqCj3w5t2-Q/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435159680980734562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22Q7uJh0mI/AAAAAAAABBM/BqCj3w5t2-Q/s400/DSC02416.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doug and I got up the next day to see the sunrise. We were able to see the dolphins out playing in the water as well. What a great way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22QJ-q1BQI/AAAAAAAABBE/6jYVnhQSv3Y/s1600-h/DSC02421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435158826421912834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22QJ-q1BQI/AAAAAAAABBE/6jYVnhQSv3Y/s400/DSC02421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22PaDi51tI/AAAAAAAABA8/9zUlJms0Z78/s1600-h/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435158003097130706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22PaDi51tI/AAAAAAAABA8/9zUlJms0Z78/s400/DSC02426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So...later in the day we headed to the expo. There are 4 of us, and we all know how crazy it can be keeping track of everyone at a huge expo. All of us were together...except Doug. I look around and look around and then finally found him bent down in front of some girl at an expo booth. AND she rubbing lotion on his head. What?! Okay...Well...the word on the street was she had talked him into putting an advertisement on the back of his head. Goof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22ObTTJvnI/AAAAAAAABA0/L_gboElwvc0/s1600-h/DSC02436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435156924994272882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22ObTTJvnI/AAAAAAAABA0/L_gboElwvc0/s400/DSC02436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Warming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22OEJSzq5I/AAAAAAAABAs/XepMEcEYeD4/s1600-h/DSC02439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435156527171480466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22OEJSzq5I/AAAAAAAABAs/XepMEcEYeD4/s400/DSC02439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we headed down to Lincoln Road where we indulged on fabulous pretzels with sunflower seeds, chocolate dipped strawberry kabobs, yummy pizza and frozen yogurt. What a way to load up for race day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22NiA3uY3I/AAAAAAAABAk/4wbxlfeTj00/s1600-h/DSC02442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435155940794852210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22NiA3uY3I/AAAAAAAABAk/4wbxlfeTj00/s400/DSC02442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22NDCrrAzI/AAAAAAAABAc/XaUHxh1gFog/s1600-h/DSC02446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435155408705225522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22NDCrrAzI/AAAAAAAABAc/XaUHxh1gFog/s400/DSC02446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our fabulous hosts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22MfXy-zuI/AAAAAAAABAU/QDy_jmmFAzM/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435154795897736930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22MfXy-zuI/AAAAAAAABAU/QDy_jmmFAzM/s400/DSC02454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The race was nice with awesome medals at the finish. The day brought us overcast skies and humidity which we were thankful for. The overcast kept the warm sun from baking us too much. We ran through a lot of nice areas and ran down the South Beach area where I experiences two transvestites cheering on the crowd. One was in leather and lace, the other in a red leotard and high heels. Both were taking turns yelling through the megaphone. What a sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maimi-January 2011...Amanda...can we book that far in advance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6547628034293260855?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6547628034293260855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-miami.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6547628034293260855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6547628034293260855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-miami.html' title='Welcome to Miami'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S22Q7uJh0mI/AAAAAAAABBM/BqCj3w5t2-Q/s72-c/DSC02416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6046880039953737971</id><published>2010-01-26T18:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:57:23.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BERMUDAFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Horseshoe Bay Beach our first morning. We went early to watch the sun rise. In the pitch black, we're experiencing a romantic moment when we start hearing what sounds like a bunch of girls screaming. Several more...and then several more. Once the dark of night lifts, we can see dark images in the water. It was the Regime (the new recruits) that were hitting the water to run from one end of the bay to the next. After we realized it was a bunch of men, and military at that, we couldn't do anything but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JOdGmCNgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BIL5uwuW-zU/s1600-h/DSC02316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427486762828183042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JOdGmCNgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BIL5uwuW-zU/s400/DSC02316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The color of the water here is breathtaking. The color starts clear, turns to an ice blue, turquoise and then navy. The water is so clear, you can see for what seems like forever. It reminds me of the water in Cozumel. I have never seen water so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14-DB8b9pI/AAAAAAAAAos/aUP7D8szXq8/s1600-h/DSC02322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430846422437852818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14-DB8b9pI/AAAAAAAAAos/aUP7D8szXq8/s400/DSC02322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me...being a dork. Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S148pSer1NI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Vpg_QSi_7no/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430844880688239826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S148pSer1NI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Vpg_QSi_7no/s400/DSC02332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is from the hotel beach. The sands were pink and I...was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14sYQddC6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/8cEbYgIE_4s/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430826995902385058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14sYQddC6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/8cEbYgIE_4s/s400/DSC02349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14rp0uzXFI/AAAAAAAAAoE/EuYEgyGi3Po/s1600-h/DSC02355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430826198184975442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14rp0uzXFI/AAAAAAAAAoE/EuYEgyGi3Po/s400/DSC02355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is of me after I recouped from the mile. My face has some color back in it after about up-chucking after running the mile. The mile is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14qrQIKiDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HMLawsTvwvU/s1600-h/DSC02381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430825123207350322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14qrQIKiDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HMLawsTvwvU/s400/DSC02381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some friends we met at the Bacardi House. They have been coming to Bermuda for years to race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14p8Y-KLMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ur0QiUT-tuc/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430824318127451330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14p8Y-KLMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ur0QiUT-tuc/s400/DSC02382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sinking my tootsies in the sand. Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14oRTFgptI/AAAAAAAAAnk/rILGsjv8n58/s1600-h/DSC02357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430822478301669074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14oRTFgptI/AAAAAAAAAnk/rILGsjv8n58/s400/DSC02357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling the island vibe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14nr3enWcI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ubCgMqNV9jE/s1600-h/DSC02398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430821835235613122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14nr3enWcI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ubCgMqNV9jE/s400/DSC02398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14m5OHFlxI/AAAAAAAAAnU/N37zsem7dJI/s1600-h/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430820965137618706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14m5OHFlxI/AAAAAAAAAnU/N37zsem7dJI/s400/DSC02401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14iBbh6_DI/AAAAAAAAAmk/26t8izQeUZs/s1600-h/DSC02413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430815608620645426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14iBbh6_DI/AAAAAAAAAmk/26t8izQeUZs/s400/DSC02413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below is captured the Dockyards from the ferry. We went shopping here and purchased some hand fired plates, some rum cakes that were 100% made on the island with rum that is made from the island as well...so far...the chocolate is my favorite. I also picked up some perfume that is also only made on the island. Scrumptious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JP3_gKenI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jyCEFzw0m4s/s1600-h/DSC02333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427488324292606578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JP3_gKenI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jyCEFzw0m4s/s400/DSC02333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday night, we were invited to the Bacardi House. I didn't realize this, but Bacardi is headquartered in Bermuda. They offered a full open bar and dinner. Whew...good thing we had a whole next day to recoup before the mile. It was good times had by all! Way good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JQ5mBcz7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/gC7l6W3DUug/s1600-h/DSC02342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427489451324264370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JQ5mBcz7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/gC7l6W3DUug/s400/DSC02342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was taken from our hotel room. Every room has a view of the water, either be it the ocean or the bay. Not only did we have a room with a view, we also had a walk in closet and a chandelier in the elevator. Very posh, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JSW7nXMhI/AAAAAAAAAlk/iycrNx3tR4M/s1600-h/DSC02329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427491054848258578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JSW7nXMhI/AAAAAAAAAlk/iycrNx3tR4M/s400/DSC02329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JS8TbGtPI/AAAAAAAAAls/irUo3MVRP6k/s1600-h/DSC02347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427491696894457074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JS8TbGtPI/AAAAAAAAAls/irUo3MVRP6k/s400/DSC02347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JUKU_uiJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/SE2CL0l3llM/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the 10K, Doug and I headed out to North Rock Brewery. It's the only pub in Bermuda that makes its own brew. Doug and I were very pleased, if you can't tell by the cheesy smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JYidDt5RI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WYnlmmxMNoI/s1600-h/DSC02400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427497849873884434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JYidDt5RI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WYnlmmxMNoI/s400/DSC02400.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The next two pictures are of some man made caves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JZXnmEryI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XMAmDR_ZxyA/s1600-h/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427498763235405602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JZXnmEryI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XMAmDR_ZxyA/s400/DSC02408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14imJR0zrI/AAAAAAAAAms/fl0ZKm_Suzk/s1600-h/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430816239376453298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S14imJR0zrI/AAAAAAAAAms/fl0ZKm_Suzk/s400/DSC02410.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Bermuda...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bermudaful...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No need to say more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6046880039953737971?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6046880039953737971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/01/bermudaful.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6046880039953737971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6046880039953737971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/01/bermudaful.html' title='BERMUDAFUL'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/S1JOdGmCNgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BIL5uwuW-zU/s72-c/DSC02316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-505885665135151003</id><published>2010-01-23T09:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:23:23.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bermuda Triangle Challenge</title><content type='html'>Bermuda was stunning! So perfect, I'm going to break this down into two posts, one for the races, one for the island fun that was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first...the races.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night Mile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night was the Invitational Mile. Everyone came out to line up and down Front Street and to cheer from the balconies. The mile is serious business in Bermuda. They had races for the elementary schools, middle schools, high schools, local Bermudians and then the elites. Everyone running HAD TO QUALIFY to run the mile. All except us running the Bermuda Triangle Challenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite nerve wracking starting in the first corral. Yes...the first corral. They certainly did not base the Triangle Challenge Mile runners by time. It's probably the first and only time I'll ever start in corral 1. I felt quite inadequate, but enjoyed the fun being in corral 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have NO idea how to run a mile. I can't say I've ever run a mile in my life. So I ran and about threw up a lung at the end. Everyone was yelling and cheering us on. The Bermudians are such generous people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after us mere mortals were done with the Triangle Challenge Mile, the school kids ran, next up were the local Bermudians and then the elites. All were delightful to watch, but the elites were awe inspiring. If only I could have a stride like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S1XgeE_Lj0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/0I97OB9iRrg/s1600-h/DSC02393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428491733204438850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S1XgeE_Lj0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/0I97OB9iRrg/s400/DSC02393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed until the elite men ran. We were hoping for one of them to break the 4:00 mile in Bermuda. It's never been done at the Invitational and they had a $10,000 purse riding on it. The taxi cab driver that picked us up from the airport is on the race committee, so we were talking about all the races. He stated the last couple of years, they have had a 4:02 and a 4:02:30, but no one has broken 4:00. He's stated the wind always seems to pick up Friday night and has slowed the elites down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Friday night was perfect. No wind, the weather was perfect. We were really excited to see someone win it. They came close, but no cigar. We were there til around 11:00 pm and then headed back to the resort for some zzz's for Saturday mornings race.&lt;/p&gt;Me after recouping from running the mile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S1YHxueB9eI/AAAAAAAAA-0/OFLnZlx8Sc0/s1600-h/DSC02381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428534951710684642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S1YHxueB9eI/AAAAAAAAA-0/OFLnZlx8Sc0/s400/DSC02381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday Morning 10K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning we headed out to the stadium for the 10K. I was ready for this race, I can run 6.2 miles and can do it halfway okay. Or so I thought. OMG! This course was UBBER hilly! It took it all out of me. But I couldn't have had a better time. The course was beautiful and I took it all in. Afterwards, we received our 10K medals and headed back to the hotel to get cleaned up and then took off for yet another full day of sightseeing, beach and fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Morning Marathon&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turned into Sunday Morning Half Marathon. The marathon was a 2 course loop. This was the most magnificent course ever. The views couldn't have been any more beautiful. So why the half marathon instead of the marathon? Well...a couple of things. My ankle is still hurting from the marathons I did the last half of 2009. That was the main culprit. Another reason was my slowness. I knew if I was going to make another loop, it was going to be ubber slow. And the traffic was horrible. The island roads are SOO SOO narrow and there is no shoulder. They did not close the course down and there were times, even on the first loop, I was a little un-nerved due to being so close to the cars. Mind you, everyone was super friendly and I had no issues with anyone driving, but it was just feeling I was holding people up. So the half marathon it was. I have never seen such amazing ocean views on a course before. This is a MUST DO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We didn't get any photos from the marathon course, but my next post, I'll put some pictures of when we were out and about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I certainly see Bermuda in the future for another visit. And you can't pass up the 4 medals and 4 tshirts for running the Triangle Challenge. 3 races-3 medals for each race and then a 4th medal (and shirt) for completing all 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-505885665135151003?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/505885665135151003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/01/bermuda-triangle-challenge.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/505885665135151003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/505885665135151003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/01/bermuda-triangle-challenge.html' title='Bermuda Triangle Challenge'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/S1XgeE_Lj0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/0I97OB9iRrg/s72-c/DSC02393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5673530795550285998</id><published>2010-01-02T11:43:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:59:22.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010...Ready or Not...Here I Come</title><content type='html'>Lately...I have been pondering my goals for 2010. After running 12 marathons in 2009, a lot of the goals I have been thinking about just don't seem 'big' enough. I've felt I needed a butt load of events to make the year successful. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with &lt;a href="http://dbclaxton.blogspot.com/"&gt;my coach&lt;/a&gt;, he convinced me I don't need to jump from one event to the next all year long. How about making a goal to &lt;em&gt;train&lt;/em&gt; for my events. Oh...well &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm going to train this year. Something I didn't do in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my January Marathons (&lt;a href="http://www.bermudaraceweekend.com/"&gt;Bermuda&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ingmiamimarathon.com/"&gt;Miami&lt;/a&gt;)...I plan on just surviving through...like last year. Then the training kicks in...actually &lt;em&gt;working&lt;/em&gt; on my running. What that means exactly...I don't know. I do know I would like to start improving my marathon time. After 2009, that should be pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the 100 mile bike ride...&lt;a href="http://www.hh100.org/"&gt;Hotter 'N Hell 100&lt;/a&gt;. What better reason to cross-train. And it will give me a fresh new goal to wrap my mind and body around. This weekend, I had Doug put Osana on the trainer for me. We're going to be spending a lot of time together this year. Might as well get aquainted sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running and Biking will be the focus this year. And more importantly, training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your goals make you happy and healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5673530795550285998?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5673530795550285998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010ready-or-nothere-i-come.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5673530795550285998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5673530795550285998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010ready-or-nothere-i-come.html' title='2010...Ready or Not...Here I Come'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-4145024572789227423</id><published>2009-12-26T16:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:09:03.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Goal, Girl!</title><content type='html'>Could it be happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;The New Year-No Goal Doldrums?&lt;br /&gt;I've got the blahs...and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's common after accomplishing a big goal.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I whine because I need to work out.&lt;br /&gt;And then I whine cuz Doug asks me to go work out.&lt;br /&gt;Then I whine when he goes to work out and I sit at home.&lt;br /&gt;I whine cuz it's too cold to work out.&lt;br /&gt;I whine cuz my ass is getting fat on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into a whiny fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some new goals.&lt;br /&gt;And wine.&lt;br /&gt;Fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-4145024572789227423?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/4145024572789227423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-goal-girl.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4145024572789227423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4145024572789227423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-goal-girl.html' title='Get a Goal, Girl!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-688016395706039171</id><published>2009-12-19T18:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:29:10.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Completed Events</title><content type='html'>Below is a list of events I completed during 2009. Some good, some bad and some...very ugly. Whatever way I crossed the finish line, it was worth every step, sweat drip, smile, pain in my ass and tear drop that fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TA DA!!!!...(Click on the link to see the race report)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12.06.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-marathons-in-12-monthsaccomplished.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RNR Las Vegas Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.01.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/11/bass-pro-shop-marathon.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bass Pro Shop Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10.25.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-spirngs-5050-marathon.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blue Springs 50/50 Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.18.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/10/motoring-in-motor-city.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Detroit Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.11.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/walk-in-parkpatriots-run-race-report.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patriot's Run Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;09.07.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-hell-and-back-on-labor-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heart of America Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;09.05.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/royal-kinda-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Royals 5K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;08.15.09 Mayor's OP 5K Farmstead Stampede&lt;br /&gt;08.09.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/susan-g-koman-5k.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Susan G. Koman 5K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.02.09 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/cider-mill-bike-ride.html"&gt;Cider Mill Century Bike (53 miles)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;06.27.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/rnr-seattle-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RNR Seattle Marathon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;06.13.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/hatfield-and-mccoy-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hatfield and McCoy Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;05.31.09 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/lone-star-century-bike-ride.html"&gt;Lone Star Century Bike (54 miles)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;05.17.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-bay-marathon-report.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cellcom Green Bay Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.03.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/lincoln-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lincoln Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;04.18.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/frisco-fifty-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frisco Fifty Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;04.04.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/olathe-half-marathon-2009.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olathe Half Marathon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;01.11.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/01/marathon-number-1-of-2009-walt-disney.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walt Disney World Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;01.10.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/01/hakuna-matatawalt-disney-world-half.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Walt Disney World Half Marathon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;****12 MARATHONS****/2 Half Marathons/3 5K's/2 50+ Bike Rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year! Besides running 12 marathons for the year I:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran a Half Marathon and a Full Marathon back to back on the same weekend (Disney)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran 2 Marathons within 5 days of each other (Heart of American Marathon on Monday and the Patriot's Run Marathon on Friday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran three Marathons back to back weekends (Detroit, Blue Springs 50/50 and Bass Pro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are times I sit and think anyone could have done this. Then there are times I sit in amazement, wondering how I did what I did. I feel very lucky to have accomplished this goal. To have stayed healthy. To have such great support from friends and family. To have been able travel to so many great places. I have to say, I'm not the fastest runner by any way, shape or form. And a lot of these marathon finishes were ugly. But... I got up, got out there and I crossed that finish line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are only a handful of people I know that have completed 12 (or more) marathons in a years time. And knowing the strength and endurance of 3 of them, I have to say I'm in pretty awesome company. And, of course, there are those of you that have run 100 milers, 24 hour adventure races and Ironmans that totally amaze me and are much tougher than I could ever dream. But...everything is relative and means something different to each of us. For me, I remember when I ran my first 5K. What a goal that was. Now here I am, just a few years later running marathons. Just get out there...have fun...do something good for yourself...and push yourself to your limits...and beyond, sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...what's the goal for 2010? Doug says we should run 2 international marathons. Which...we already have planned-so that's not much of a 'goal'. I think he's trying to make 2010 a little easier for me than this year. I could overachieve and see if Laurel or Marci will house us for a third :). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But until January 1st comes, I'm going to savor my 2009 accomplishment and dream of what 2010 will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-688016395706039171?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/688016395706039171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-completed-events.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/688016395706039171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/688016395706039171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-completed-events.html' title='2009 Completed Events'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2309116178777355532</id><published>2009-12-07T08:12:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:06:15.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Marathons in 12 Months...ACCOMPLISHED!</title><content type='html'>I finished my 12th marathon of the year at the Rock 'N' Roll Las Vegas Marathon!&lt;br /&gt;My 2009 goal.&lt;br /&gt;And...it just happened to be on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whirlwind trip. We didn't leave until early morning Saturday. Arrived to Vegas, met up with Karen and went to packet pick up and rocked out with some Elvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx75DsUopWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cyPpZ9rghRI/s1600-h/DSC02254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413037643978548578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx75DsUopWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cyPpZ9rghRI/s400/DSC02254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that afternoon Amanda and I headed off to see the Lion King as Doug met up with his team to go to the pasta party to celebrate the start a great journey...their first half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx79tcHprUI/AAAAAAAAA9A/kHDm9R8LEPQ/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx76QX5ZY_I/AAAAAAAAA84/5RMCzC6ejPE/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413038961345520626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx76QX5ZY_I/AAAAAAAAA84/5RMCzC6ejPE/s400/DSC02258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was an early morning race day with a 6:15 am start. I kissed Doug as he left uber early to meet up with his team to give them their last minute inspiration and instructions. Amanda and I 'slept in' til around 4:45 am. Karen then came up to meet us so we could take the tram to Mandalay Bay.&lt;br /&gt;The Marathon Girls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx79tcHprUI/AAAAAAAAA9A/kHDm9R8LEPQ/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413042759230139714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx79tcHprUI/AAAAAAAAA9A/kHDm9R8LEPQ/s400/DSC02272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading out, I lost my phone somewhere in between our room and the bathroom downstairs. I wanted to take it with me to call Stacey and Nikemom to see if we could meet up and also to take some pictures of the race. I didn't find it, but thought it might had been upstairs in the room. It ended up at lost and found and I was able to recover it. Whoo Hoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the start, Amanda took off to her corral and Karen and I started together. The start was fun with 15 minutes of continuous fireworks, the whole strip still lit up, 2 white tigers pacing at the start, 30 thousand people and huge tv screens displaying the coverage of the marathon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ran the first half with my BFF, Karen, and then had a strong second half. From mile 12-26.2 I passed over 100 people and only 2 of those ever passed me back up. I felt like a rock star! And as I crossed the finish line, I had the best person ever present me my medal...Doug. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then waited for Karen and Doug presented Karen with her medal as well. With several tears flowing, we headed back to the hotel to get ready and cleaned up to meet up with a few friends for celebration drinks for:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doug's 82 marathon...my birthday...Doug's team completing their 1st half marathon...Karen's 2nd marathon...Amanda's 3rd marathon and my 12th marathon of the year. Now THAT'S a lot to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a few of us after Mexican food and margaritas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx7-BK7C8QI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SfOBlngq4gQ/s1600-h/vegas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413043098211250434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx7-BK7C8QI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SfOBlngq4gQ/s400/vegas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all...a fun weekend. A whirlwind...and I never even put a penny in the slots as I was already ONE LUCKY GIRL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2309116178777355532?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2309116178777355532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-marathons-in-12-monthsaccomplished.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2309116178777355532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2309116178777355532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-marathons-in-12-monthsaccomplished.html' title='12 Marathons in 12 Months...ACCOMPLISHED!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sx75DsUopWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cyPpZ9rghRI/s72-c/DSC02254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1328055960551152856</id><published>2009-11-07T07:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:23:51.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bass Pro Shop Marathon</title><content type='html'>It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Really... I should say I sucked.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't.&lt;br /&gt;It is a great race.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect weather.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful fall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;foliage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;Nice trails to run on.&lt;br /&gt;It really is a great race.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my crappy attitude to take away from their race.&lt;br /&gt;It was me.&lt;br /&gt;Not the race.&lt;br /&gt;I was toast from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;3 marathons in 3 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;Is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;At mile 7 I was ready to quit.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need this marathon to make up my 12 of the year. I had already done an 'extra' so I was one up.&lt;br /&gt;I came up on Battlefield Mall and knew I was several miles from Bass Pro, so if I wanted to quit, I would have to walk several miles back to Bass Pro. Well crap. Why would I do that? Just keep going forward. Forward. Forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uggg&lt;/span&gt;...it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind set changed.&lt;br /&gt;It got better.&lt;br /&gt;Not great.&lt;br /&gt;But better.&lt;br /&gt;I finished.&lt;br /&gt;With a smile.&lt;br /&gt;And got my Big Bad Ass Bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SvVye-r6zGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/-aOIsX0rYFk/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401349204649626722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SvVye-r6zGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/-aOIsX0rYFk/s400/DSC02235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next marathon...2 weeks. I'm having a hard time getting excited about it. I'm still not fully set on running it. Then the grand finale in Vegas on my birthday. I AM excited about that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1328055960551152856?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1328055960551152856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/11/bass-pro-shop-marathon.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1328055960551152856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1328055960551152856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/11/bass-pro-shop-marathon.html' title='Bass Pro Shop Marathon'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SvVye-r6zGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/-aOIsX0rYFk/s72-c/DSC02235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-664664278785061371</id><published>2009-10-26T19:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:38:21.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Springs 50/50 Marathon</title><content type='html'>What a difference a week makes.&lt;br /&gt;One week ago I ran the Detroit Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;This week...the Blue Springs 50/50 Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;It's 50/50 cuz they offer a 50 Miler...50K&lt;br /&gt;And the Marathon and Half Marathon are just the junior races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago I was running into a different county with 18000 people.&lt;br /&gt;This week...on a local crushed gravel trail I've run several times with probably a total of 50 people.&lt;br /&gt;Last week thousands of volunteers, spectators and police on the course.&lt;br /&gt;This week a handful of spectators waiting for their runner to come back to 'base' before heading towards another out and back. A max of 2 people at the water stop. And miles and miles on my own with not a person in sight. It was heaven. So calm. So peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;We did have all kinds of goodies at the water stops this week cuz of the ultra runners. Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;The trees were all sorts of beautiful colors both weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining both weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Except the last .2 miles of this marathon where it poured.&lt;br /&gt;Leaves blanketed the trail this week.&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of leaves crunching under my feet. I think heaven will have a place you can go anytime you want to listen to the leaves crunch under your feet.&lt;br /&gt;I did have to stop...kid you not...at least a dozen times to empty out my shoes of crushed gravel and leaves. I need some gators.&lt;br /&gt;Last week 10 former Biggest Loser competitors competed in the half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;This week 10 people ran the 50 miler. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Last week an awesome long sleeved pink dry fit shirt.&lt;br /&gt;This week a long sleeved blue cotton tshirt that has a hand drawn turtle with a hat on it.&lt;br /&gt;Last week a beautifully designed medal.&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't actually receive cuz I'm too slow.&lt;br /&gt;But still hope to get it in the mail eventually.&lt;br /&gt;This week...I had hoped for the ever famous light switch cover medal.&lt;br /&gt;Kid you not. They handed out light switch covers with a printed picture of a man on a trail running glued to it.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's why I ran this damn race.&lt;br /&gt;So I could get a light switch cover.&lt;br /&gt;Doug has two.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;But this year I got the now ever famous...&lt;br /&gt;Turtle...with a hat...cut out of ply-wood with a piece of paper glued to it that says Blue Springs 26.2M.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I really wanted a light switch cover.&lt;br /&gt;Doug said he would trade me a light switch cover for my cut out turtle but that's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of a medal...I got a woodal.&lt;br /&gt;Oh...did I fail to mention, when I went to my car...the paper on my woodal got wet and crinkled.&lt;br /&gt;See the beauty for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SuZBTx20S-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/sspXhUUll8E/s1600-h/DSC02226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397073011506695138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SuZBTx20S-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/sspXhUUll8E/s400/DSC02226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...despite the numerous breaks emptying the shoes. Tons of walking. .2 miles in the pouring rain. And my beautiful woodal...it was all good. Wish I could have gotten a damn light switch cover, but at least this week I got something.&lt;br /&gt;It really is just funny what a difference a week makes. I really did enjoy both marathons. Each certainly had their own pros. And I love my woodal like I love every other medal I have earned.&lt;br /&gt;And...what else did I have to do on a Sunday?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-664664278785061371?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/664664278785061371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-spirngs-5050-marathon.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/664664278785061371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/664664278785061371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-spirngs-5050-marathon.html' title='Blue Springs 50/50 Marathon'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SuZBTx20S-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/sspXhUUll8E/s72-c/DSC02226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-4456615261087562023</id><published>2009-10-20T19:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:45:30.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motoring in Motor City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/St5V88xdouI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/gvldqgZ8DB0/s1600-h/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394843909230535394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/St5V88xdouI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/gvldqgZ8DB0/s400/DSC02201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     *********This is how I looked the whole time!**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon Number 9 of the year...DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more than pleasantly surprised with the Detroit Marathon. I'm not sure what I was thinking, but I wasn't expecting the beauty I encountered running this marathon. This was a great course. If you ever get a chance to run this...DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was perfect about the marathon:&lt;br /&gt;Weather was a little chilly, but once I warmed up...perfect.&lt;br /&gt;The sun was out and shining.&lt;br /&gt;Met Coach Ken.&lt;br /&gt;The fall foliage was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Running into our Northern neighbors land was fun. Thanks Ontario!&lt;br /&gt;The mile long tunnel under the Detroit River was super exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Belle Isle was...belle.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new friends on the course.&lt;br /&gt;Such amazing neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers galore.&lt;br /&gt;Beer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for water, especially when it is sparkling in the sun and there was plenty of running near the water.&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't even get a medal at the finish. They ran out. But I was way okay with it cuz I had such a wonderful experience. And I know I'll get it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;Well...the Bass Pro Shop Marathon is in Springfield Missouri in two weeks. However...I'm PONDERING a local marathon this weekend. We'll see how I feel. And if the weather is good. It would be kinda fun to do 3 marathons in 3 weekends. We'll see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-4456615261087562023?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/4456615261087562023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/10/motoring-in-motor-city.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4456615261087562023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4456615261087562023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/10/motoring-in-motor-city.html' title='Motoring in Motor City'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/St5V88xdouI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/gvldqgZ8DB0/s72-c/DSC02201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3792368745823067541</id><published>2009-10-06T20:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:37:39.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit from Stevie Nicks</title><content type='html'>Or so I thought when I walked in the front door one recent evening.&lt;br /&gt;Doug was missing.&lt;br /&gt;Molly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a haze of smoke hanging in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Filling the room with the scent of incense.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering where Ms. Nicks was hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After phoning Doug to ensure he wasn't tied up somewhere by Stevie herself, he assured me he was okay and failed to notice the smell in the house. When he returned home, he pretty much indicated I was crazy and I was smelling things. I knew something was up but couldn't figure out what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking for ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours, I was wearing him down.&lt;br /&gt;He gave in and asked me if I wanted to know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Well yes...&lt;br /&gt;But no...&lt;br /&gt;Not if it's supposed to be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;A surprise for our anniversary, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing, Doug wanted to make sure I liked the surprise before he continued working on it. So he took me out to the garage where he had been working on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SsvtCuTEEiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZwlKZD3Hn3A/s1600-h/DSC02191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389662010122441250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SsvtCuTEEiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZwlKZD3Hn3A/s400/DSC02191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a plaque he was making that reads:&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS KISS ME GOODNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scent ended up being Doug burning the letters into the wood. So no Stevie Nicks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have wanted one of these forever.&lt;br /&gt;But have never bought one.&lt;br /&gt;Does it get any better when one is actually made for you?!&lt;br /&gt;How thoughtful is that?!&lt;br /&gt;I truly have a wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we hung it up above our bed.&lt;br /&gt;It's huge.&lt;br /&gt;The full length of our king size bed.&lt;br /&gt;And it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;And Doug...with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Ssvry09pPWI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GnNuf8JMKYE/s1600-h/DSC02194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389660637522115938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Ssvry09pPWI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GnNuf8JMKYE/s400/DSC02194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3792368745823067541?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3792368745823067541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/10/visit-from-stevie-nicks.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3792368745823067541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3792368745823067541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/10/visit-from-stevie-nicks.html' title='A Visit from Stevie Nicks'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SsvtCuTEEiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZwlKZD3Hn3A/s72-c/DSC02191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6683974935664785999</id><published>2009-09-27T14:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:05:49.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bunch of Busy's</title><content type='html'>As of late, it appears life has a hold of not just me, but many of you.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my blogger buddies haven't been posting like usual.&lt;br /&gt;I.totally.understand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've been up to lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new job with a great company!&lt;br /&gt;Back to running on a halfway regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;Then...Doug and I have been canning fools.&lt;br /&gt;Grape jelly. Made from our very own grapes out of our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Smooshing grapes. No foot wine (or jelly) here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sr---lyB8fI/AAAAAAAAA7w/VkMcOl01xxI/s1600-h/DSC02183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386233661861523954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sr---lyB8fI/AAAAAAAAA7w/VkMcOl01xxI/s400/DSC02183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salsa...Not sure why we didn't snap any pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cinnamon Apple Sauce....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sr_BuCXu9-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/ntcBgLtUIig/s1600-h/DSC02189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386236676012963810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sr_BuCXu9-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/ntcBgLtUIig/s400/DSC02189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we also made our first batch of apple pies. From scratch.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this baby. Yummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sr-_6_DXkUI/AAAAAAAAA74/nANSH1upyeY/s1600-h/DSC02185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386234699437281602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sr-_6_DXkUI/AAAAAAAAA74/nANSH1upyeY/s400/DSC02185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Neither of us have ever attempted this before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a blast making new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they have all turned out delish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, we have a new wine brewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows what is up Doug's sleeve that will be next on the list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6683974935664785999?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6683974935664785999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/bunch-of-busys.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6683974935664785999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6683974935664785999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/bunch-of-busys.html' title='A Bunch of Busy&apos;s'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sr---lyB8fI/AAAAAAAAA7w/VkMcOl01xxI/s72-c/DSC02183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2106509561224556536</id><published>2009-09-13T09:31:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:37:26.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk in the Park...Patriot's Run Race Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0QzwkgHUI/AAAAAAAAA7g/5c1AKoWrKR0/s1600-h/DSC02159.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0QHdpdDnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RbX__nycdiU/s1600-h/Doug+and+Tom+Patriot%27s+Run+9-11-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The numbers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marathon number 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marathon number 8 of the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second marathon in four days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third race in less than a week (a 5K race and 2 marathons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My worst marathon time to date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the most fun marathon I've run (really walked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran the &lt;a href="http://www.patriotsrun.us/"&gt;Patriot's Run&lt;/a&gt; on 9.11.09. It's an 'annual event held to commemorate the tragic events of September 11th, 2001. With this event we remember, not only those victims who were lost, but also those soldiers, police, firefighters and others who served this country both on that day and every day thereafter. In this way we honor all the people who work to insure that this tragedy never repeats itself' (taken from the Patriot's Run website).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I got up and around for the day, I thanked God for my family and friends and our freedom we have. I knew it was going to be a day of remembrance, but didn't realize how much it would affect me. As I was driving the 5 minutes to the race start (kid you not...how awesome is that!), I saw a flag flying half staff and the tears welled up. That wasn't the only time it happened during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This race is run around a 3/4 mile loop, so in order to run the marathon distance, you loop the course 36 times. At first, I wasn't sure what to think about this. But then decided it was going to be a picnic in the park. So, as I pulled into the parking lot, I backed the truck up in a primo spot right on the trail to have everything we needed in a moments notice. I packed lawn chairs. I set up a table that had everything we needed every 3/4's of a mile. It was fabulous! We didn't have to carry our gu, water or anything else. It was perfect. Friends and family always knew where to find us. We passed or were passed by the same people over and over. It was awesome to cheer on friends you normally wouldn't see during a race because they run a different pace than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0O4AjjYuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/RxUNnUh3lFs/s1600-h/DSC02161.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below is a picture of Karen and me at the start. The lady in the yellow was our surrogate mother who kept things in her cooler for us and cheered us on lap after lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0RhCk9shI/AAAAAAAAA7o/LnK6RCFbb6U/s1600-h/DSC02160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380976389102875154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0RhCk9shI/AAAAAAAAA7o/LnK6RCFbb6U/s400/DSC02160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day started very warm and humid. The sun was shining and the race began right in the heat of the day. The race started at noon and ended at 9:11 pm. I opted for the marathon distance, but you could run any amount you wanted, one lap or as many laps you could in 9 hours and 11 minutes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen had a great idea of how we were going to count our laps. She brought Spree's and we set out the amount we needed. Each time I passed the car, I was going to eat one until they dwindled to zero and I crossed the finish line. Honestly, it was genius, as there were many people who had no idea how many laps they had covered. However, after lap 5 or 6, the candy was upsetting my stomach so we just set them off to the side after we finished a lap. Never fear, they were devoured by Doug and Connor when they came to cheer us on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome, I wanted some Coke and ice pops, so I called Doug on one of the loops and the next thing you know...there they were! We shared the ice pops with the other runners and they were a huge hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen was a trooper. She planned on running 14 miles, but ended up with 18 by the time I finished. She is the BESTEST BFF ever, walking with me mile after mile. And that's truly what I did. Walk. Mile after mile. It seriously was a Walk in the Park. But it was the best walk in the park. The man that won the ultra ran and ran and ran and I would guess 95% of the times he lapped me, he said, 'good job'. He was amazing, he never slowed from the first lap to the last lap. He was a machine. Our friend Rob, who came up from Springfield had run approximately 41 miles with two hours still to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break in the lawn chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0QzwkgHUI/AAAAAAAAA7g/5c1AKoWrKR0/s1600-h/DSC02159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380975611174985026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0QzwkgHUI/AAAAAAAAA7g/5c1AKoWrKR0/s400/DSC02159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doug and Tom taking a lap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380974850181238386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0QHdpdDnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RbX__nycdiU/s400" /&gt;What stole my heart the most were two men carrying flags during all 9 hours and 11 minutes of the race. One of them is a local runner, Greg Vaughn, that carries the American flag on all of his runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0NwVaeZlI/AAAAAAAAA7I/y2SLpM1WR9E/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380972253810681426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0NwVaeZlI/AAAAAAAAA7I/y2SLpM1WR9E/s400/DSC02171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other is a man who carries the 'Flag of Hope'. It is a flag that has the names of all of the victims and rescue workers of 9.11.01. It was beautiful. He has already run all 50 states, but is making his second round with this flag. It was such an honor to run with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0L3WEMmuI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CBO4iZjqkjE/s1600-h/DSC02167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380970175221504738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0L3WEMmuI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CBO4iZjqkjE/s400/DSC02167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE this race. The only issue I heard of, which was a biggie, was people not knowing how many laps they had run. When they went to ask, the computer tracking the laps was like 15 minutes delayed, so you could have finished your laps, but didn't know 'real time', so most did a few extra laps to 'make sure' you did what you wanted. That kinda sucked, but all in all...it was the most fun marathon I've done. Just to have access to everything you needed at all times. To have your friends and family at every mile. To have soooo many friends out running and you were able to see them over and over. It was such a good time. It's probably not for those that want to PR, as there were people on the track, all running/walking different speeds. But if you want to go out, have a fun, laid back day, this is the race for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This race is already on the list for next year. Hopefully, running all 9 hours 11 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2106509561224556536?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2106509561224556536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/walk-in-parkpatriots-run-race-report.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2106509561224556536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2106509561224556536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/walk-in-parkpatriots-run-race-report.html' title='A Walk in the Park...Patriot&apos;s Run Race Report'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sq0RhCk9shI/AAAAAAAAA7o/LnK6RCFbb6U/s72-c/DSC02160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-7629781879426527817</id><published>2009-09-09T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:16:10.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Hell and Back on Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Let's start off with what most of you already know about me lately.&lt;br /&gt;My running routine has sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't run over 16 miles in a WEEK'S time OVER the last 10 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Yes...it's true.&lt;br /&gt;It's that bad.&lt;br /&gt;So when Doug and I discussed the &lt;a href="http://ctc.coin.org/hoa/"&gt;Heart of America Marathon&lt;/a&gt;, I really dismissed running it.&lt;br /&gt;Until last Thursday when I brought it back up to Doug.&lt;br /&gt;Really...what was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;We ran this last year and it was hot, humid, hard and hilly.&lt;br /&gt;Race Report from last year is &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2008/09/hills-are-aliveheart-of-america.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's slated as one of the hardest marathons (non trail) in the country due to all the the aboved mentioned reasons.&lt;br /&gt;So...Thursday, I musta been feeling invincible and we decided to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;Why, again?&lt;br /&gt;Could be because it's in Columbia, MO.&lt;br /&gt;Home to Doug's beloved MU Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;There's a $25 entry fee.&lt;br /&gt;It's low key.&lt;br /&gt;Or to just torture myself for my lack of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it was humid, hard and hilly. The heat held off and we ran over 5 hours in fog or heavy cloud cover so I think that saved me.&lt;br /&gt;I started out well. Taking it very easy. Run/walking with a ratio of 4 to 1 and walking up the hills and running down them.&lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised at how well I was fairing.&lt;br /&gt;Until the last six miles when my back started acting up.&lt;br /&gt;But I hung in there.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;But I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said last year we would have plans over Labor Day so this marathon couldn't be an option, but I SWEAR next year we will NOT be doing this marathon.&lt;br /&gt;It certainly knows how to kick your arse and take your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's marathon number SEVEN for the year.&lt;br /&gt;When is number eight?&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...could be...Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes...THIS Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-7629781879426527817?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/7629781879426527817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-hell-and-back-on-labor-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7629781879426527817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7629781879426527817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-hell-and-back-on-labor-day.html' title='To Hell and Back on Labor Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5293951959828784991</id><published>2009-09-06T09:42:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:26:35.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Royal Kinda Day</title><content type='html'>I spent most of the day at the K yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Kauffman Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Home of the Kansas City Royals.&lt;br /&gt;First Go 'Round...The 1st Annual Royals 5K.&lt;br /&gt;Showing some team spirit before heading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPQ7wTh0GI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ajl5JaiEouQ/s1600-h/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378372105008173154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPQ7wTh0GI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ajl5JaiEouQ/s400/DSC02117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started with Rock Star parking.&lt;br /&gt;Five steps from the start.&lt;br /&gt;Here are Karen's boys, pumped up and ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPP-92aEaI/AAAAAAAAA6o/LSaHGXjvhoQ/s1600-h/DSC02121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378371060672106914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPP-92aEaI/AAAAAAAAA6o/LSaHGXjvhoQ/s400/DSC02121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5K was run mostly around the stadium, in the parking lot, so not too breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;But...what was exciting is running through the tunnel...into the bull pen...onto the warning track...around the stadium to the finish line with your picture displayed on the jumbotron. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a picture of Team Wobo as they crossed the finish... So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPPT7CSkAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/1b93q5ROsAY/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378370321182265346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPPT7CSkAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/1b93q5ROsAY/s400/DSC02132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Karen, the boys and me on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPZJrTFomI/AAAAAAAAA64/0wWTy3yORII/s1600-h/DSC02128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378381140275339874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPZJrTFomI/AAAAAAAAA64/0wWTy3yORII/s400/DSC02128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was off to the best feast ever...Orange juice. Bananas. Chocolate milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the usual treats you enjoy after a race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this race went above and beyond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did we get the above mentioned, they also had smoothies. Ice cream. Orange crush. Chocolate doughnuts. Powdered doughnuts. Yummm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the kicker...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot dogs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they were sooo delish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So good, I had two! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 9:00 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes...it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPOmwEVPjI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/0OlNZP6tFNM/s1600-h/DSC02134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378369545143926322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPOmwEVPjI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/0OlNZP6tFNM/s400/DSC02134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was home for a few hours before returning for the Royals game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a beautiful night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes...more hot dogs were involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except this time with onions and peppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a pic of Karen and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being twinkies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our three strands of beads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our necklaces from the Nike Women's Marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our t-shirts from the Royals 5K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this picture, our hair even looks to be the same color.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the BFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPM_1PVR2I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/5TYuV6nMNMs/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378367777005717346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPM_1PVR2I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/5TYuV6nMNMs/s400/DSC02140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Doug, looking sweet, as though he's kissing my ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's biting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPMNFaTWPI/AAAAAAAAA6I/38h6d7PzM-M/s1600-h/DSC02142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378366905173367026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPMNFaTWPI/AAAAAAAAA6I/38h6d7PzM-M/s400/DSC02142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our Ace...Zack Greinke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best pitcher around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad he didn't get the help he deserved for a Royals win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well...you can't win them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPLTwMON4I/AAAAAAAAA6A/tlA8IbUbE50/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378365920224622466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPLTwMON4I/AAAAAAAAA6A/tlA8IbUbE50/s400/DSC02147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun times had by all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Royal(s) Kinda Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5293951959828784991?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5293951959828784991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/royal-kinda-day.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5293951959828784991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5293951959828784991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/09/royal-kinda-day.html' title='A Royal Kinda Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SqPQ7wTh0GI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ajl5JaiEouQ/s72-c/DSC02117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2814576745921001771</id><published>2009-08-30T17:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:16:10.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Once Lost, But Now I'm Found</title><content type='html'>Hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...running has been nil lately. Well...more than lately...more like the last couple of months. It's been very pathetic on the running front. I have so not had the mojo to care or even want to care. I think I totally burnt myself out running 6 marathons the first half of the year and I think I needed a break. So a break I took. A long, long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be feeling a tickle from the running bug again. I'm hoping it lasts a while. Here's a breakdown of what's transpired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last several months:&lt;br /&gt;A couple 5K's...nearly zilcho running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Doug's &lt;a href="http://www.ccteamchallenge.org/site6.aspx"&gt;Team Challenge&lt;/a&gt; group had their first training run. What a perfect morning. It looks to be a good group. So much so that those that finished first, turned around and backtracked on the trail to bring in the next wave of runners. In the end, everyone 'finished' together. It was very moving to already have a team be a 'team'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Met my BFF for 10 miles. Sad to say, 10 miles is the longest distance I've covered in &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; some time. But, the good news is, we covered the distance and had a great time. Another perfect morning. Two back to back training days and I've covered more distance than I have run in the whole month of July. Gotta start back somewhere, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to things turning around and getting back on track. It's time. There are a lot of marathons that need to be run. And a lot of potato chips that need to be run off these hips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2814576745921001771?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2814576745921001771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-once-lost-but-now-im-found.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2814576745921001771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2814576745921001771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-once-lost-but-now-im-found.html' title='Was Once Lost, But Now I&apos;m Found'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5222577763834527512</id><published>2009-08-12T11:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:33:30.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan G. Koman 5K</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we ran the Susan G. Koman 5K in Kansas City. This race hadn't been on the calendar until we received an email from Ford offering to pay our entry. Well...how do you pass &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; up? Along with the race entry, we received the regular race t-shirt &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; another t-shirt designed by Ford that we all wore race day. We were the Ford Warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed up for chip timing, but at packet pickup, things were a bit discombobulated, which was no biggie, but we didn't end up with our chips. So we ran the 5K fun run, which was way fine in the end as I'm glad my time wasn't recorded. This course was hilly. Crammed packed from start to finish. And a ton of fun. They had 27,000 plus participants. For a 5K! It was crazy, but a total blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SoLxQSWEBoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/f4Ui_qlpLMs/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369118967883630210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SoLxQSWEBoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/f4Ui_qlpLMs/s400/DSC02078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was signed up to run the Martini Mile yesterday with my girlfriends, but had to cancel. One of our neighbor's passed away and his visitation was last night. Richard was the owner of Molly's friend, Harley. It's sad that Molly's friend isn't across the street anymore to play with. Richard willed Harley to a friend, otherwise we would have become one dog richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SoL6mvIK4dI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TqDMHgU9x_4/s1600-h/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369129249171759570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SoL6mvIK4dI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TqDMHgU9x_4/s400/DSC01801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5222577763834527512?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5222577763834527512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/susan-g-koman-5k.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5222577763834527512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5222577763834527512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/susan-g-koman-5k.html' title='Susan G. Koman 5K'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SoLxQSWEBoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/f4Ui_qlpLMs/s72-c/DSC02078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-4093338415276547694</id><published>2009-08-07T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:55:58.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Down...Six to Go</title><content type='html'>Six marathons completed thus far in 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.11.09 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/01/marathon-number-1-of-2009-walt-disney.html"&gt;Walt Disney World Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.18.09 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/frisco-fifty-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;Frisco Fifty Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.03.09 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/lincoln-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;Lincoln Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.17.09 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-bay-marathon-report.html"&gt;Green Bay Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.13.09 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/hatfield-and-mccoy-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;Hatfield and McCoy Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.27.09 &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/rnr-seattle-marathon-race-report.html"&gt;RNR Seattle Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six marathons to go. This is the plan (disclaimer... and is subject to change)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.11.09 &lt;a href="http://www.active.com/page/Event_Details.htm?assetId=941281ef-0944-43c6-b600-10db55e6c539&amp;amp;event_id=1548743"&gt;Patriot's Run Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.27.09 &lt;a href="http://www.qcmarathon.org/"&gt;Quad Cities&lt;/a&gt; OR &lt;a href="http://www.omahamarathon.com/"&gt;Omaha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.18.09 &lt;a href="http://www.freepmarathon.com/"&gt;Detroit Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.01.09 &lt;a href="http://www.basspro.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/CFPage?storeId=10151&amp;amp;catalogId=10001&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;appID=512&amp;amp;template=content.cfm&amp;amp;objectID=4"&gt;Bass Pro Shop Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.22.09 &lt;a href="http://www.gobblergrindmarathon.com/"&gt;Gobbler Grind Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.06.09 &lt;a href="http://las-vegas.competitor.com/"&gt;RNR Vegas Marathon&lt;/a&gt; (my birthday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a back up, if needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.27.09 &lt;a href="http://s122036257.onlinehome.us/images/race_apps/runfortheranch/runfortheranch_main.htm"&gt;Run for the Ranch Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone doing any of these? If so, it would be fun to meet up. Or if anyone wants to run Gobbler Grind here in Overland Park, Kansas, let me know, depending on who you are :), we may have a free bed available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the marathons start back up, I'm very excited to mix it up a bit in the next few weeks and play in some fun runs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday we're running the &lt;a href="http://www.komenkansascity.org/site/PageServer"&gt;Susan G. Koman Race for the Cure 5K&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we're running the &lt;a href="http://www.sportsbras2sportsbars.com/mm09.php"&gt;Martini Mile&lt;/a&gt;. A one mile run where at the end you get a free martini. How does one pass that up?&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the month, the &lt;a href="http://www.psychowyco.com/actionevents/id26.html"&gt;Mud and Muck-Kansas City's Dirtiest 5K&lt;/a&gt;. A 5K course that runs on paved roads, over trails, cross country and through a mud pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-4093338415276547694?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/4093338415276547694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/six-downsix-to-go.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4093338415276547694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4093338415276547694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/six-downsix-to-go.html' title='Six Down...Six to Go'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8434931636016128602</id><published>2009-08-02T13:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:34:48.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cider Mill Bike Ride</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.jcbikeclub.org/"&gt;Cider Mill Century&lt;/a&gt; has been on my calendar for quite some time now. It had options of 25, 50, 70 or 100 miles. It was something I was wavering on up until yesterday. I even thought about calling a friend of mine to see if he was riding, but didn't cuz I was afraid I was going to flake out again. I didn't though! And so glad about it. It was a perfect day for a ride. Just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled in and went to sign up. Instead of t-shirts, which I have &lt;em&gt;wayyy&lt;/em&gt; too many, they opted for pint glasses with 'Cider Mill Century 2009' on one side and the other side has a little person riding their bike down the road. Too cute. And I can use that more than needing yet another t-shirt in my closet. Especially now with the blueberry ale they have at one of the breweries here in town. Already off to a great start. That, along with the slight chill in the air...Ahhh...For real...this is August. Normally at 7:00 am it's already 80 degrees. This morning...in the 50's. Perfect. I also ran into at least a half a dozen friends and we chatted it up before the race started. It was good to see friends I hadn't seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I decided on 50 miles. I was thinking maybe 25 since I have not been on the bike in three and a half weeks. Kid.You.Not. Sad. I know. But it's the truth. But 25, really? I feel I could do that in my sleep. So 50 it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ride is out in the countryside. We start at &lt;a href="http://www.louisburgcidermill.com/"&gt;Louisburg Cider Mill&lt;/a&gt; where they make delish homemade cider and apple cider doughnuts. As everyone is headed out, I look over and there are 4 horses galloping through the pasture. It was so beautiful to see with the sun just beginning to rise and fog hovering the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the bike ride was pretty easy. Up until the last 10 miles where I think they stuck all the hills! But other than that, there was hardly a wind, the sun was shining, and the temperature was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ride, Hy-Vee catered a scrumptious lunch. I could have sat under the tent with the slight breeze all day talking with Jenny. But I figured I should give my seat up to those coming in from the 70 miler. So before heading home, I grabbed some sparking apple raspberry cider, some pomegranate cider and some apple cider doughnuts. On my way out, I spotted my friend, Craig, coming in off the bike. He missed the 50 mile turn around and ended up doing 70 miles. He still had a smile on his face when he rolled in so it looks as things went well for him. Great job Craig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home, windows down, sunroof open, I couldn't do anything but smile from ear to ear and sing at the top of my lungs. This is &lt;em&gt;JUST &lt;/em&gt;what I needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8434931636016128602?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8434931636016128602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/cider-mill-bike-ride.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8434931636016128602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8434931636016128602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/cider-mill-bike-ride.html' title='Cider Mill Bike Ride'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-959127723170675265</id><published>2009-08-01T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:23:12.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One More Mile</title><content type='html'>Doug and I walked Ned...Nasty Evil Dog...aka Molly one mile today. What differentiated this mile from any other is it was Mols 200th mile. We celebrated with turkey bacon after we returned home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SnSB9Z3C8-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/iXEYO8x86II/s1600-h/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365055948018873314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SnSB9Z3C8-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/iXEYO8x86II/s400/DSC02073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking forward to many more with my little monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-959127723170675265?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/959127723170675265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-one-more-mile.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/959127723170675265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/959127723170675265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-one-more-mile.html' title='Just One More Mile'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SnSB9Z3C8-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/iXEYO8x86II/s72-c/DSC02073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6018486197277315147</id><published>2009-07-26T09:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:30:19.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for My Lost Shaker of Salt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I went shopping for a few things and came home with a surprise Doug has been yearning for for quite some time now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Margaritaville Margarita Maker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's sooo fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta love a happy man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First up...strawberry margaritas with, of course, fresh strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then blueberry margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SmxmTF90LbI/AAAAAAAAA44/LYY9I56Jevk/s1600-h/DSC02066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362773734496415154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SmxmTF90LbI/AAAAAAAAA44/LYY9I56Jevk/s400/DSC02066.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then cantaloupe margaritas!&lt;br /&gt;Getting in your five servings of fruit a day was never so easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Smxlq0u8EvI/AAAAAAAAA4w/5-leLrZ_sGE/s1600-h/DSC02067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362773042675847922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Smxlq0u8EvI/AAAAAAAAA4w/5-leLrZ_sGE/s400/DSC02067.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More home construction. Doug removed the door to our downstairs and installed an arch. Now he's tiled the inside of the arch and is getting ready to finish up around the outside. He's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SmxkRVmMu-I/AAAAAAAAA4o/J4SX-zmRmjI/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362771505309334498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SmxkRVmMu-I/AAAAAAAAA4o/J4SX-zmRmjI/s400/DSC02059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mols says, "Hello!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SmxjeTG7tjI/AAAAAAAAA4g/DSD0XiGQqOU/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362770628467996210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SmxjeTG7tjI/AAAAAAAAA4g/DSD0XiGQqOU/s400/DSC02057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6018486197277315147?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6018486197277315147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-for-my-lost-shaker-of-salt.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6018486197277315147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6018486197277315147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-for-my-lost-shaker-of-salt.html' title='Looking for My Lost Shaker of Salt'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SmxmTF90LbI/AAAAAAAAA44/LYY9I56Jevk/s72-c/DSC02066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1961330198534041722</id><published>2009-07-23T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:29:21.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found: Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I found some much needed inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;It came in several ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, with &lt;em&gt;Born to Run&lt;/em&gt;, a book that was suggested by &lt;a href="http://runningonstrawberryhill.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cynical Dirt Doll&lt;/a&gt;. I'm sure I'm the only runner that had not read it, but so glad I waited for when I really needed a pick me up. I loved this book. It made me laugh, cry, shout out, 'I know!' and wowed me to no end. If by one in a million chance you have not read this, DO! It really is a must read and is fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynical Dirt Doll inspires me as well. She's headed to Leadville in August to run the &lt;a href="http://www.leadvilletrail100.com/merchant.ihtml?id=1427&amp;amp;step=2"&gt;Leadville Trail 100&lt;/a&gt;. Yes! An amazing 100 mile trail run in the Colorado Rockies. This girl goes out and runs 30-50 miles on the trails at the drop of a hat...&lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt; and then turns around and congratulates me on running a marathon, when she did much more than that on a training run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another inspiration came to me recently from a comment I received on my blog. I had to sit on it for a couple days because it still brings tears to my eyes every time I read it. It's from Craig of &lt;a href="http://www.teamwobo.org/blog/wordpress/"&gt;Running Our Butts Off:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know first hand that you are none of those things. What I do know you are is an amazing person and athlete! Both you and Doug. I can't imagine how you must feel when you help change a life for the better. I've never ran more than a mile or so my whole life and you convinced me I could actually get off my ass and finish a marathon. I never in a million years thought I'd ever do that but you're encouragment and coaching helped me reach the goal. You were there every step of the way...LITERALLY! You are not a selfish, burnt out slacker and you care more about other peoples success than your own and speaks volumes about who you really are and where your spirit really lies. A year ago I never though I'd finish a half marathon in my lifetime but you convinced me that I could not only finish a half but 2 halfs, a full, an oly tri and now on to Redman, KC Marathon, Gobbler Grind and who knows what else all in the same year. My life has changed dramtically and I owe the motivation to do all this to you. You are no where close to the quitter category so get over it and do what YOU want! Now go run in the rain or something! ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to every one of you that inspires me every day by posting your achievements as well as your tribulations. Reading stories of your running and life push me to be a better runner and person. Thanks and Luvs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1961330198534041722?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1961330198534041722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/found-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1961330198534041722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1961330198534041722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/found-inspiration.html' title='Found: Inspiration'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3149795372643667000</id><published>2009-07-17T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:07:01.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing in the Tri Towel</title><content type='html'>I think for now I'm throwing in the tri towel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;And this is what it was supposed to be about.&lt;br /&gt;I need to decompress a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Swim when I want.&lt;br /&gt;Bike when I want.&lt;br /&gt;Run...well...that's just a part of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not thinking I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;I could do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about fear.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about being a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about being burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the will power.&lt;br /&gt;It's about just not having the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still kinda torn cuz I don't quit.&lt;br /&gt;I always follow things through.&lt;br /&gt;But I think for my mind, heart, body and spirit this is the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes throwing in the tri towel for getting the above mentioned back in order, then so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3149795372643667000?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3149795372643667000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/throwing-in-tri-towel.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3149795372643667000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3149795372643667000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/throwing-in-tri-towel.html' title='Throwing in the Tri Towel'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6282315715801657863</id><published>2009-07-14T14:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:32:08.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Guys...</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for your kind words and direction with my confusion on this training stuff. It means a lot to me to have your great advice. You are the best!&lt;br /&gt;I did take some time off from training.&lt;br /&gt;Not quite as planned though.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm more exhausted and worn out than if I would have worked out without any time off.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know, I was derailed again.&lt;br /&gt;This time with a family member in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;And when you spend 8-12 hours a day for 5 days, it tends to wear a girl out.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that? All I did was sit on my arse.&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully now, things will return to normal.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to ride Lizard Under the Skillet on Sunday. It was rained out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm even more confused now if I want to continue with this training.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll attempt a short workout and see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;I have about a month til race day, so we'll take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for all the kind words. It means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be the last whiney post for a long, long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6282315715801657863?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6282315715801657863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-guys.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6282315715801657863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6282315715801657863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-guys.html' title='Thanks Guys...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3438977281831067031</id><published>2009-07-10T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:30:30.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Doing?</title><content type='html'>I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be training for this thing called Pigman.&lt;br /&gt;A Half Ironman distance triathlon.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I haven't been doing what I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I care.&lt;br /&gt;Others I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I ride 40 miles and have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I bike 7 miles and it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;Swimming is going well.&lt;br /&gt;Biking is so hit or miss.&lt;br /&gt;Running...I'm a big slug.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I really want to even do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is supposed to be a 65 mile bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;My longest bike ride ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get in a good brick of maybe 6 miles after my bike.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll take it day by day and see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Motivation?&lt;br /&gt;I'll take any of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3438977281831067031?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3438977281831067031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-am-i-doing.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3438977281831067031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3438977281831067031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What Am I Doing?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1376007353747500838</id><published>2009-07-07T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:37:43.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New York Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>Things have finally settled a bit and I feel comfortable about posting about my New York crazy experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've watched the news at all several weeks ago, I'm sure you've seen the story of the 'Michigan Man Claiming to be Missing Boy from 1955'. There are over 1600 articles on the internet about this story. It's been on FOX, CNN, NBC, ABC, the local news...it was everywhere. It so happens this story hits home as the missing boy is my mother's brother, my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an ongoing FBI investigation into the case when a source came forward to a newspaper reporter and leaked the story. That's when ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. For the first day and a half we received hundreds and hundreds of phone calls from reporters as well as people knocking down our door. We released no statements due to the pending FBI investigation as we did not want to compromise the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then received a call from the attorney stating that we were heading to New York and a car would be by to pick us up in 3 hours. The reason for this is because there was a family member that knew nothing of the case that was on his way there so we needed to be there for damage control. It was not our idea or our wish to go, but we had to go. Needless to say, I did not have time to come home to grab anything so I had to run by the store to grab everything I would need for the trip. All while fielding nonstop phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An NBC producer met us with a car and whisked us away to the airport, barely catching our flight. We arrived at the Essex House, right across from Central Park, around 11pm and got to bed around 3 am to get 2 hours of sleep. Then it was off to the Today Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wait in the green room for mom to have her make-up and hair done, I rubbed elbows with Howard Dean who is also in the green room. As they get ready to tape, I'm taken to the studio to view behind the scenes. Meredith Vieira interviewed mom. Here's a picture of Meredith waving behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj478toW-RI/AAAAAAAAA28/cGmo2xDgr-Y/s1600-h/R1-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349779321589790994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj478toW-RI/AAAAAAAAA28/cGmo2xDgr-Y/s400/R1-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was also able to snap a (not so good pic) of Natalie Morales and David Gregory, (Matt Lauer was on vacation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj4zHGSHW-I/AAAAAAAAA2E/-0ukuwWRhb8/s1600-h/download%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349769604401421282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj4zHGSHW-I/AAAAAAAAA2E/-0ukuwWRhb8/s400/download%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is a pic of us trying to dodge the paparazzi leaving the studio. What a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj1iLQU9h5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/qW9-cAtH8os/s1600-h/Pam.kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349539877886986130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj1iLQU9h5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/qW9-cAtH8os/s400/Pam.kim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Immediately after the Today show, we were taken to Good Morning America. We were whisked into the studio after a sound check and met up with Robin Roberts. OMG...she is gorgeous and so very kind. She spoke with mom to make her feel relaxed and comfortable and even gave me a wave and commented on my necklace on how no one is to have a better necklace than she. And then she said she wanted my shoes as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj4zywk-cKI/AAAAAAAAA2M/n682rHfh6wA/s1600-h/download%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349770354489192610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj4zywk-cKI/AAAAAAAAA2M/n682rHfh6wA/s400/download%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the taping, I asked if I could snap a picture and she was a doll. She suggested I get behind the news desk and sit in Diane Sawyer's seat, so of course I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj4ylzJeOpI/AAAAAAAAA18/TvQyyWVt864/s1600-h/download%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349769032329214610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj4ylzJeOpI/AAAAAAAAA18/TvQyyWVt864/s400/download%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she wanted to know if she could sit with me at the news desk to have her picture taken. Of course! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj4x_uXKuMI/AAAAAAAAA10/F3_MES9SvIE/s1600-h/download%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349768378209450178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj4x_uXKuMI/AAAAAAAAA10/F3_MES9SvIE/s400/download%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They knew how much I love GMA so they took us downstairs where I met Chris Cuomo. Actually took a pic with him that didn't turn out, but baby oh baby, I had my hand behind his back. Mmm.Mmm.Mmm...Next they took us into the downstairs studio where Diane, Robin, Chris and Sam were. They are watching a Father's Day piece taped by Chris's children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj41rxVlXpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_tEaD-1yiY8/s1600-h/R1-+7A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349772433457241746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj41rxVlXpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_tEaD-1yiY8/s400/R1-+7A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gail King (Oprah's best friend) was also there finishing up a segment. I didn't speak with her, but got a very quick (bad) snap of her as well. She's in between the two blondies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj42IBgFJCI/AAAAAAAAA20/03ifFDEAsbk/s1600-h/R1-+8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349772918832571426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj42IBgFJCI/AAAAAAAAA20/03ifFDEAsbk/s400/R1-+8A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diane then came up to us, shook my hand, snapped a picture and wished us well on the pending case and hoped for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj41KvZ-qII/AAAAAAAAA2k/dN4jAf8pr5I/s1600-h/R1-+6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349771866003122306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj41KvZ-qII/AAAAAAAAA2k/dN4jAf8pr5I/s400/R1-+6A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved GMA. They were all so kind.&lt;br /&gt;We then drove back to the Today show where we picked up my brother and stepped out on the Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj41Kd35KeI/AAAAAAAAA2c/6JQwMTZ2wXA/s1600-h/R1-+4A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349771861296753122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj41Kd35KeI/AAAAAAAAA2c/6JQwMTZ2wXA/s400/R1-+4A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we were driven to the other side of town where mom taped with Dateline. They interviewed my mother and Hoda Kotb was kind enough to snap a picture with us as well. I let everyone know I knew I was being a total dork, but FOR REAL, who ever gets this sort of chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj40Rb2AtyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/TlKZM-RS7qk/s1600-h/download%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349770881499445026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj40Rb2AtyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/TlKZM-RS7qk/s400/download%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was such a whirlwind. Our spirits were so high thinking things were going to turn out as we had hoped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we received the news from the attorney that this Michigan man was not my mother's brother. At this point, our hearts deflated. The story got even more crazy and we had reporters raiding the hotel and even calling our room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***I want everyone to be aware, all of these pictures were taken before we were notified this man was not my mother's missing brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the outcome was not as we had hoped and this Michigan man is not my uncle, I hope, for my mom's sake, one day we will have some resolution to what really happened to her brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1376007353747500838?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1376007353747500838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-york-whirlwind.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1376007353747500838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1376007353747500838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-york-whirlwind.html' title='The New York Whirlwind'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sj478toW-RI/AAAAAAAAA28/cGmo2xDgr-Y/s72-c/R1-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-9173549715344926820</id><published>2009-07-02T12:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:36:05.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RNR Seattle Marathon Race Report</title><content type='html'>This is, hands down, the best RNR marathon course. I'm blaming my horrid time on the beautiful scenery. However, the stupid disposable camera took horrible pictures and does this course no justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race morning we were milling around when we ran into several friends from Kansas City. Below is a picture of Doug and Randy. Everyone else musta been in the 'honey bucket' at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz1qXdpkRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/pU2Lcs30hWE/s1600-h/256670-R1-01-23A+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353924165238362386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz1qXdpkRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/pU2Lcs30hWE/s400/256670-R1-01-23A+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doug wanted to see what the day would bring him so we kissed and off he went to his corral and I to mine with Greg's wife, Michelle, who was running the half marathon. It was a beautiful morning in the low 60's and the sun shining. A great time to be standing in my corral for 45 minutes before crossing the starting line. I was already hungry and ready for a nap by the time I got there! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scenery was beautiful. If you love the greenest trees, bluest skies and spectacular waters, this is the course for you. Oh and sprinkle in a few hills. I didn't realize Seattle was so hilly. Downtown reminded me of San Francisco. I had no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty much everyone on the course spotted this bald eagle. I think next year he is expected back. If he doesn't show, I think the RD will need to place a stuffed eagle in his place to appease the runners. He was a hit. Again, forgive the crappy disposable.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz2gw5VKnI/AAAAAAAAA3o/9lwzY7JxKw8/s1600-h/256670-R1-06-18A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353925099778288242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz2gw5VKnI/AAAAAAAAA3o/9lwzY7JxKw8/s400/256670-R1-06-18A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This next picture is of me on a bridge where we ran an out and back. You could see snow covered Mt Rainier off in the distance. She is so amazing. However, again, the crappy camera didn't catch her in the background, so you just get to look at me instead!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz4Z8kCIRI/AAAAAAAAA3w/_SqFH91Jiqc/s1600-h/256670-R1-11-13A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353927181674357010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz4Z8kCIRI/AAAAAAAAA3w/_SqFH91Jiqc/s400/256670-R1-11-13A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I then ran up on Nadia. A cutie patootie that used to run with us, but now resides in Los Angeles. We chatted it up for a bit and then she went on ahead. I knew by this time, it was going to be a long day. Spectacular day. But a long day. At mile 8, I was ready for the running to be over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I caught Doug at another out and back. Snapped a pic, a smooch, a little grief from Randy and then we were on our way again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz5rfJOoJI/AAAAAAAAA34/goJpehc6ChM/s1600-h/256670-R1-15-8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353928582526574738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz5rfJOoJI/AAAAAAAAA34/goJpehc6ChM/s400/256670-R1-15-8A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finished at Questfield where I caught up with Nadia and Doug lounging about waiting for me to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz6adUunpI/AAAAAAAAA4A/87JDgYE7hjE/s1600-h/FH000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353929389491789458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz6adUunpI/AAAAAAAAA4A/87JDgYE7hjE/s400/FH000001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The better pictures come from the &lt;a href="http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-rnr-seattle-marathon.html"&gt;Post RNR Marathon&lt;/a&gt;. Check 'em out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-9173549715344926820?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/9173549715344926820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/rnr-seattle-marathon-race-report.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/9173549715344926820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/9173549715344926820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/07/rnr-seattle-marathon-race-report.html' title='RNR Seattle Marathon Race Report'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Skz1qXdpkRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/pU2Lcs30hWE/s72-c/256670-R1-01-23A+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-531975976494451515</id><published>2009-06-29T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:54:14.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post RNR Seattle Marathon</title><content type='html'>The RNR Seattle Marathon was beautiful and challenging. The most scenic RNR marathon by far. I'll post a race report when pictures come back. I took another disposable camera with me and need to develop them. Note to self...purchase a small digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slideshow below is of our time after the marathon. We drove up to Mt. Rainier Sunday, hiked several trails, ate lunch and saw some amazing views. We were there all day in awe of her beauty. Monday we headed to the ocean and saw two bald eagles. This is in addition to the one we saw on the marathon course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are captions for all of the photos, just place your cursor on the photo and it will pop up. 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href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346388641680&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-90.slide.com/p4/648518346388641680/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-531975976494451515?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/531975976494451515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-rnr-seattle-marathon.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/531975976494451515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/531975976494451515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-rnr-seattle-marathon.html' title='Post RNR Seattle Marathon'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5226911833073378499</id><published>2009-06-24T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:13:03.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Still haven't unpacked from West Virgina.&lt;br /&gt;We've been back 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;In those 10 days, I've been on the craziest ride.&lt;br /&gt;Back from WV.&lt;br /&gt;Off to NY.&lt;br /&gt;Back from NY.&lt;br /&gt;On my way to WA Friday.&lt;br /&gt;My time in NY was probably the most stressful time I've encountered in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Although it did yield some fun adventures.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to start packing again for our trip to Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;We leave Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm melting...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is hot and humid with an average heat index of 105-110.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you step outside, you're a wet mop.&lt;br /&gt;Even while running at 6:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like a sloth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell off the training wagon.&lt;br /&gt;I know people make excuses for not working out.&lt;br /&gt;But I did take a well deserved two days off after the Hatfield and McCoy Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Then my crazy trip to NY did not allow me to even think about working out.&lt;br /&gt;Well...I thought about it, but just in passing, especially with our hotel right across the street from Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to go for a run.&lt;br /&gt;Even just a short one.&lt;br /&gt;But when you're only getting 2 hours of sleep, running didn't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;It is not an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;It was not possible.&lt;br /&gt;So I went 5 days without working out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still physically and mentally drained.&lt;br /&gt;My eating habits are crap.&lt;br /&gt;I'm forgetting to eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then next thing you know it's 3:30 and I haven't eaten lunch.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't work so well when you're trying to maintain some sort of energy.&lt;br /&gt;I have been working out the last several days.&lt;br /&gt;But they have been short, half assed workouts.&lt;br /&gt;Until today when I had a great bike.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get some energy back and have a great training day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm smiling from ear to ear...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've just booked, yet, another trip.&lt;br /&gt;This one is several months down the road.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm already ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;Doug and I talked about this destination over the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;But he was coaching at the time and it did not fit with our schedule.&lt;br /&gt;At last we are booked.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready to go...NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Where, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;BERMUDA!&lt;br /&gt;In January!&lt;br /&gt;That in itself has relaxed me just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;We've signed up for the Bermuda Triangle Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;A one mile run on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;A 10K Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;And the marathon Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm looking forward to things settling down...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather can break this heatwave.&lt;br /&gt;We can settle from so much traveling.&lt;br /&gt;I can get my nutrition back on track.&lt;br /&gt;Ready for life to get back to the nice, quiet Kansas life I'm accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;Just picked blackberries in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to start packing, take a breath and relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5226911833073378499?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5226911833073378499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-wonder.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5226911833073378499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5226911833073378499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-wonder.html' title='No Wonder...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5388937978002561495</id><published>2009-06-21T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:31:58.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatfield and McCoy Marathon Race Report</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know, earlier this week I was whisked off to New York alongside my mother for a national (and international) breaking news story. So I haven't had much time to sit and think about writing a race report for the Hatfield and McCoy Marathon, as wonderful as it was. I've decided to 'steal' Doug's race report and make a few comments at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime soon I'll post about the whirlwind turn of events that occurred in New York. Everything needs to settle before I'm willing to comment on anything. Life is finally getting back to normal (thank God!) and now I need to focus on ensuring my mother is fairing okay and getting ready for our marathon we leave for later in the week to Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doug's Race Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is a wonderful race. It starts in Kentucky and finishes in West Virginia, crossing back and forth between the states several times. We hit the expo where we picked up our race packet, had a nice prerace meal , and saw a presentation on the Hatfield-McCoy feud....each runner was assigned a side...I was a Hatfield and Kim was a McCoy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpOeGVpvXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/drRIEgmbAvQ/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348673786460355954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpOeGVpvXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/drRIEgmbAvQ/s400/DSC01925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hatfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpPN9vXPFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2WmOGgNF3Pg/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348674608785996882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpPN9vXPFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2WmOGgNF3Pg/s400/DSC01920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The McCoy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpQM8sON4I/AAAAAAAAAec/NcLH6PhNjz8/s1600-h/DSC01927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348675690836146050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpQM8sON4I/AAAAAAAAAec/NcLH6PhNjz8/s400/DSC01927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Race morning was not that warm but it was extremely muggy. There had been a lot of flooding in the area over the last few weeks and the air was saturated. I decided before the race that it was going to be a "fartin' around" marathon. We brought a disposable camera and just covered the distance.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpV3cZBbBI/AAAAAAAAAes/ui6Ckgw4KLY/s1600-h/690402-R1-12-11A+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681918458194962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpV3cZBbBI/AAAAAAAAAes/ui6Ckgw4KLY/s400/690402-R1-12-11A+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only one section of the course was muddy and it reminded me a lot of the tank trail in Anchorage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpMlptcz4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/nNMjRYWRit0/s1600-h/690402-R1-10-13A+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348671717191241602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpMlptcz4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/nNMjRYWRit0/s400/690402-R1-10-13A+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...lots of "squalor in the hollar" along the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpLIqLfFEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/i6TYCnPQS58/s1600-h/690402-R1-08-15A+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348670119589385282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpLIqLfFEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/i6TYCnPQS58/s400/690402-R1-08-15A+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...lots of rivers and bridges along the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpW7xsKm6I/AAAAAAAAAe0/o4izWuuJrLo/s1600-h/690402-R1-15-8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348683092406737826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpW7xsKm6I/AAAAAAAAAe0/o4izWuuJrLo/s400/690402-R1-15-8A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .....a bridge on the course connecting two sides of a golf course, one side in Kentucky and one side in West Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpKeWN8E5I/AAAAAAAAAds/5HXJpmzrtCU/s1600-h/690402-R1-06-17A+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348669392676459410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpKeWN8E5I/AAAAAAAAAds/5HXJpmzrtCU/s400/690402-R1-06-17A+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No caption really needed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpRtNLi_kI/AAAAAAAAAek/prjMltc6t58/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348677344529940034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpRtNLi_kI/AAAAAAAAAek/prjMltc6t58/s400/DSC01929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our medals and overall finisher trophies...notice that mine is for 183rd and Kim's is for 184th....someone started some McCoy trash talking about a 100 yards from the finish line and got smoked.....also notice that we got a fly swatter in the our packet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim's Comments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a fantastic race. The RD was amazing, the support on the course was fabulous, there was a water stop every mile, if not closer, which was needed due to the extreme humidity. The course was beautiful and we had a great time snapping photos and enjoying ourselves. I would certainly say this was one of the most fun marathons I've run. I recommend everyone put it on their 'to do' list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5388937978002561495?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5388937978002561495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/hatfield-and-mccoy-marathon-race-report.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5388937978002561495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5388937978002561495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/hatfield-and-mccoy-marathon-race-report.html' title='Hatfield and McCoy Marathon Race Report'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYeWukfGzYA/SjpOeGVpvXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/drRIEgmbAvQ/s72-c/DSC01925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8477669089733386904</id><published>2009-06-15T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:50:22.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectating IMKS</title><content type='html'>We interrupt this regularly scheduled post of the Hatfield and McCoy Marathon Race Report to bring you the Spectating Ironman Kansas Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a little backtracking to Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Up and at 'em at 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;Run marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Shower, eat and then on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen hours in the car, roadtrippin back.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive home at 2:30 am Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;We sneak in the house as to not wake Nikemom and McRib who are staying at our house.&lt;br /&gt;Doug and I sleep on our couch til 4:30 am when Nikemom and McRib are IMKS bound.&lt;br /&gt;We head upstairs for 3 hours to catch some shut eye and then roll outta bed to go cheer on Nikemom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We park and hitch a ride on the short bus to the start.&lt;br /&gt;This was Molly's first school bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;As we settle in close to the bike to run transition, the leaders have already come in from the bike and are on their run.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;Bikes coming in, runners headed down the same road as the bikes...in both directions as well as spectators lining the road.&lt;br /&gt;Too much going on that there ended up being 3 bad wrecks in the time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;One biker flipping over his handlebars so he didn't hit another biker dismounting.&lt;br /&gt;One spectator crossing the road, turning back to talk to someone as a bike comes up on her and creams her.&lt;br /&gt;One where a runner was in the bike lane and a bike hit him.&lt;br /&gt;One too close mishap where an 8 year old boy crossed the road and ended up running right into the back tire of a biker.&lt;br /&gt;Two out of these 4 bikers didn't make it to the run and were carried off on stretchers.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible. I very easily could have had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;They have to get that under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people are coming and going, we try to spot Nikemom to see if she had come in on the bike. We see someone walking their bike in and think it's her. It was. The poor girl broke her chain! I'll leave the rest of the details for you to read on her blog. We find McRib shortly after and hang with him to cheer Stephanie on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spot her heading out for the run and she seems to be in great spirits despite having to walk her bike in. Once on the run, she ran down everyone on the last leg of the race. She was strong and finished like a champion at a time I would die for! And this is after the girl had walked in her bike for close to 45 minutes. Congrats Stephanie, you are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also cheered on several other friends racing: Jen and Gordon, Trish, April and Jen. Great job guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two more short months and I'll be out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8477669089733386904?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8477669089733386904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/spectating-imks.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8477669089733386904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8477669089733386904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/spectating-imks.html' title='Spectating IMKS'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-298642822979582951</id><published>2009-06-13T19:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:15:07.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Home Country Roads</title><content type='html'>We're on our way back from West Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SjWa21QSAuI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GyBShPkZNUY/s1600-h/DSC01909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347350399371313890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SjWa21QSAuI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GyBShPkZNUY/s400/DSC01909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;Marathon 22...hog tied.&lt;br /&gt;Marathon 23 in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The Hatfield and McCoy Marathon was top notch and one I would recommend to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;The RD...the best.&lt;br /&gt;The pasta party...a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;The course...beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the pasta party:&lt;br /&gt;We pray before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The RD runs down the list of how many people were from each state and everyone stood up or hoot and hollered when their state was called.&lt;br /&gt;We were the only 2 from Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the rest of the evening and all day during the marathon we were known as "Kansas". It was fun to have people come up to you and say, "hey Kansas, how are things going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RD was in the midst of spouting out some things when he looked up and saw someone he recognized. He remembered the guys name and called it out. This particular guy had run this marathon back in 2003. How in the heck did he remember his name? And the year it ran it?&lt;br /&gt;The RD was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat across from a lady who was recognized for running all 10 of the Hatfield and McCoy marathons. I then asked her how many marathons she had run. In a very humble voice she says 275 marathons. I then prodded her, that is in a 12 year span! She's done twenty 100 milers! She said she is most proud of the two 100 milers she ran that were 1 week apart! WOW!! I wanted to bow at her feet. Not just because she is a running goddess, but to see how many toenails she still had left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner (which was free) two actors portrayed the story of the Hatfield and McCoy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Feud&lt;/span&gt;. Very informative and funny. We actually ran by many of the famous landmarks of the feud. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SjWcjVxl1BI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AscT8IGBmc8/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347352263526831122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SjWcjVxl1BI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AscT8IGBmc8/s400/DSC01924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, they even drew numbers for all kinds of party prizes.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should put this on their schedule for next year.&lt;br /&gt;This is a GOTTA DO marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-298642822979582951?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/298642822979582951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-me-home-country-roads.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/298642822979582951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/298642822979582951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-me-home-country-roads.html' title='Take Me Home Country Roads'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SjWa21QSAuI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GyBShPkZNUY/s72-c/DSC01909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2772829551644898183</id><published>2009-06-10T19:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:04:23.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillbilly Land...Here We Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Si_p_qvOqRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/dQKWk8KeP-I/s1600-h/mccoy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345748562725480722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Si_p_qvOqRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/dQKWk8KeP-I/s400/mccoy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Si_p0nq8gBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YHCpd-nRCvk/s1600-h/hatfield.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345748372923645970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Si_p0nq8gBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YHCpd-nRCvk/s400/hatfield.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's that time again.&lt;br /&gt;Doug and I are marathon bound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatfieldmccoymarathon.com/"&gt;Hatfield and McCoy Marathon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We zoom out of town tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Race is Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the half ironman training front...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Things are going great. Biking...it's been raining cats and dogs here lately, so I've been searching for time in between raindrops to ride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not a lot of biking this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next week will be a strong bike week since &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be recovering from a marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And prepping for another one in two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swimming is going...well...swimmingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My body has been feeling tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure I'm fueling my body like I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I don't think I'm eating enough calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scale is certainly showing the deficit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am finding muscles I didn't even know I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay tuned for some beautiful pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hillbilly speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a race report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2772829551644898183?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2772829551644898183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/hillbilly-landhere-we-come.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2772829551644898183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2772829551644898183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/hillbilly-landhere-we-come.html' title='Hillbilly Land...Here We Come'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Si_p_qvOqRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/dQKWk8KeP-I/s72-c/mccoy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-4473729573533058548</id><published>2009-06-07T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:20:36.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Sad Start to Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>What does a girl have to do to get in a workout?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy and cool.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect morning for a hilly bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;Doug and I part ways with a smooch, Doug to run, me to hit the park to ride.&lt;br /&gt;I get to the park.&lt;br /&gt;The gates...locked.&lt;br /&gt;I head to the main entrance where signs  are posted, reading KCCC-Kansas City Corporate Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to sprinkle, so I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll run to the Y for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;Get to the Y.&lt;br /&gt;Not a car in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;The Y...closed.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;So now...I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;Sad has turned to glad.&lt;br /&gt;Sipping some great coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Sunday Morning, one of my favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;Will meet &lt;a href="http://runtothefinish.blogspot.com/"&gt;RuntoFinish&lt;/a&gt; for a walk later this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...a long brick to incorporate a mile swim and an 18 mile bike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-4473729573533058548?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/4473729573533058548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-sad-start-to-sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4473729573533058548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4473729573533058548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-sad-start-to-sunday-morning.html' title='A Short Sad Start to Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6259495091820717983</id><published>2009-06-05T17:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:42:27.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Pool</title><content type='html'>Did I say &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; the pool? Like laying out, soaking up the sun 'at' the pool. Oh...well that's not really the case, at least today. Today I was 'in' the pool lapping up the miles. Okay...not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; mile&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;, but&lt;em&gt; a &lt;/em&gt;mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got a nasty kink in my neck. The one where you can't turn your head or lift up your arm and anytime you want to see something you have turn your whole dang body in that direction to see it. So with a little hot pad action, a wonderful back/neck massage from my honey and some major cracking of the back and neck, it felt better this morning. Doug suggested I go for a swim to see if that would loosen it up any, and it did. I feel much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I rocked out a mile! My first mile swim in 3 years. At first, it was very slow going, trying to work out the soreness from my neck/back/shoulder area, but once I warmed up, all systems were go. A slow go. But a go nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a master at losing track of my laps so I brought pennies today to count laps. Starting with one pile of pennies, as I completed each lap, one penny came from this pile and went to that pile. It was a joy not having to remember which lap I was on. I can never keep track and all that is running through my mind is 4...4...4..4...4...4...then...5...5...5...5...5...5...6...6...6...6..6...6...6... then 'crap...am I on 6 or is 6 coming up?' So the pennies worked wonders for me. I didn't have to remember my lap number and could actually focus on my swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a mile swim under my belt, I needed to fuel back up, so for lunch I picked up my bestest chocolate eating buddy, Stephanie, and we headed to &lt;a href="http://elbowchocolates.com/"&gt;Christoper Elbow's&lt;/a&gt; for the premiere of his fantabulous artisanal ice cream. All I can say is Venezuelan Spice Chocolate Ice Cream...to die for!&lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow...a 13.1 run with my bestest friend, Karen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and my Gilmore Girls friends...I totally goofed. I thought they were bringing it back, but I guess they are just going to show season 7 (for the first time on ABC Family). Sorry to get you excited. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those racing this weekend, good luck and have fun. Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6259495091820717983?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6259495091820717983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-at-pool.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6259495091820717983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6259495091820717983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-at-pool.html' title='Fun at the Pool'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8298523785933140658</id><published>2009-06-02T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:52:41.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink! Oink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SiVX_kRRGZI/AAAAAAAAAzs/UWtLgXCUt3s/s1600-h/pigman+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342773282524436882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SiVX_kRRGZI/AAAAAAAAAzs/UWtLgXCUt3s/s400/pigman+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since last December, I've been toying with the idea of another Half Ironman. I thought it might be a bit much to toss it in this year with running 12 marathons by December, but with having a few extra hours in the day, being job free, and loving every minute of it (oh...I already mentioned that once before?), I decided to throw it into the mix. There's been a lot of fiddling around with which one, but I've finally decided on...(signal trumpets)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pigmantri.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIGMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's August 16th in Palo, IA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigman didn't even cross my mind until Doug mentioned it this past Saturday. Before deciding on Pigman, I pondered &lt;a href="http://ironmankansas.com/"&gt;Ironman Kansas 70.3&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.redmantriathlon.com/"&gt;Redman&lt;/a&gt;. I opted against IMKS, even though it is in my backyard, for several reasons. One, the training weather. It's in June, so you don't have the opportunity to get in many open water swims (if any) and then most of my bike rides would have been in the basement on the trainer. Yes, I'm a fair weather bike rider. Uggg...And the trainer is nothing like being out on the road hitting hills and having the wind whip you around. It would have just been too much inside training for me, so it's been ruled out for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once IMKS was out, I penciled Redman in on the brain and the training schedule. Just a couple weeks ago, I finally committed and actually was getting in some 'warm up' training before 'real' training was to kick in. Then Doug brought up Pigman in passing. Why hadn't I thought of it? It was a great race 3 years ago when I completed it, in spite of sitting roadside for 45 minutes with a flat tire and it being a bit on the hot side, I really loved every minute of it. So now my money's on Pigman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just a slight adjustment to the schedule. Ohhh...just bumping my training UP 4 weeks, as Redman is September 19th and Pigman is August 16th. No biggie! Ha! What am I thinking??? Good thing I was doing some 'warm up' training for Redman. I feel I have a solid base, so it shouldn't take too much to dial it up a notch to get on schedule. I am already stronger than I was 3 years ago when I finished my 1st Pigman, so I'm off to a great start. Let the training begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oink! Oink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8298523785933140658?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8298523785933140658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/oink-oink.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8298523785933140658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8298523785933140658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/oink-oink.html' title='Oink! Oink!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SiVX_kRRGZI/AAAAAAAAAzs/UWtLgXCUt3s/s72-c/pigman+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2318797831191594456</id><published>2009-05-31T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:40:43.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Star Century Bike Ride</title><content type='html'>First, century is just part of the bike name, there was no century for this girl today. I had decided a couple weeks ago to ride the 36 miler and then a couple days ago, Doug suggested I try the 54 miler. So with only 2 longish bikes under my belt (a 20 and a 30) I decided to jump in. And so glad I did. I had a fabulous time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm rang at 5:00 am, I turned it off and fell back asleep and I awoke at 5:35 am. Yikes, but still plenty of time. For some reason last night I had a hard time sleeping. I think I was nervous. I hadn't been anywhere near 50 miles in almost 3 years. It was kind of a funny feeling because I haven't been nervous about anything in quite some time, it almost seemed silly. But 54 miles is a long way (for me), I'm not an experienced biker and riding 54 miles today meant riding 24 miles longer than my longest bike this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I was a little nervous is because I was going by myself, sans Doug. I think I have completed 3 events where he hasn't participated as well or shown up to watch, and I've got a pretty long list of events. So it was kinda strange not to have him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got up and around, I could hear thunder roaring through the sky. It never rained, but looked like it could pour at any minute. By the time we took off at 7:00, there was no threat of rain as the sky turned a beautiful blue with not a cloud in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course was hilly, but a ton of fun. The first 25 miles were great. Little did I pay attention that the wind was at our backs. We stopped for a water/snack break and they had everything imaginable, all kinds of bars, fruit, fig newtons, cookies, trial mix, whatever you wanted, they had it. I think by the end of my ride, I ate a whole cantaloupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we headed back, the wind was whipping around and it was slow going, but still, all good. It was a great day for a ride and I enjoyed myself to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in, I met Doug for lunch, then we took Mols for a jeep ride. She loves the jeep probably more than I do, and what a perfect day for a ride. This isn't a new picture, but you get the idea of how cute she is in the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SiLT4iiCqDI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ygX66s7-zgg/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342065076310550578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SiLT4iiCqDI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ygX66s7-zgg/s400/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it's time to snack on some cherries we picked while at Doug's parents yesterday, watch Greinke pitch for the Royals. Then I bet I can talk Doug into another jeep ride later to grab some ice cream. What a perfect day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2318797831191594456?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2318797831191594456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/lone-star-century-bike-ride.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2318797831191594456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2318797831191594456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/lone-star-century-bike-ride.html' title='Lone Star Century Bike Ride'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SiLT4iiCqDI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ygX66s7-zgg/s72-c/DSC01142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-958485780220275326</id><published>2009-05-28T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:44:19.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good!</title><content type='html'>Covered 30 miles on Osana today.&lt;br /&gt;But first it was a 3 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;Then a 3 mile walk.&lt;br /&gt;Have an organized ride this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would cover the 36 mile distance.&lt;br /&gt;But now thinking I may try the 52 miler.&lt;br /&gt;Why not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this spring and summer free ROCKS! I'm loving &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; second of it. It's even better than it was as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to all of you running RNR San Diego this weekend, especially the 1st timers! Have a great time and enjoy every minute. I can't wait to hear all the great stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the girlie girl Gilmore Girls fans, they are coming back in June. Whoo Hoo! I so love Lorelai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-958485780220275326?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/958485780220275326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-good.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/958485780220275326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/958485780220275326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5476488332403621459</id><published>2009-05-24T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:28:04.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of This...A Little Bit of That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the Workout Front:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osana must have been in a better mood today as I was able to get 20 miles in on bike today.&lt;br /&gt;With no flat tires or mishaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was very pleased with my pace.&lt;br /&gt;Being out on the bike felt great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I even lapped two women.&lt;br /&gt;And I could have easily gone another 20. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm very happy considering this is my 3rd outside bike of the season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Getting a little more confident in my riding each time I get on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me, last night, learning how to change a tire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a pitcher of margaritas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily, all went well today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmGc9NO4OI/AAAAAAAAAy0/zCpYEsRLndM/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339446665248956642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmGc9NO4OI/AAAAAAAAAy0/zCpYEsRLndM/s400/DSC01892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the Home Front:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I bought Mols an adorable hooded sweatshirt. When we took it to the counter, the checker was astonished. "Is this for your doogggg? How big is she? OMG!" I assured her it was for our dog, as the back of the sweatshirt says 'Athletic Dog'. Duhh. Alright now. Lay off. This may be an XXL but she's in better shape than you are, Sunshine. Of course, this is for the winter, but when I saw it, I couldn't pass it up. Especially since she has walked over 140 miles since January already and when I took her to the vet last week, all the vet could say was, "wow...she really is an athlete".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339449711740225634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmJOSRWiGI/AAAAAAAAAy8/hX1QUpjXErs/s400/DSC01878.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She's not too hip on it quite yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to take a few family pictures. It's pretty easy to tell who thinks they need to be the center of our world. Literally.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmQVwxd-nI/AAAAAAAAAzE/e7drWHgYO7o/s1600-h/DSC01889.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339457536768473714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmQVwxd-nI/AAAAAAAAAzE/e7drWHgYO7o/s400/DSC01889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmRO0mw7DI/AAAAAAAAAzM/bLBvcAreXS0/s1600-h/DSC01891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339458517049863218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmRO0mw7DI/AAAAAAAAAzM/bLBvcAreXS0/s400/DSC01891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this is Doug's new rain chain he made. He removed one of our gutters and replaced it with the rain chain. It's supposed to sound amazing as the rain drips down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmSX_apQrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/9OBFr6wy6g8/s1600-h/DSC01868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339459774082269874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmSX_apQrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/9OBFr6wy6g8/s400/DSC01868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5476488332403621459?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5476488332403621459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-bit-of-thisa-little-bit-of-that.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5476488332403621459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5476488332403621459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-bit-of-thisa-little-bit-of-that.html' title='A Little Bit of This...A Little Bit of That'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShmGc9NO4OI/AAAAAAAAAy0/zCpYEsRLndM/s72-c/DSC01892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1652370969173245058</id><published>2009-05-21T10:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:55:35.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start with 20 and Take Off the 0</title><content type='html'>I packed up Osana and we headed out for a 20 mile bike today. It's a beautiful day and Doug and I plan on biking in a ride a couple weeks from now so I thought I would get some butt, I mean bike time in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get Osana out and she obviously must have had other plans today because she first dropped her chain. Now I have very little knowledge of bikes and I'm not a good rider either, but I knew I could get my chain back on. And that I did without a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, helmet, phone, key, shoes...I think we're good to go. The weather is perfect for a bike ride, most importantly, for me at this point, there was hardly any wind. Yes, I'm a wimpy biker who feels like she's starting from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take off and we're doing good.&lt;br /&gt;Until mile 2.&lt;br /&gt;Osana...&lt;em&gt;wobble...wobBLE...WOBBLE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...What is going on? It's not windy, no trucks just drove by. I'm feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;Osana...&lt;em&gt;WOBBLE...WOBBLE...&lt;strong&gt;WOBBLE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...Oh crap. I think I may have a flat. Get off Osana before I come crashing to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Osana...&lt;em&gt;Ahhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the winchbag did have a flat. She must be PMSing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I have a tube? Fix it? A Co2 cartridge?&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem*&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;I know. I know. STUPID. I know. Especially since this is the same spot I've had 2 flat tires before. Oh well. At least I'm only 2 miles out, right. I can walk back. In my bike shoes...clank...clank...clank. And that I did for about 100 feet. Then it was just too much so I took my shoes off and walked in my stocking feet. Thank God the shoulder was pretty clean, a dead skunk here and something dead there, but for the most part I was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I had 5 cars stop and ask if they could take me to where I needed to go. I also had 2 bikers stop and ask if I needed anything. Everyone was so kind, I really appreciated it. But my punishment to myself for not having the needed supplies to fix my tire, &lt;em&gt;let alone&lt;/em&gt;, the know how of how to change my tire pissed me off enough and I was going to make myself walk back. And that I did. And heck, it was beautiful outside, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had one older gentleman in a truck pull over. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Man: Need a ride?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope I'm good. Thank you though.&lt;br /&gt;Man: I know I'm a stranger and everything but I can take you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really, it's only less than a half a mile now, I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Do you want me to call the police so they can help you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope. I have a cell phone. I could call someone if I needed, thank you again.&lt;br /&gt;Man: *Sigh* Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving back into town, I passed a police van. I know that man called the police to come assist me. How funny is that? I really would have had no problems getting in with any of the people that pulled over to assist me, I just felt it was my own damn fault and this is what I get. If I would have been any further out, I probably would have taken one of them up on their offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that Best Friends Day tomorrow (a day Karen and I have every year to celebrate our friendship) is going to be heaven when we get our pedicures. These tootsies are in dire need of some help, especially now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...Doug is teaching me how to fix a flat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1652370969173245058?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1652370969173245058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/start-with-20-and-take-off-0.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1652370969173245058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1652370969173245058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/start-with-20-and-take-off-0.html' title='Start with 20 and Take Off the 0'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1714047148931920067</id><published>2009-05-20T06:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:03:33.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's In?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dbclaxton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doug&lt;/a&gt; and I have decided to run the &lt;a href="http://www.hatfieldmccoymarathon.com/"&gt;Hatfield and McCoy Marathon&lt;/a&gt; June 13th. Anyone else running this? It's supposed to be a pretty challenging course that starts in Kentucky and finishes in West Virginia. For a fun twist, they split the field in half. Half being McCoy's. The other half, Hatfield's. The total combined time of each family determines who wins the feud that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;a href="http://nikemomof2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikemom&lt;/a&gt; suggested a race I can't pass up. Not so much for &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; marathon itself, but because of the date. It just happens that the marathon is on my birthday, December 6th. How cool it is going to be running a marathon on my birthday two years in a row. Last December it was the &lt;a href="http://www.kiawahresort.com/recreation/marathon/"&gt;Kiawah Island Marathon&lt;/a&gt; in SC. This year it's going to be the &lt;a href="http://www.rnrvegas.com/"&gt;Rock 'n' Roll Las Vegas Marathon&lt;/a&gt;. Now in the past, this marathon has been known to just..well...lets get real...suck. Mostly having to deal with the wind, dust storms and then running out in BFE for miles on end. Not a race that I've had any desire to run. But...this year, Elite Racing, who is in charge of the Rock 'n' Roll Series, is organizing this marathon now. With that said, improvements are coming. First off, with a new course. Whooo Hooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with us running &lt;a href="http://www.rnrseattle.com/"&gt;Rock 'n' Roll Seattle&lt;/a&gt; this year too, we'll receive more bling with their &lt;a href="http://www.eliteracing.com/heavy_medals.html"&gt;Heavy Medal Series &lt;/a&gt;for running two of their events in one year. How can you pass that up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...start making plans to pack your party shoes and, of course, your running shoes and meet us in Vegas, baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1714047148931920067?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1714047148931920067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-in.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1714047148931920067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1714047148931920067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-in.html' title='Who&apos;s In?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1985406001817312847</id><published>2009-05-17T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:07:19.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Bay Marathon Report</title><content type='html'>What a great trip so far. Doug and I hopped in the car early Friday morning headed for Green Bay, Wi. The drive up was very easy, even for a 10 hour drive. There was beautiful countryside to see with rolling hills and too many red barns to count. It reminded us a lot of driving through Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we slept in a bit and then headed to Lambeau Field to pick up our packets. We stopped by their Pro Shop, which was crazy. They had absolutely everything Green Bay Packers you could imagine. &lt;em&gt;Everything&lt;/em&gt;. The stadium was very impressive. Below...Doug sporting some cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCfSY0ZutI/AAAAAAAAAyI/UJ-CrwWW_pM/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336940696682740434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCfSY0ZutI/AAAAAAAAAyI/UJ-CrwWW_pM/s400/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After packet pickup we headed to Titletown Brewery. Adorable. Titletown makes its own beer as well as root beer. It's been converted from an old train depot and all the kids would go 'choo choo' as the trains passed by the window as we ate lunch. The beer...Mmm...mmm...good. The menus were newspapers...very cute. Lunch was awesome. And the fried cheese curds...oh so yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCg9Z-UegI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UdjvScVHuN8/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336942535238777346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCg9Z-UegI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UdjvScVHuN8/s400/DSC01844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that, we headed up to Green Bay to walk by the water for a bit. It was extremely windy Saturday, we didn't stay too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCiT1IcLTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/5ArDXEa59oc/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336944019997732146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCiT1IcLTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/5ArDXEa59oc/s400/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then back to Lambeau Field for the pasta party that was held on the concourse. Gotta love a free dinner and free beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShChr8HV7qI/AAAAAAAAAyY/MhPJNd37bzY/s1600-h/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336943334677409442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShChr8HV7qI/AAAAAAAAAyY/MhPJNd37bzY/s400/DSC01851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning, the alarm went off at 5:30 am and it was already light outside. I didn't realize the sun rose so early here and I about freaked thinking we overslept. We didn't though and my heart rate returned to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Race morning was beautiful...sunny and in the 50's. The race start was a little disheveled but once the gun went off, things settled in. I knew about mile three, it was going to be a tough race for me. I just needed to run my own race today and didn't want to feel like I was holding Doug back so I kissed him and sent him off ahead of me. I had to do this twice, but he finally went. The course was very nice. We wound through some really nice neighborhoods, ran on some trails, over two bridges, around a lake and all in all, it was a very nice marathon. At mile 20, they had a 'hit the wall' party. It was the loudest, most fun water stop where the spectators and volunteers were yelling and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I wound around the stadium around 25.5 miles, Doug was standing by, cheering me on. I gave a big wave and then entered Lambeau Field through the players tunnel, making a loop around the stadium track. There was music blaring and it was awesome to see the stadium, let alone, from the field itself. What a treat! Once I made my loop around the stadium, it was time to cross the finish line. After receiving my medal and the regular post race foods, it was time to tailgate. They were grilling up brats and serving up beer. What a great way to finish up the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The medals and t shirts are very nice. They even had medals in a big '10' for those that had completed all 10 of the marathons as this was their 10th anniversary. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCekUTxk3I/AAAAAAAAAyA/H-6kpGztRwM/s1600-h/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336939905198166898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCekUTxk3I/AAAAAAAAAyA/H-6kpGztRwM/s400/DSC01854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCd7re34WI/AAAAAAAAAx4/laokpDDiTBM/s1600-h/DSC01859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336939207044096354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCd7re34WI/AAAAAAAAAx4/laokpDDiTBM/s400/DSC01859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doug and I are feeling good. Especially after running 3 marathons in 4 weeks. My ankles and feet ache a bit, but I think that's from running on so much concrete. But we'll be good. I think the next marathon we're thinking about is in 3 weeks so we'll have plenty of time to recover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marathon 21 down!&lt;br /&gt;Roadtrippin' back tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1985406001817312847?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1985406001817312847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-bay-marathon-report.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1985406001817312847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1985406001817312847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-bay-marathon-report.html' title='Green Bay Marathon Report'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ShCfSY0ZutI/AAAAAAAAAyI/UJ-CrwWW_pM/s72-c/DSC01842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6541403550087169535</id><published>2009-05-14T08:04:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:47:10.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Bay...Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgwXOkvoEEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kD_-pWsOHTc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335665197676236866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgwXOkvoEEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kD_-pWsOHTc/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...three marathons in a month's time. Our Molly sitter is going to be more exhausted than we are after this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to be picking popular events this year. Goofy sold out, Lincoln sold out and now Green Bay is 90% sold out and very well could be 100% by Sunday. We're also signed up for RNR Seattle in June, which is already sold out. What is causing this? Are race directors capping the field more conservatively or are there more people running marathons? Hmm...maybe both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm excited about running Green Bay as I hear it's a great marathon and we get to run through Lambeau Field for part of our last mile of the marathon. It will certainly be a first for me running through a NFL football stadium. Running certainly can have its perks. I mean how many people do you know get to run through football stadiums and places such as Churchill Downs? Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was an amazing experience. Another fabulous perk I love about running is being able to travel to so many great places. It's fun to experience the local flavor of different cities. In Green Bay I think it's going to be some local breweries and certainly some cheese and cheese curds. Mmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now it's time to get packed, take Osana for a spin on this gorgeous day and then rest and relax for a great trip to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update: Still not packed...took Osana for 10+miles. That felt way too easy. Once we get back from Green Bay I may need to up my miles, I just didn't want to overdue it with a race this weekend. Now thinking about having a picnic in the backyard with a book I need to finish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update II: Finished my book outside on a blanket with my picnic. Cried because of it. Got a tad too pink. Still haven't packed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6541403550087169535?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6541403550087169535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-bayhere-we-come.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6541403550087169535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6541403550087169535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-bayhere-we-come.html' title='Green Bay...Here We Come!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgwXOkvoEEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kD_-pWsOHTc/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-7573812993957574168</id><published>2009-05-10T16:43:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:13:12.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does It Get Any Better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was an amazing day. In the morning, Doug went for a run as I was directed to sleep in and run Sunday (which is exactly what I did). Shortly after he left, I got up and started cleaning the house and getting things prepared for my graduation party. With the windows open...the sun...shining. The sky...blue. Temperatures...in the mid 60's...it was already a beautiful day. I knew it would be a busy day and probably wouldn't have time to take Molly for a walk. So when I spotted the neighbor dog outside, I went to ask if he could come over for a play date with Mols. OMG! What fun. I laughed at those two all day. For a while, it sounded as if I had invited Michael Vick over. They growled, grunted and body slammed each other. I was afraid the neighbors might call animal control! Take a look at these and you'll see how funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdRShCHnrI/AAAAAAAAAxA/4mH8Jh54ZAY/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334321662190395058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdRShCHnrI/AAAAAAAAAxA/4mH8Jh54ZAY/s400/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Come On...You and Me. Another Round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdPmgmtPEI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qDsVWApm2A4/s1600-h/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334319806649547842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdPmgmtPEI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qDsVWApm2A4/s400/DSC01801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese! Did you say cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdOds5zGjI/AAAAAAAAAww/9NibV_JVVM0/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334318555820399154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdOds5zGjI/AAAAAAAAAww/9NibV_JVVM0/s400/DSC01805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this the funniest picture EVER??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdNq-vqkZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/d1chqUx6htk/s1600-h/DSC01808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334317684436406674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdNq-vqkZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/d1chqUx6htk/s400/DSC01808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Man Snoring the Afternoon Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We finally sent Harley home after he was exhausted and we had laughed ourselves silly over his loud, old man snoring. Then we took a short nap ourselves before the big party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just want to say, I have the best family and friends ever! I love them all so much and they mean the world to me. It was a great party with great drinks, way too much to eat and great conversation. The night flew by and the party was over before I knew it. I didn't want it to end and actually made Karen stay a bit longer than she planned. As I hit the sack, I thanked God for having such amazing people in my life. I am so lucky. Here are just a few pics...there were too many good ones...I couldn't post them all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdYpWhjM5I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1bIMcEMY1eM/s1600-h/DSC01809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334329751087821714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdYpWhjM5I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1bIMcEMY1eM/s400/DSC01809.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our roses from last week's Lincoln Marathon accompanied with some of the neighbor's flowers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdXvmnpsWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8ssfO6YIYGo/s1600-h/DSC01813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334328758975967586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdXvmnpsWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8ssfO6YIYGo/s400/DSC01813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marita sipping some Raspberry Chocolate Port Wine. Several bottles mysteriously disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdW9uc7-xI/AAAAAAAAAxY/jsgSkAiDZRA/s1600-h/DSC01823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334327902085053202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdW9uc7-xI/AAAAAAAAAxY/jsgSkAiDZRA/s400/DSC01823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the beautiful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdVwcOiEiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/PRHodvMwgDI/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334326574342869538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdVwcOiEiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/PRHodvMwgDI/s400/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steff and Nolan cuddling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdUL-mw70I/AAAAAAAAAxI/cJHxsTmuVgg/s1600-h/DSC01828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334324848404524866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdUL-mw70I/AAAAAAAAAxI/cJHxsTmuVgg/s400/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday morning started with a short run before packing up some graduation cake to take to mom's so we could partake in coffee and cake (with mega icing) for breakfast. It was yummo! Then it was movie time where I, of course, fell asleep. Happy Mother's Day Mom. And to all of those great moms out there...Happy Mother's Day to you too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-7573812993957574168?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/7573812993957574168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-it-get-any-better.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7573812993957574168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7573812993957574168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-it-get-any-better.html' title='Does It Get Any Better?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SgdRShCHnrI/AAAAAAAAAxA/4mH8Jh54ZAY/s72-c/DSC01789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6132530062167039271</id><published>2009-05-06T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:34:18.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hear Etta James...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;At Last...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My last day of school was today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I GRADUATE Saturday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I understand the phrase, better late than never.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;At Last...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Raspberry Chocolate Port Wine has aged to perfection. Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll get in a run tomorrow. And maybe a bike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll have some time on my hands to think about what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6132530062167039271?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6132530062167039271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hear-etta-james.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6132530062167039271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6132530062167039271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hear-etta-james.html' title='I Hear Etta James...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6381562015320569537</id><published>2009-05-04T13:28:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:59:56.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln Marathon Race Report</title><content type='html'>What a weekend! We couldn't have asked for a better time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Lincoln to pick up packets at the expo and then headed to &lt;a href="http://nikemomof2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikemom's&lt;/a&gt; where we would be attending a Kentucky Derby party and crashing at their place the night before the Lincoln Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled up to a beautiful home with gorgeous land and was met first by Harley, their dog, who is the cutest thing ever. We were then greeted with such hospitality and of course offered a drink as we walked in the door. As one drink turned into several and everyone was having a great time in the perfect weather and in the company of some great people, the defenses on the food intake went down and I think I snarfed more pickled asparagus and homemade pickles then one should consume in an entire lifetime. McRib had been smoking all day and made some fabulous bbq. Even on top of all that jazz, I was inclined to gobble down some pecan and Derby pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say...holy crap...my stomach turned into a huge inflated balloon. With good food, good drinks and so much laughter from all of Nikemom's great friends, you couldn't ask for much more. Except for some antacids, aspirin and a finger down the throat. No...I didn't purge, but when you wake up the next morning and you're &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; full from the night before...now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Nikemom in her adorable outfit and Derby hat with a biking buddy of hers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf82r_oDl6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/ofsddUkZIfc/s1600-h/DSC01771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332040613271672738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf82r_oDl6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/ofsddUkZIfc/s400/DSC01771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my Derby hat as we hang out on the patio in the beautiful weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf85r54C6_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/S7uIpWYD3xw/s1600-h/DSC01776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043910263008242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf85r54C6_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/S7uIpWYD3xw/s400/DSC01776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doug and Ken talking about biking I'm sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf87O-CLLZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uZhhuCXBUT4/s1600-h/DSC01772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332045612186283410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf87O-CLLZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uZhhuCXBUT4/s400/DSC01772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After getting to bed late, Doug and I awoke several times just because we were parched. We had both consumed so much good stuff that we were miserable. Five o'clock rolled around and we were up and ready to get the day started. Six o'clock rolled around and we headed out the front door to get the start line. Another great morning. Nice and cool. It was going to be a good day for a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ended up getting split from each other and this was the first race that Doug and I didn't get to start together or at least kiss each other and wish each other well before we took off. I was a bit bummed about that, but would survive. I knew he was probably ahead of me and I kept looking for him as he was wearing his famous yellow shirt and yellow bandanna that you can spot for miles. And finally I did see him. I could see he was looking behind to see if he could catch a glimpse of me. How sweet is that for him to wait for me! So I was able to catch up and we ran the rest of the race together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a race. The National Guard and Lincoln Track Club REALLY know how to put on a great marathon. This year it sold out and I would suspect for years to come it will continue to sell out. This is a great course with spectacular spectators and great race support. I really could not have asked for anything more. There were even margaritas on the course, which normally I would not pass up, but had to due to the fun I had the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great seeing Nikemom and McRib about mile 14 as she had finished the half and they were waiting for the first woman marathoner come in. We also got to see some of Nikemom's friends that had come over for the Derby party the night before. It was fun to look up and have them cheering you on at mile 9. We also saw Sue and Ringo (KC Stine's wife and boxer) so we stopped and talked to her for a while. Getting to wave to KC Stine and Jon as they ran by in the marathon was a hoot too. Oh yeah, ran across Marsha who was up in Lincoln cheering on a friend of hers who was running her first marathon as well. It seemed like we had more support then we've even had at our local races. It was fun. The only person I missed was &lt;a href="http://topheavyrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt; who at fault of my own didn't get to see cuz I had downed too many drinks and forgot to email her my bib number. Sorry we missed each other Meg! This is a picture Ken took of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf9DdgbmFtI/AAAAAAAAAwY/0wUNBae8wWQ/s1600-h/Lincoln+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332054658030900946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf9DdgbmFtI/AAAAAAAAAwY/0wUNBae8wWQ/s400/Lincoln+2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later in the miles, it started to get warm and even the super duper fast runners seemed to be struggling. On the back half of the marathon, it was a long out and back so we could see them coming back in. It hit us as well. My legs cramped even with me taking a lot of electrolyte pills and at the end it just felt better to run (slowly) then it did to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished in 5:28:58. And after a Derby party the night before...I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we crossed the finish line, we got a rose and this little mint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf8_tr7uvqI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/OuBzk3fSfkg/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332050537949871778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf8_tr7uvqI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/OuBzk3fSfkg/s400/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf8-DAk9uVI/AAAAAAAAAwI/nCt8hRQ2Myw/s1600-h/DSC01783.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you ever get the chance to run Lincoln...DO! It's a GREAT marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to Nikemom and McRib, you guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6381562015320569537?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6381562015320569537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/lincoln-marathon-race-report.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6381562015320569537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6381562015320569537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/lincoln-marathon-race-report.html' title='Lincoln Marathon Race Report'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf82r_oDl6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/ofsddUkZIfc/s72-c/DSC01771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-7324292209335454280</id><published>2009-05-04T13:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:26:55.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Night Run</title><content type='html'>Even though it's almost been a week ago, I wanted to post about our Tuesday Night Run we hosted from our house. It was the perfect evening...sunny skies, in the low 70's and great friends. I think it was the only day of the week we didn't receive rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runtothefinish.blogspot.com/"&gt;RunToFinish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dbclaxton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doug&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shesarunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kcstine.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC Stine&lt;/a&gt; and Stephanie all joined in on the fun. It was our first time meeting KC Stine even though he lives only a stones throw away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf8xUOWIoJI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9xA6auah4n0/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332034707348037778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf8xUOWIoJI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9xA6auah4n0/s400/DSC01761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The run was fun for all and afterwards most of us met up the street for some dinner. What a great way to get together with friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-7324292209335454280?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/7324292209335454280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-night-run.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7324292209335454280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7324292209335454280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-night-run.html' title='Tuesday Night Run'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sf8xUOWIoJI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9xA6auah4n0/s72-c/DSC01761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8930917018205275650</id><published>2009-05-01T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:26:46.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy May Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SftQZRuLkPI/AAAAAAAAAvg/y86XpT8VJag/s1600-h/pink_flower_may_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330942979107164402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SftQZRuLkPI/AAAAAAAAAvg/y86XpT8VJag/s400/pink_flower_may_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doug and I are heading to Lincoln tomorrow for bbq, Kentucky Derby fun and oh yeah...a marathon. I'll have to limit my intake of mint juleps or otherwise I won't be able to roll outta bed Sunday morning to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all those racing this weekend. There seems to be a ton!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8930917018205275650?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8930917018205275650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-may-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8930917018205275650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8930917018205275650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-may-day.html' title='Happy May Day!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SftQZRuLkPI/AAAAAAAAAvg/y86XpT8VJag/s72-c/pink_flower_may_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-4041752306508669500</id><published>2009-04-28T11:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:18:47.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Last Week, Man</title><content type='html'>So...some of my friends just won't let me live it down that I won 2nd place...against myself...at my last marathon. A lovely friend (I'm using this term &lt;em&gt;loosely&lt;/em&gt;) sent me this photo. Thanks Tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SfcyB7czX6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/i4b345LEpuk/s1600-h/trees.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329783692736028578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SfcyB7czX6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/i4b345LEpuk/s400/trees.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That was So Last Week...or more accurately...So a Week and a Half Ago. Are you and &lt;a href="http://dbclaxton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doug&lt;/a&gt; in cahoots? Either way...this totally cracks me up. Doug actually mentioned I needed to be standing in the 2nd place slot. Thanks babe for the correction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Doug and I are hosting a run from our home and then we're headed to a restaurant around the corner for some dinner. I'm excited to see some friends I haven't seen in a while and meet a couple new friends. We'll be running on the new paved trail that starts less than a quarter mile from our house. I love it! Molly and I marked the trail this morning on our 3 mile walk so the runners know where to run. The little booger has walked over 125 miles so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..this weekend...I can pretty much guarantee I will not be bringing home&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a trophy, except maybe a trophy for the best Derby Hat. We'll see... We'll be heading to &lt;a href="http://nikemomof2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikemom's&lt;/a&gt; to partake in Kentucky Derby festivities and then running the &lt;a href="http://www.lincolnrun.org/marathon.htm"&gt;Lincoln Marathon&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. Should be Good Times! Marathon 3 for the year and Marathon 20 total. 20 baby! Doug will be running his 74th Marathon and this will be the &lt;em&gt;10th anniversary of his first marathon&lt;/em&gt; which was run in Lincoln, so this will be a special run for him. Congrats hon on 10 years and 74 marathons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-4041752306508669500?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/4041752306508669500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-last-week-man.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4041752306508669500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4041752306508669500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-last-week-man.html' title='So Last Week, Man'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SfcyB7czX6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/i4b345LEpuk/s72-c/trees.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5908795286936657990</id><published>2009-04-23T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:08:34.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Happy Drowned Rat</title><content type='html'>This morning I went on a 6 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;In.The.POURING.Rain.&lt;br /&gt;It was dark.&lt;br /&gt;And lightening. I told myself I've been good lately, I shouldn't get struck by lightening today.&lt;br /&gt;And thundering. You could hear the thunder roar across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It was so refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;I loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;I think I smiled the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week, our times were posted for the Frisco Fifty Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I received a very cool plaque for placing 2nd in my age group.&lt;br /&gt;Well...come to find out, I was the ONLY one IN my age group.&lt;br /&gt;How do I place 2nd to myself??? LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one iota upset-it's just very humorous that I received an award at all, but especially silly when it's a 2nd place award and I was the only one in my age group running!&lt;br /&gt;I'll still cherish it as I deserve it if no other 30-40 year old woman could get her arse up and run the marathon that day. Yay for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5908795286936657990?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5908795286936657990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-happy-drowned-rat.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5908795286936657990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5908795286936657990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-happy-drowned-rat.html' title='One Happy Drowned Rat'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5886602254766056660</id><published>2009-04-19T13:01:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:38:26.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisco Fifty Marathon Race Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s122036257.onlinehome.us/images/race_apps/frisco-fifty/Frisco-Fifty-Flyer.pdf"&gt;Marathon Number 2&lt;/a&gt; of 2009...Done! Number 19 total. What a long, but fun day. We rolled outta bed at 2:00 AM and was out the door by 3:00 to pick up &lt;a href="http://www.teamwobo.org/blog/wordpress/"&gt;Craig&lt;/a&gt; to head on our 2 and a half hour road trip to the start line (which was actually the finish). I was lucky enough to call the back seat so I slept most of the whole way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the race started, I was ready for lunch. It was 8:30 AM and it seemed as if we already had a full day. They bussed us to the start line as it was a point to point race. It was a very low key marathon as it was the inaugural race and there were about 20 of us running the marathon. The man that started our race said, 'ready, set, go' and off we went. But this was after &lt;a href="http://dbclaxton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doug&lt;/a&gt; already disqualified 2 men in his age group for being ahead of the start line by 3 inches. It was a hoot as they turned around and looked at him all serious until we all busted a gut laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This race was on an old railroad bed that has been converted to trail. For the most part it was crushed gravel and some points had actual large gravel. It was good for the joints and knees, but it really wore us out. It was sort of like running on sand as it gave a little so you sunk in just a tad every time a foot went down. We certainly exerted a ton more energy then when we run on asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig and I started out together as this was his first marathon. I kinda wanted to stick with him to make sure he would fair okay. Not that I didn't think he could do it, cuz I knew he would. I just think that sometimes, especially for marathon virgins, it's more enjoyable to have someone there with them to talk with, keep your mind of things, to encourage you...to just be there makes it easier. We did really well up until mile 9 and then that darn trail wore us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept trekking and came across a lot of things on the trail...a dead armadillo, frogs croaking so loud it was even hard to hear at some points...it was really cool. We also came across a cattle crossing where a line of cows were moseying across. I think this accounted for at least a half an hour of our time...LOL...okay...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really good time. We laughed, grunted, and even cussed just a bit. Craig had the usual ups and downs and at one point got very quiet. Normal stuff for a newbie-or really-for any of us. But really...he was always positive and kept putting one foot in front of the other. He did a great job. Congrats Craig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally crossing the finish line! Whoo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SettMhzgStI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lG8aLz406JQ/s1600-h/DSC01745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326471046295997138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SettMhzgStI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lG8aLz406JQ/s400/DSC01745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had good food afterwards...pasta, sauce and meatballs, bread sticks, cookies and Coke. The tshirt and medals were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Setz7Rk1nDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nhGZAV55pIY/s1600-h/frisco-medal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326478446463130674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Setz7Rk1nDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nhGZAV55pIY/s400/frisco-medal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Set20FsZ8DI/AAAAAAAAAuw/mTXOEVAxUVA/s1600-h/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326481621549445170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Set20FsZ8DI/AAAAAAAAAuw/mTXOEVAxUVA/s400/DSC01753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST part was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SetuV5IhppI/AAAAAAAAAug/oc7T1CoMejY/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326472306688632466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SetuV5IhppI/AAAAAAAAAug/oc7T1CoMejY/s400/DSC01749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! 2nd place in my age group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Doug to take a picture of me and my prize, but he couldn't help himself in his jealous rage to zoom me out of the picture. I'm surprised he even took the picture at all. With me winning 2 age group awards, I can see how he could feel a bit upset and all. Poor thing! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...yes...there were only 2 of us in my age group...BUT I still received this awesome plaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we rolled back in the driveway, &lt;a href="http://nikemomof2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikemom&lt;/a&gt; and Mr. McRib were unloading their stuff. She came down to test out the Kansas Ironman 70.3 bike course and then turned around on Sunday to run the Kansas Half Marathon. We went out and had some yummy Mexican food and some great margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Set400QSoSI/AAAAAAAAAu4/k31w2koHOZ8/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326483833071247650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Set400QSoSI/AAAAAAAAAu4/k31w2koHOZ8/s400/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next marathon...Lincoln Marathon in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5886602254766056660?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5886602254766056660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/frisco-fifty-marathon-race-report.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5886602254766056660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5886602254766056660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/frisco-fifty-marathon-race-report.html' title='Frisco Fifty Marathon Race Report'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SettMhzgStI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lG8aLz406JQ/s72-c/DSC01745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1527925588205811252</id><published>2009-04-16T20:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:42:35.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pup Pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A 2 mile walk simply isn't enough for this workout queen anymore. She was wound tight tonight so we broke out the frisbee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture is a bit blurry but I love it because her personality shows through...the ears flopping in the wind and all. She's the cutest thing around.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SefbVKTdJpI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-N_dFzV-Y9M/s1600-h/DSC01723.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325466240978593426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SefbVKTdJpI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-N_dFzV-Y9M/s400/DSC01723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SefYpBEkmMI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XqJaXZG4wB0/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325463283562748098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SefYpBEkmMI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XqJaXZG4wB0/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Worn out now Ms. Thang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SefcW0tpiBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/z34qeOZRDAc/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325467369054242834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SefcW0tpiBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/z34qeOZRDAc/s400/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1527925588205811252?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1527925588205811252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/pup-pics.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1527925588205811252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1527925588205811252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/pup-pics.html' title='Pup Pics...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SefbVKTdJpI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-N_dFzV-Y9M/s72-c/DSC01723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3259318335562442654</id><published>2009-04-16T13:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:51:24.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About That Time Again</title><content type='html'>Finally...&lt;a href="http://s122036257.onlinehome.us/images/race_apps/frisco-fifty/Frisco-Fifty-Flyer.pdf"&gt;Marathon Number 2&lt;/a&gt; of the year will be this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long day as we'll be rising and shining at 2:00 AM to road trip several hours. Run the marathon. Then road tripping back another several hours. But should be a ton of fun. We're headed down with one part of &lt;a href="http://www.teamwobo.org/blog/wordpress/"&gt;Team WOBO&lt;/a&gt;. Craig will be running his 1st marathon!&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about this marathon. It's on an old railroad bed-a rails to trails initiative, so should be flat and is supposed to be very scenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3259318335562442654?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3259318335562442654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-about-that-time-again.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3259318335562442654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3259318335562442654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-about-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s About That Time Again'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3090121074574719970</id><published>2009-04-10T08:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:27:38.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sd9FC1o4oCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/i6iHrxD5nh4/s1600-h/royals.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323049199635832866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sd9FC1o4oCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/i6iHrxD5nh4/s400/royals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today is the Royals Home Opener!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We've been attending the Home Opener for years now and there is nothing like the energy on Opening Day. LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our stadium was built in 1973 and even before the new renovations, I think it was still one of the prettiest stadiums around. This year they have completed a quarter of a billion dollars in renovations and I'm so excited to get out and take it all in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's expected to be a little chilly, but we have our blankets packed and we're ready to snuggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;GO ROYALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3090121074574719970?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3090121074574719970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3090121074574719970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3090121074574719970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ball Game'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Sd9FC1o4oCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/i6iHrxD5nh4/s72-c/royals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-4844290993069407648</id><published>2009-04-05T10:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:41:29.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olathe Half Marathon 2009</title><content type='html'>This title should have read Olathe MARATHON 2009.&lt;br /&gt;But the marathon was cancelled last week due to the snow and ice.&lt;br /&gt;They were able to have the half marathon this weekend so we hopped on board since the marathon was not able to be rescheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikemomof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/foto-friday-tgif.html"&gt;Nikemom&lt;/a&gt; drove down Friday night to run Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie! Very kind and fun. My kinda girl.&lt;br /&gt;She even brought some homemade salsa and jalapenos along with some other awesome goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race morning we were up and out the door by 6:00 so we could switch out our marathon bibs and chips for half marathon stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windy. Windy. Windy. Was the name of the game. Again.&lt;br /&gt;This year they had a new course and it was much more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;For having to postpone the race a week, everything went off without a hitch and kudos need to be extended to the race committee. Great Job Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good race. The race clock read 2:27:46 as I crossed the finish. But better yet, after the race they served up some locally brewed &lt;a href="http://www.blvdbeer.com/index.cfm"&gt;Boulevard Beer&lt;/a&gt;! Now that is worth all the running in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-4844290993069407648?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/4844290993069407648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/olathe-half-marathon-2009.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4844290993069407648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4844290993069407648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/olathe-half-marathon-2009.html' title='Olathe Half Marathon 2009'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8426238377003583776</id><published>2009-04-01T11:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:04:23.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...Sand</title><content type='html'>When I think sand, I think beach. Hanging out...walking on it...playing in it...&lt;br /&gt;And since I had some time off, I thought it was a fabulous idea if I could go 'sanding' for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But this is not the kind of 'sanding' Doug was thinking for me.&lt;br /&gt;Instead he has me 'sanding' the kitchen cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;The left side is the done part...the right side is what we are re-finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SdObhyCjUXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CftMZtK-rFw/s1600-h/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319766589525152114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SdObhyCjUXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CftMZtK-rFw/s400/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think by the time I'm done, I'm going to have one Popeye arm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SdObzGmyC-I/AAAAAAAAAts/93bcBzEDMc8/s1600-h/popeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319766887103597538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SdObzGmyC-I/AAAAAAAAAts/93bcBzEDMc8/s400/popeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And with all the Green Smoothies I've been drinking with a spinach base, this really could be me soon. Scare me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8426238377003583776?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8426238377003583776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhsand.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8426238377003583776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8426238377003583776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhsand.html' title='Ahhh...Sand'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SdObhyCjUXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CftMZtK-rFw/s72-c/DSC01708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-374364906087367003</id><published>2009-03-28T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:22:39.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Ice Baby</title><content type='html'>The Olathe Marathon was cancelled last night due to the lovely weather forecasters insisting we were doomed for 10+ inches of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke around 7:30 am to dry streets. By 8:30 it was raining off and on and did eventually turn to ice. We're yet to see a single snowflake. But, as far as I'm concerned, the Olathe Marathon Committee made the right choice with the information they were given. Even if the ice did come in later in the morning, it would have made for a nasty, soppy, cold mess of a run. And I'm much happier nice and dry right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no takers on Doug's treadmill marathon. I think it could have been fun. But honestly, am glad no one else thought it was a great idea. Instead, I'm nice and cozy at home. Doug's laying flooring and soon we'll be bottling wine and watching the MU game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-374364906087367003?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/374364906087367003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-ice-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/374364906087367003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/374364906087367003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice Ice Baby'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6326042176026692310</id><published>2009-03-27T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:06:05.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew...This Has Been a Day</title><content type='html'>So...today was my last day worked at a company I've been with for 15+ years.&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about the future and looking forward to something new.&lt;br /&gt;However, it was still an emotional day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I thought I would work off this emotional energy with the Olathe Marathon tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But with all the horrible weather predicted...anywhere from 4-8 to 8-10+ inches of snow...the marathon has been cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;The have postponed the half marathon to next week, but have cancelled the marathon all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that means Nikemom will come down next weekend and we'll run the half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm behind 2 marathons for the year with me wanting to cover 12 marathons this year with no marathon in February or March now.&lt;br /&gt;But will make up one in May when we run 2 marathons. And I'm sure sometime in the fall we can catch up. I have no worries I can still do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...tonight  I'm going to trade in my water and chicken with pasta for pizza and beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next marathon...April 19th...unless there's another 10+ inches of snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6326042176026692310?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6326042176026692310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/whewthis-has-been-day.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6326042176026692310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6326042176026692310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/whewthis-has-been-day.html' title='Whew...This Has Been a Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5634625516300906330</id><published>2009-03-26T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:19:21.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do THEYYYY Know?</title><content type='html'>Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Word on the street is we're supposed to be receiving 4-8 inches of snow...rain...ice on Saturday. With winds of 15-25 mph.&lt;br /&gt;Good times...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl who loves a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;This could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;And I can blame my crappy time on the crappy weather.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fair, 'eh?&lt;br /&gt;But the Olathe Marathon is in jeopardy of being cancelled cuz they are saying they don't want people getting creamed by sliding cars and such. &lt;br /&gt;Fine...they are no fun.&lt;br /&gt;But for anyone that knows Kansas weather, it can change on a dime or they can have the forecast all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I say, 'what do theeyyy know?'&lt;br /&gt;But since Abby's hearing about it on her news station, when she lives in &lt;em&gt;Philly&lt;/em&gt;, there may be something to this.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost April people.&lt;br /&gt;I guess all we can do is wait.&lt;br /&gt;Doug has this fabulous idea of if the marathon does get cancelled to just continue to the YMCA and do our 26.2 miles on the dreadmill.&lt;br /&gt;So far...I don't think he has any takers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5634625516300906330?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5634625516300906330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-theyyyy-know.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5634625516300906330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5634625516300906330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-theyyyy-know.html' title='What do THEYYYY Know?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2490563525809926029</id><published>2009-03-26T09:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:08:37.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Omen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today as I'm driving Fiona into work, I glance down and my miles per gallon digital guage reads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;26.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;How perfect is that!&lt;br /&gt;It's a good sign for Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2490563525809926029?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2490563525809926029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-omen.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2490563525809926029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2490563525809926029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-omen.html' title='A Good Omen'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-7611831488571691214</id><published>2009-03-24T17:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:17:24.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Scll34oHNoI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jAXF7hVdwAo/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316892845855422082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Scll34oHNoI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jAXF7hVdwAo/s400/DSC01700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a flower from one of our peach trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See all the pink flowers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doug and I ran at the YMCA tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's way windy outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sooo not ready for this marathon on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just going to go out and enjoy myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are calling for rain, snow or ice...they don't know yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll just wait and see and make the best of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I'm off to meet my friend, Leesa, for some coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll be fun to get together with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-7611831488571691214?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/7611831488571691214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-in-pink.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7611831488571691214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7611831488571691214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/Scll34oHNoI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jAXF7hVdwAo/s72-c/DSC01700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6235373994444137141</id><published>2009-03-23T12:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:44:21.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Love Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ScfIx3wPUeI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Db9OwD-FS3Y/s1600-h/AAA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316438644239585762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ScfIx3wPUeI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Db9OwD-FS3Y/s400/AAA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at those stained glass windows! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that shiny floor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't they beautiful?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://dbclaxton.blogspot.com/"&gt;babe&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now Doug is finishing up the flooring in the dining room area and then it's off to get a new dining room set we have our eyes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got my 8 miler in on Sunday on the newly paved trails right outside our front door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was nice not having to go anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weather was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Less than a week before Olathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So excited to have &lt;a href="http://nikemomof2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikemom&lt;/a&gt; coming to stay with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ScfIe507H-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/3eSX9G6OITQ/s1600-h/s771134437_1437328_364666.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6235373994444137141?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6235373994444137141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-love-him.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6235373994444137141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6235373994444137141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-love-him.html' title='I Just Love Him...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/ScfIx3wPUeI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Db9OwD-FS3Y/s72-c/AAA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3491669269122893996</id><published>2009-03-21T11:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:51:34.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Saturday</title><content type='html'>This morning we slept in til about 7:30. It was heaven. Doug's had a nasty cold lately and he decided not to run. Which means...I decided not to run. I'll run my 8 miles tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we took the pup for a 2 mile walk. And it was so relaxing. I brewed by favorite Dunkin' Donuts coffee, then we mozied to the newly asphalted trail right outside our front door. I'm sooooo thrilled it's completed. It's perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back home to shower and get ready to head to Dean and Deluca's to meet up with Stephanie and &lt;a href="http://www.elbowchocolates.com/"&gt;Christopher Elbow&lt;/a&gt;...my favorite chocolateer, where he'll be presenting some of his chocolates. Then we're (Steff and me...Christopher can join if he would like) headed to lunch to catch up since I haven't seen Steff lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I'm going to stop by work and pick up my crap since next week is my last week I'll be working there! I'm looking forward to having the Spring/Summer off. I say I don't know what I'm going to do with myself, but it isn't going to be hard to find things to do around here. Doug's already started a list. First thing...sand down the kitchen cabinets to re-stain them. Should be good times! I really can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'm going to head back home and start bread making. &lt;a href="http://abbyperkiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt; has me frothing at the mouth to make some homemade bread and it's the perfect day to do it. The windows are open, but it's still just a tad cool, so it'll be fantastic to have the house smelling fabulous and some warm bread to warm the belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure the day can get much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3491669269122893996?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3491669269122893996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-saturday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3491669269122893996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3491669269122893996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-saturday.html' title='A Perfect Saturday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2583252744206120713</id><published>2009-03-17T17:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:02:01.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>For St. Patrick's Day, I decided to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'go green' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Make a famous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;smoothie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take my canvas bags to the grocery store to purchase my goodies for my green smoothie-this being the first time...ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes...Doug is rolling his eyes right about now. He loves the green movement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My smoothie....it didn't turn out green. It's more the color of...oh let's say...baby diarrhea. So it looks like I'll have to celebrate with a Bailey's to make it official for St. Patrick's Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took a half day off work to bask in this beautiful 77 degree weather. The Molster and I went for a 2 mile walk and then I ran 3 miles. You can tell Spring is in the air when horns are honking as they drive by and men are in their backyard playing horseshoes, drinking beer, hooting and hollaring as you run by. Gotta appreciate their nerve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2583252744206120713?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2583252744206120713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2583252744206120713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2583252744206120713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-4403843264794769221</id><published>2009-03-14T14:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:07:44.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewed</title><content type='html'>With the release of a huge stressor that's been hanging around way too long, today's run was the best ever. I felt light, happy and so invigorated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trails were pretty much abandoned today so it was almost as if I had the trails all to myself. And boy, I took full advantage. I sang my heart out at the top of my lungs. I even stopped to dance. Yes. Full on rockin' out. What a goof. I laughed at myself for doing it. But I couldn't help myself. I feel renewed as this heavy burden has just been lifted. Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I did this all running 14 miles. My longest run since Disney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks til Marathon Number 2 for the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-4403843264794769221?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/4403843264794769221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/renewed.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4403843264794769221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/4403843264794769221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/renewed.html' title='Renewed'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6669765124857843502</id><published>2009-03-08T13:34:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:10:15.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuna to Buddah to Barbados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SbQRopc3abI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UcmMbli-Q7s/s1600-h/Sensation_THAI_Bowls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310889250596022706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SbQRopc3abI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UcmMbli-Q7s/s400/Sensation_THAI_Bowls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; me some&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;BumbleBee's Spicy Thai tuna. However, do NOT eat it for lunch, right before a run. It gives you massive heartburn. I seriously thought flames were going to Burst.Out.Of.My.Chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I was a guest at a Buddhist Community Center. I am taking a World Religions class at school and this was one of our assignments. I have always wanted to visit a Buddhist Temple and learn more about the Buddhist way but just never have. I'm so glad this was an assignment, that way it pushed me out there to do it. I loved it. Loved the people. Loved their way. Loved their reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And onto Barbados. &lt;a href="http://run-likeagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Run Like a Girl &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://ramblingsofarunningaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramblings of a Running Addict&lt;/a&gt; are raising funds to run a marathon in Barbados. How fabulous is that! They are hosting a Virtual Run to raise money for the Arthritis Foundation as part of Joints in Motion. Please stop by their blogs for more info. Should be a great time and it's for a great cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6669765124857843502?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6669765124857843502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuna-to-buddah-to-barbados.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6669765124857843502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6669765124857843502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuna-to-buddah-to-barbados.html' title='Tuna to Buddah to Barbados'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SbQRopc3abI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UcmMbli-Q7s/s72-c/Sensation_THAI_Bowls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6796351546894534541</id><published>2009-03-05T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:20:40.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Zone</title><content type='html'>Last night after school I decided to go for a run.&lt;br /&gt;More of a mental fix than a physical need.&lt;br /&gt;I had to release some energy consuming the brain.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired, I even told Doug that I was going out for a mile...maybe two if I could make it that far.&lt;br /&gt;But before I even hit one mile, I knew I was going to cover our 3 mile loop.&lt;br /&gt;Something grabbed a hold of me...or rather, let loose.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up in the zone.&lt;br /&gt;It was 100% different than any of my 'regular 3 mile loop' runs.&lt;br /&gt;I've never ended up in the zone on a 3 mile run before.&lt;br /&gt;There has been so much on my mind lately that it was such a calming experience to have my mind at peace.&lt;br /&gt;Not thinking of this or that or what if.&lt;br /&gt;What a great feeling I had during. It even carried over into the rest of the evening and into today.&lt;br /&gt;It's what I've needed for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6796351546894534541?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6796351546894534541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-zone.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6796351546894534541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6796351546894534541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-zone.html' title='In the Zone'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5081886441839304866</id><published>2009-03-04T13:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:43:49.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to the Doctor</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had my 'yearly' checkup (you girls get my drift) at the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor is a very active person. She has run a marathon with Team in Training before and continues to run half marathons. She always seems interested in what I've been up to when it comes to running. The first question from her was, "so how many marathons did you run last year?" I had to chuckle. And then we continued to have a long conversation about running, what marathon was my favorite, if I've done triathlons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my exam, as she's walking out of the room, she proceeds to tell me, "Kim...you're the healthiest person I have seen in a long, long time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5081886441839304866?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5081886441839304866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-to-doctor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5081886441839304866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5081886441839304866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-to-doctor.html' title='A Visit to the Doctor'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-8838697463333369098</id><published>2009-03-02T15:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:27:01.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday...Sunday...Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 6 miles (whoo hoo!) and my foot still feels good. Ready for another run tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode Osana for an hour. The longest ever since I've had her.&lt;br /&gt;We gorged on a huge platter of grapes, cheese and crackers and watched Stephen King movies.&lt;br /&gt;Oh...yeah...and some peanut butter chocolate ice cream. Okay...not some...a whole carton.&lt;br /&gt;And ummm...yes...hard apple cider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minute bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;Jack Bauer for 2 HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll touch the veggie platter since we no longer have any cheese or ice cream in the house.&lt;br /&gt;More hard apple cider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-8838697463333369098?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/8838697463333369098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturdaysundaymonday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8838697463333369098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/8838697463333369098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturdaysundaymonday.html' title='Saturday...Sunday...Monday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1293482958908189828</id><published>2009-02-28T15:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:29:04.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Happy Girl</title><content type='html'>I've been held hostage from running for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to try to break free tomorrow and hit the trails but it snowed 4 inches here and I didn't want to be too much of a daredevil. So...Doug was headed to the Y today for a long run and I thought I would take the opportunity to see how my 'ol Achilles was doing.&lt;br /&gt;And...I covered my planned 6 miles!&lt;br /&gt;Overall...it went well. I took walk breaks when I felt any tinge of my ankle and ran at a snail's pace when I wasn't walking. But...I did it!&lt;br /&gt;After 3 weeks of not running...I feel like a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm icing now and planning on holding off til Tuesday for my next run.&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying March will bring me more than 19 miles...especially since I have 26.2 planned for one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1293482958908189828?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1293482958908189828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-happy-girl.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1293482958908189828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1293482958908189828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-happy-girl.html' title='One Happy Girl'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-5446007361592417795</id><published>2009-02-27T15:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:04:18.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Signed My Name on the Dotted Line</title><content type='html'>I officially signed up for the &lt;a href="http://www.olathemarathon.com/sports/marathon/default.asp"&gt;Olathe Marathon&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://runtothefinish.blogspot.com/"&gt;RuntoFinish&lt;/a&gt; and the Olathe Marathon committee for my free entry!&lt;br /&gt;It should be a great race. It can't get much better when it's a hometown race...to roll outta bed and be there in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;There is a whole new course this year that looks to be much more exciting than years past.&lt;br /&gt;The race starts at Garmin Headquarters. How cool is that. I'll be sure to take some pics so you all know where your Forerunners were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marathon is 3.28.09 so I have a month from tomorrow to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;As a lot of you know, it's been 3 weeks since my last run due to my Achilles issues. I'm really hoping to get in a 6 miler Sunday to see how it feels. Please send me good running vibes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First going in to the Olathe Marathon, I was ready to get in some speed work (which is I think what got me put on the injured list) and see what I could do with this marathon time-wise. That's obviously out of the question now since I ran 13 miles the whole month of February. And my last long run was 14 miler in late January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...my goal for Olathe is to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it's been forever since Disney.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for another marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 short weeks away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-5446007361592417795?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/5446007361592417795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-signed-my-name-on-dotted-line.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5446007361592417795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/5446007361592417795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-signed-my-name-on-dotted-line.html' title='I Signed My Name on the Dotted Line'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2001623683795175255</id><published>2009-02-23T11:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:13:08.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Gods...</title><content type='html'>I want to take this time to thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you for giving me an injury now and not during spring or fall marathon 'racing' season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you for delivering this nasty cold now while I'm in 'no running' injury mode.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now it's time to heal up...get the sniffles over with...and hopefully start running by the end of the week cuz I have a marathon to train for!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2001623683795175255?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2001623683795175255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-gods.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2001623683795175255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2001623683795175255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-gods.html' title='Running Gods...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-432911957457746347</id><published>2009-02-19T10:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:59:01.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning. A lot.</title><content type='html'>At school...I had a crazy scramble at the beginning of this semester because I was supposed to take a really easy ceramics class. My motto was 'ash trays for everyone' at Christmas. Nevermind, no one I know smokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructor was TOO MUCH and told the class we wouldn't be making ash trays or coffee cups. Well...that crushed my my artistic drive (how dare him tell me what I can't make) so I dropped the class and entered a speech/communications class.&lt;br /&gt;For real.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;But he really was over the top and this was Ceramics I. I have no artistic ability and this man was looking for true masterpieces. So...here I am in speech class and it's much more up my alley. Until this week...&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do in speech class? Look at the beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZ2JLgypK2I/AAAAAAAAAss/IJ8uGRaciQA/s1600-h/img033[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304546766986226530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZ2JLgypK2I/AAAAAAAAAss/IJ8uGRaciQA/s400/img033%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now you understand why I dropped ceramics!&lt;br /&gt;Actually...this was a really fun activity. It was 'non-verbal' night. So we entered the class silently, had to get in groups by our eye color (without talking) and then again, without talking (all night)...'make a castle'.&lt;br /&gt;See the flag. The gargoyle. The moat is hard to see with the gargoyle in front of it. And the green thing in the back (on the roof) is a princess. With 7 of us in our group, we made this masterpiece without a word. I know...Spectacular! You can have your very own for $29.95.&lt;br /&gt;Ceramics instructor...eat your heart out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-432911957457746347?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/432911957457746347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-lot.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/432911957457746347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/432911957457746347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-lot.html' title='Learning. A lot.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZ2JLgypK2I/AAAAAAAAAss/IJ8uGRaciQA/s72-c/img033%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-1496462885463765188</id><published>2009-02-18T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:56:17.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Right Along</title><content type='html'>My Achilles seems to be getting better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see how the rest of the week goes.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can attempt 6 miles on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs to get out and run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-1496462885463765188?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/1496462885463765188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-right-along.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1496462885463765188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/1496462885463765188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving Right Along'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-6450832126554096334</id><published>2009-02-16T18:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:50:50.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeved</title><content type='html'>Okay...so this isn't the&lt;em&gt; first &lt;/em&gt;non related running post I've written. But this is a little more off track than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually overpay my Kansas taxes...enough to know I won't have to pay. Not by a humongous amount-but enough to smile when my check gets delivered. I normally love my great state of Kansas. But I'm not so happy with our lovely Democratic Gov. Kathleen Sebelius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is suspending our Kansas income tax returns. Can you believe that crap?? It's MY money. You OWE me, Kansas. I did not loan the money to you to borrow and to keep until you had money to repay me. If I owed you, you would make me pay, even if I didn't have the money. Do I get to charge you interest off the money you owe me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-6450832126554096334?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/6450832126554096334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/peeved.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6450832126554096334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/6450832126554096334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/peeved.html' title='Peeved'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2314177413270542787</id><published>2009-02-15T14:18:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:45:33.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man of Many Talents</title><content type='html'>Okay...most of you know I have a man at home that does not sit still. Ever. He is always doing something. Or thinking up the next project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He runs.&lt;br /&gt;He plays guitar.&lt;br /&gt;He has almost renovated our whole house.&lt;br /&gt;He makes wine.&lt;br /&gt;He makes beer.&lt;br /&gt;He makes cheese.&lt;br /&gt;He grows grapes.&lt;br /&gt;He does stained glass projects.&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZh5WRZN1cI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ij8tM1vfSFM/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303121984762009026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZh5WRZN1cI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ij8tM1vfSFM/s400/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whisky.&lt;br /&gt;It never ceases to amaze me on what is going to be next.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of what we're in the middle of now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZh8JU_Mn_I/AAAAAAAAAsk/o3GTQn9yFPM/s1600-h/DSC01664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303125060923203570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZh8JU_Mn_I/AAAAAAAAAsk/o3GTQn9yFPM/s400/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is putting in the unstained floor himself and then staining it. Along with tile work in front of the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...in middle of new floors being laid. Whiskey being aged. A half done stained glass project waiting to be finished when new glass comes in...chocolate port wine in the process...homemade backyard wine being brewed...I think it's time to start making hard cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he AWESOME! Thanks for ALL you do. You are amazing babe. Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2314177413270542787?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2314177413270542787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-of-many-talents.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2314177413270542787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2314177413270542787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-of-many-talents.html' title='A Man of Many Talents'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZh5WRZN1cI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ij8tM1vfSFM/s72-c/DSC01680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-7281539348640028580</id><published>2009-02-14T12:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:21:46.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday the 14th</title><content type='html'>Yes...Valentine's Day. Yet another hokey holiday like Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;I may offend some of you...if so...I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;And...let me preface this by saying I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; jaded.&lt;br /&gt;I just think Valentine's Day is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to get flowers from someone because they feel they &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to get me flowers?&lt;br /&gt;Why not send me flowers some random day...just because?&lt;br /&gt;And...why do I want to get flowers at the office when another 100 women in the office are going to receive flowers? Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; makes me feel special.&lt;br /&gt; I guess I don't mind Valentine's Day if you do something because you want to. But don't do it cuz you feel you have to. This is what my friend Steff does. She does this 'thing' because she enjoys every minute of it. She loves VD...but she is the sweetest, most thoughtful thing around and it makes me smile to think of her on VD. Steff...I hope you have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;Now I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; like the random hokey things like buying a heart shaped sugar cookie at the work cafeteria and having them personalize it. Why? Cuz I felt I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to? Nope. I did it cuz I wanted. Then I got even hokier (is that a word) and brought home a heart shaped pizza and (not so hokey) blackberry beer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZcUsBSnulI/AAAAAAAAAsU/oOom262icWs/s1600-h/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302729832745384530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZcUsBSnulI/AAAAAAAAAsU/oOom262icWs/s400/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we watched Friday the 13th last night. It has been years and years since I last saw this movie. We laughed and poked fun of it. I could hardly remember any of the movie. And REALLY didn't remember the ending. I totally screamed and jumped out of my seat. Then we laughed...it was a fun hokey night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I bought a new pair of running shoes. They are pink this go round too-which makes me happy. What better than receiving pink Nimbus on Valentine's Day?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There has been no running this past week and I'll be lucky if I get any in this week the way my heels are feeling. We'll see. I'm planning on getting on the bike but right now the dog is &lt;em&gt;demanding&lt;/em&gt; she be taken for a walk. So off we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May you receive all the jujubes and candy canes your heart desires. LOL!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-7281539348640028580?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/7281539348640028580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-14th.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7281539348640028580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/7281539348640028580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-14th.html' title='Saturday the 14th'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUWipT-4KL8/SZcUsBSnulI/AAAAAAAAAsU/oOom262icWs/s72-c/DSC01678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-2090407576784627842</id><published>2009-02-13T09:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:19:41.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>I love hokey holidays like Friday the 13th. They are silly and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone enjoys the day and the weekend. Maybe tonight Doug and I can sit down to watch Friday the 13th. I can act frightened and he can pull me near and cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then maybe tomorrow, watch Saturday the 14th. Has anyone seen that? It's a spoof on Friday the 13th. It's really bad...but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those racing this weekend. Have a great time and enjoy yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-2090407576784627842?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/2090407576784627842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2090407576784627842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/2090407576784627842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438511945982990787.post-3606200763081215194</id><published>2009-02-12T10:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:00:51.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Renew</title><content type='html'>And it starts with getting a new 'do' tonight. It always helps to get beautified.&lt;br /&gt;Actually...it started last night when I finally felt a sense of calm. I took time to gaze at the beautiful moon and it brought this sense of calm over me. Weird...I know, to some of you. But I can't deny it. And I think that's what kicked me in the pants to say settle down...relax, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to Spring Clean. And I'm not just speaking of the closets. I'm talking about a lot of things in my life right now that seem to not have a place or are very chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;Time to pull back...assess...get rid of the crap that's not needed...arrange...and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Time to throw out what doesn't matter and start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;focusing&lt;/span&gt; on things that do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438511945982990787-3606200763081215194?l=runningkag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/feeds/3606200763081215194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-renew.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3606200763081215194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438511945982990787/posts/default/3606200763081215194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningkag.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-renew.html' title='Time to Renew'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13860359512505828586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzrTELyrnS8/Txwu6Q3gDFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XoxVDmWWn9w/s220/DSC03513.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
