tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58991070624041816282024-03-05T03:33:50.717-08:00Momma Running AmokLife tends to throw things at you that are simply out of your control...I am simply trying to make sense of it all while being a wife, raising 2 boys and trying to tame my inner athleteHeather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-60724881307449012022011-02-08T13:28:00.000-08:002011-02-08T13:28:41.928-08:00track workout or bust, a little gardening & a preschool prodigy <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Today's workout: 4 miles on the gym treadmill 36:32 (9:08) followed by a quick 15 minutes on the precor (I couldn't stay away from it!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Tonight I am gearing up for my 1st<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> track workout</span></b>. Our local running store that provides free support for Saturday morning long runs (4 water/Gatorade stations) also provides a free Tuesday evening track workout year round at a local high school. So many of you have told me to begin some speed work, so I thought this would be ideal. My only other experience with track workouts were in San Francisco when I was training for wildflower 1/2 Ironman....I loved the experience and I am very excited to find some speed in my legs and meet some new running peeps. I will let you know how it goes...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Yesterday I had a parent teacher conference for my 4 year old. And what do you know, he can cut a straight line with scissors so he is being moved into the gifted program. I am totally kidding. I actually think that whole things is quite ludicrous with regards to preschools, prekindergarten and kindergarten these days. What a child learned as a 5 or 6 year old a few years ago in Kindergarten they are now expected to know as a 4 year old in preschool. All in all he did quite well. From being at the park for hours on end everyday his motor skills are quite good...he scales the fence instead of simply walking through the gate....BUT the teacher pointed out that he would not and could not identify numbers. I had to laugh because he definitely can and when we got home from school he informed me that he just wasn't in the mood to show "Ms. Sue" that day in school. Thata BOY!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">And the garden. I have been pleasantly surprised how well it is doing after I nearly killed it back in the beginning of December.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFGvWaLk8q_gzlXT5S_1R8_hGu6hU3YWWR0mZxL6VYrJT9ocOxBl1rCfOQ1J9qyggTtnK8HvLAV4Bv2DBIcgOQmBaGkyMUDz5zF1EpSKlhsyG1XaUB7Huqlo7TQ4yGYrzlBhk_DMS1ZN8/s1600/DSC00648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFGvWaLk8q_gzlXT5S_1R8_hGu6hU3YWWR0mZxL6VYrJT9ocOxBl1rCfOQ1J9qyggTtnK8HvLAV4Bv2DBIcgOQmBaGkyMUDz5zF1EpSKlhsyG1XaUB7Huqlo7TQ4yGYrzlBhk_DMS1ZN8/s320/DSC00648.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsp95zng5np76qUz7ipaRaGtt_I8dZOD88XGtxMHzNTSVlFZ7xKEHV-zphi33d4GYwqAzXFhToJnQ6P2pxMrtBUqD00FfqxE5qMYp-OarXLp1ZXjLS939w5sSYU0kgwmrVPWTH8mfJUhM/s1600/DSC00647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsp95zng5np76qUz7ipaRaGtt_I8dZOD88XGtxMHzNTSVlFZ7xKEHV-zphi33d4GYwqAzXFhToJnQ6P2pxMrtBUqD00FfqxE5qMYp-OarXLp1ZXjLS939w5sSYU0kgwmrVPWTH8mfJUhM/s320/DSC00647.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">What's left of the cauliflower...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6i8g4ZlkUgtdVPXk69tk__CHWp8wD_hVWbeCcfP_NldNvi39baC1xoLz9doNKZBtc2nNMxMDSiphueUTKkbfCjeJC4dGyhClNQWjLzaG2q-LBYRFBjhZlMcgywrsRjBqBFsVYb0sfB2c/s1600/DSC00641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6i8g4ZlkUgtdVPXk69tk__CHWp8wD_hVWbeCcfP_NldNvi39baC1xoLz9doNKZBtc2nNMxMDSiphueUTKkbfCjeJC4dGyhClNQWjLzaG2q-LBYRFBjhZlMcgywrsRjBqBFsVYb0sfB2c/s320/DSC00641.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">My cauliflower plants got ripped up yesterday as all 6 heads grew and unlike broccoli they don't generate any shoots for "baby" cauliflowers. Also, I love seeing new things that I did not know would happen or exist when it comes to the garden...did you know that left to grow a cauliflower would end up like this? growing green sprouts...turning purple? Luckily Oz trimmed my 3 remaining heads up for some soup</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">Did you know that broccoli turns into this? I feel like I must have grown up in a cave or something because I had no idea that if a head of broccoli was left to sit and grow and grow all of the "green" that we eat that is the head becomes amazing yellow flowers. I ought to cut them, but they have brought so many bees to the garden and so I keep cutting the smaller broccolini from the base to eat and have left these flowers alone. Pretty cool!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">The eggplant that once looked like it was in the final stages of life is sporting about 15 or so flowers = 15 or so yummy eggplant!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpiwHWWdidk01dWFO3C_4PEXM-S5J8PlolpOer6lF6ACAmp37wuNhhtZX5DPhWkbD8n_u7MkchYEUrGidfnwsmn0ZbI_byufDOenjX-xCnbmx-Gp-26tCCtajTMNPvw8WsQshEz58y2s-l/s1600/DSC00645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpiwHWWdidk01dWFO3C_4PEXM-S5J8PlolpOer6lF6ACAmp37wuNhhtZX5DPhWkbD8n_u7MkchYEUrGidfnwsmn0ZbI_byufDOenjX-xCnbmx-Gp-26tCCtajTMNPvw8WsQshEz58y2s-l/s320/DSC00645.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">The onions (all the long stalk looking things) are getting big. I have no idea how to tell if there is an actual onion under there though...I may have to have a peak soon!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIP90ltgUYUr1ctG8_fQ6AzNNGJ6IbJn0v5Fokd-ItPrYmjwaTFg_O3m2cjqxm_y6JPjTtO1eREz2CfHa4ejbwbbO5kyjBC-lrnuaF2jlXNjgZr2cwnqvCLaS0OtGfnGSZBrfsR1szyPW/s1600/DSC00649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIP90ltgUYUr1ctG8_fQ6AzNNGJ6IbJn0v5Fokd-ItPrYmjwaTFg_O3m2cjqxm_y6JPjTtO1eREz2CfHa4ejbwbbO5kyjBC-lrnuaF2jlXNjgZr2cwnqvCLaS0OtGfnGSZBrfsR1szyPW/s320/DSC00649.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">How's your day? Whatcha running today?</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Do you have a garden?</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Have you taken part in a group track workout? thoughts?</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>A wonderful bloggy "friend" and someone who I consider a running mentor could use some prayers for her family...</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://runningsane.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-take-your-prayers.html">Jen- Running Sane</a></b></div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-86078807262582816642011-02-07T10:20:00.000-08:002011-02-07T10:20:39.383-08:00Monday morning rambles...a GYM StoryI have begun 2 other posts and am not feeling the flow today. SO many little things that I will just have bloggy ADD and go for it, sharing whatever spews out.<br />
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Friday at the gym (my 1st day back since the race) I set myself on my recumbent bike, opened up my Catching Fire book (have you begun the Hunger Games trilogy yet??? what are you waiting for...go grab the 1st book!! NOW!) and began a nice, leisurely spin on the bike when I overheard a conversation between the receptionist and gym member. The member was making sure her auto pay for unlimited classes would stop b/c the "other" gym has free classes. I was confused and wanted to know more....I swear I am not an eavesdropper!<br />
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So, after my time reading..I mean exercising on the bike I walked over to the receptionist and began to pick her brain. I asked stupid questions about the different classes and then asked for a new class schedule...with that she looked at me and told me that the gym was closing the next day. Um say what? My gym that I have paid for my membership in full is closing? She informed me that the place went bankrupt and so on Saturday..as in 2 days ago, as in the day after this inquiry my gym would not be there to help tame my exercise addiction. LUCKILY there was another gym in town that would "have" us. <br />
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SO, me being me got home and called this other gym. I explained who I was and said I was just curious about the stipulations and such and the lady from the new gym was SHOCKED I knew about the closure. She began asking me 20 questions about how I knew, who else knew and other bizzar-o stuff. I am not sure if it was just me, but in my opinion the fact that nobody had the nerve to tell anyone yet about this gym closing was a bit off. Needless to say she said I was welcome to begin using this other gym and so that was that.<br />
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Fast forward to today and my 1st trip to said gym. I love it, I feel at home. I am happy as a clam. Wanna know why? because they have Precors...you heard it right, my favoritest elliptical EVER. My past gym had Cybex somethin' or other and we never "gelled" like the Precor. I mean Little Miss Precor and I go back..I mean way back to 1997 when we were first introduced. I heart her! I really do. If there was an Olympic sport for the Precor I would WIN! HANDS DOWN. I can stay on that puppy for hours. Time flies...I sweat, I relax...I feel golden! So, my new gym and I are HAPPY! <br />
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Wanna know what else makes me happy about it? They keep it warm in there. Yours truly likes a sweat fest. If I ain't sweeten' I ain't working' hard enough. 20 minutes on Ms. Precor, followed by a quick 20 on a very nice treadmill (much nicer than the scuffed up ones of my old gym) and 20 minutes on my lounger..I mean recumbent bike reading and I was SOAKED. Ring out the shirt soaked! <br />
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In addition I saw many of my peeps there...trainers, fellow gym goers and all. It felt a little like high school....the new kids in a huddle and the old kids just glaring at us....infringing on their territory. All was good though and "TONY" one of the trainers form my old gym even came up to me and said the following..."Don't worry Heather, everything is going to be alright here..." It made me laugh...I mean we are just talking about a gym after all! <br />
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<b>DO you have a favorite gym?? What makes a gym more appealing to you from one to another?</b><br />
my favorite gym ever was the one back in NY where I grew up...the Penfield Raquet and Fitness Club. I LOVED that place. I still say I would move back just for that gym. I felt comfortable there and loved the family feel of it. <br />
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my least favorite was a huge, 2 story LA Fitness in Murrieta CA. This huge boxy thing with big time men all jacked up and lots of grunting....no bueno!<br />
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I was going to share more ramblings, but this is quite enough.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>ONE more thing....my numbers jumped to 23 this weekend and I am so excited to have more followers. It makes me so happy that my nonsense is enjoyed by others....</b></span>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-32986628179479430042011-02-06T03:56:00.000-08:002011-02-06T03:56:13.283-08:00The Good, The Bad and The UGLY- ING Miami Marathon Style!As I shared yesterday, my first Marathon, 1 week ago on my 21st...I mean 31st Birthday went well. I was a bit disappointed, but in the scope of the larger picture I think I did very well for training on my own, missing a lot of the filler runs and fueling properly. BUT there were some Good things, some BAD things and 1 or 2 quite UGLY things that went with this race. (the good outweighs the others by a TONS! )<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><u><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">The Good!</span></span></b></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CoTXndEwsWHeHBZSSGnlOieugULkCpmbggZExwRyQwXNaf-pQKksei0Zw4-6q8VpCgs2TwBiAi8rn4qOXF5JHnHHpMoCPajD7JrwmWohfiNFykIq3Q8YYnqwo2P76LbWudON1HIhmtNt/s1600/DSC00030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CoTXndEwsWHeHBZSSGnlOieugULkCpmbggZExwRyQwXNaf-pQKksei0Zw4-6q8VpCgs2TwBiAi8rn4qOXF5JHnHHpMoCPajD7JrwmWohfiNFykIq3Q8YYnqwo2P76LbWudON1HIhmtNt/s200/DSC00030.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>-<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"> My husband and I had our first night away with no kids in 1,493 days...yeah that's right just over 4 years...since our 4 year old was born. AND it was quite possibly the most relaxing night. I mean we were in bed at 8pm and up at 3:15am...slept in separate full sized beds and were not woken up once by a child. (it was the most un-romantic night EVER! )</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijg5MlDbfKaoi4v17C-E6JUvANbDb7ooahs6KHlk_8AOVwC12qphJwCb4lFctZ7anSsIphelr5iO0JFp472tukgvn59SGV5lAAgZ-4II0O7rfkqiOK-ZSn2S9FrmWACbXRt4gP9MQTMKVt/s1600/images-13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijg5MlDbfKaoi4v17C-E6JUvANbDb7ooahs6KHlk_8AOVwC12qphJwCb4lFctZ7anSsIphelr5iO0JFp472tukgvn59SGV5lAAgZ-4II0O7rfkqiOK-ZSn2S9FrmWACbXRt4gP9MQTMKVt/s200/images-13.jpeg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOmoVF8u2gkRqGCH5Pm5QwEvVRq3jt4uvmbZTNOTJq-HhxFd0gPfKPIp9j-Ic8EzqHyHZb0hYnRPpio0UtucRCZJyAQPOhSOLe6O_qLcDqu1LvBHKq03cV5-s7c6McQlcA7VXunFNUE8k/s1600/images-12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOmoVF8u2gkRqGCH5Pm5QwEvVRq3jt4uvmbZTNOTJq-HhxFd0gPfKPIp9j-Ic8EzqHyHZb0hYnRPpio0UtucRCZJyAQPOhSOLe6O_qLcDqu1LvBHKq03cV5-s7c6McQlcA7VXunFNUE8k/s200/images-12.jpeg" width="200" /></a>- We arrived on Friday night and our hotel was right on the water, directly behind Versace's house...great location. We did a quick jog Saturday to get used to Miami weather and loosen up right on the beach.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">-For the first time in a very long time I felt NO post run injury pain....which meant NO post run ice. It was really the first time in months I did not ice my knees, feet, Achilles or anything. Great feeling (even though my body was full of post race aches and soreness)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">-Whatever I did Friday and Saturday worked because following 3 port-o-potty stops between 5am and 6:15am I did not stop once during the race to visit a port-o-jon! I didn't eat crazy, but just pretty normal. The best thing ever was the Starbucks VIA I got to make a quick cup of coffee in my hotel room (no coffee makers!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">-It was a great experience running a race on my Birthday. I wish I had put something like "BD Girl" or something on my bib instead of "Heather." It would have been great to be wished Happy Birthday by 1000's of people.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">- I got to spend a fun filled 48 hours with friends and my husband...it was great to get away knowing that my mom had the boys. The girls and I stayed in bed Saturday morning until 11am watching E! and then just relaxed the rest of the day until the husbands arrived. We ate great food and had great conversation.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">- I ran a marathon in 4:20 which was a sub 10 minute pace. I know I am capable of so much more and I will find ways to drop that time considerably!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijEzvFg2tpuHM_J5jp3d-P2Jhli0QPWl78NsGZuuuBHozwd4RMSxpxFzXG_TdYdUretUWULjUBvbRduhBGPahHAHOfvSWVplEk-Y7wYD1QKeI7a8ddnLPjzevIdveLtQecmbdoEbm1vCyL/s1600/Unknown-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijEzvFg2tpuHM_J5jp3d-P2Jhli0QPWl78NsGZuuuBHozwd4RMSxpxFzXG_TdYdUretUWULjUBvbRduhBGPahHAHOfvSWVplEk-Y7wYD1QKeI7a8ddnLPjzevIdveLtQecmbdoEbm1vCyL/s200/Unknown-2.jpeg" width="199" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">-I treated myself to some amazing hot pink Zensah recovery socks Monday morning...granted we will be eating Ramen noodles for weeks because of the price, but my lower legs loved it and I think they are heavenly...and pretty cute too!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">The Bad</span></span></b></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">-Unfortunately the race t shirt was a bit less than stellar. The shirt looks great...navy blue with one of the sleeves striped orange and white, but the cut is NOT for a female. The seams come right across my chest...and the sleeves come down past my elbows...LOVELY!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">- Sunday after the race I felt OK. Monday morning I felt OK. Monday afternoon I hit a wall straight on. My legs killed...I was side shuffling around my house. I also felt nauseous due because I was dehydrated. I don't think I drank nearly enough fluids after the race...and my skin was covered with salt when I finished.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">-I am a light sleeper and the first night I shared a room with my 2 friends...needless to say they snored and I ended up sleeping in the bathtub. It was a little small, but nice a quiet!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Yes our hotel was in a fabulous location, but it seemed more like the hostel I stayed in while backpacking through Ireland. The rooms looked like "sheek" dorms and there were people coming and going all night long. It was a loud couple of nights...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;">The Ugly</span></u></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Ahhhh my toe. I never felt any pain when I was running, but when I got back to the hotel I noticed blood all over the top of my sneaker. When I removed my shoe my sock was completely red and under the sock my foot was all bloody. (I did take a picture but I will spare you from that visual...)<br />
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Hope your weekend is going great.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-65150555332465625662011-02-05T12:51:00.000-08:002011-02-05T12:51:09.960-08:00Post Marathon Funk?I cannot believe that my race was almost 1 week ago and I am just now sharing my experience. This past week has been a little odd...I am experiencing some serious Post Marathon Funk. I can only compare the feeling to that of taking down the Christmas decorations or something along those lines. I think I am just in that period of limbo...asking myself "What Now?"<br />
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But I need to move forward, begin training and find a way to make these feelings go far far away...I have way to much to focus on to muster these bizarre feelings. So moving forward.<br />
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I will probably take a few posts sharing my experience of January 30th...But to start off I will share that I did finish the marathon in 4:20:21. With that said I am very happy I finished but in the same breath I put a ton of pressure on myself and so I was really hoping to finish in a time right around 4 hours. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7_TCaL7V3lTzShK1PijZ-uYSh8eCE7dB01JjSFOyMvvh86bMg7-LEbyCwOpE7aMLWlhPE12DQ4T1VE-XWhJp2XRzrhYYQgjpdfAwQdbY3avBFDd7Xkqus6mxGdGg1ExyXmBo2-fiy69J/s1600/DSC00615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7_TCaL7V3lTzShK1PijZ-uYSh8eCE7dB01JjSFOyMvvh86bMg7-LEbyCwOpE7aMLWlhPE12DQ4T1VE-XWhJp2XRzrhYYQgjpdfAwQdbY3avBFDd7Xkqus6mxGdGg1ExyXmBo2-fiy69J/s200/DSC00615.JPG" width="200" /></a>I did go out rather fast for myself and felt very very good. I ran the first 13.1 in 2:02. I would never have gone out that fast if I knew that at about mile 16 my legs were going to completely fail me. BUT during those frost 14 miles or so I really felt strong and not at all like I was pushing too hard. The 1/2 marathon was BEAUTIFUL and I would suggest that everyone run it is you have the opportunity. It is very flat aside from a bridge right at the get go...but besides that it is a very fun, entertaining and friendly course. Lots of music, people and fun things to look at...along with just the right amount of runners 19,000 I think. There were also 22 aid stations all with water and Gatorade...many with Gu's, bananas, and pretzels. So, like I said the 1/2 was awesome and I would do it again in a heartbeat....definitely a race for a PR!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxVUzG0nHbyhhFsdrt3KZsalC1dT_x16yJcri7redv0UdxLm3zMJGzyGCc5uMIStnPPVipdq7-HiIvvOGBjr92wCY82XBfwkkH_GWCFl7UQLrca6W0LZix_Kn1vpK45jst0KA8cJQTZ8x/s1600/DSC00617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxVUzG0nHbyhhFsdrt3KZsalC1dT_x16yJcri7redv0UdxLm3zMJGzyGCc5uMIStnPPVipdq7-HiIvvOGBjr92wCY82XBfwkkH_GWCFl7UQLrca6W0LZix_Kn1vpK45jst0KA8cJQTZ8x/s200/DSC00617.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0GyR_t6O2YIyBzswJbYLFHHLCmrJNWOBUL3SOsJ3EJfDTn1bjEd6-L-UgdR7-N7Gl1yffC_DVCmnwlyk6agjywssoINEnLqcy5xmfUbAAmfobq6Oz6gMhW4tynC2TjxEhXVjc1VB7LS2/s1600/DSC00616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0GyR_t6O2YIyBzswJbYLFHHLCmrJNWOBUL3SOsJ3EJfDTn1bjEd6-L-UgdR7-N7Gl1yffC_DVCmnwlyk6agjywssoINEnLqcy5xmfUbAAmfobq6Oz6gMhW4tynC2TjxEhXVjc1VB7LS2/s200/DSC00616.JPG" width="200" /></a>The 2nd half of the race was H-A-R-D. (in addition to frustrating!) I kept asking myself "what the Heck is going on? You have run 21 miles and didn't feel this bad!" My legs literally killed. My quads felt like they were ripping off my body. Each step I took, my legs felt tighter and tighter and nothing was helping. I did stop a few times beginning at mile 21ish and would stretch, but in my mind I was not sure if the stopping was actually making me more sore from my body stiffening up. Luckily the 2nd half of the race was pretty much all shaded. The temperatures quickly jumped from a dark start at 6:40am of 60 degrees to about 80 with sun and no wind at about 10am. It was a beautiful 2nd half run, winding through the BEAUTIFUL neighborhoods of Coconut Grove and finishing up with a loop close to University of Miami and then the water way out to Key Biscayne. Right past mile 23.5 I was passed by the 4:15 pacer and I tried so hard to stay with her, but I did not have it in me. (I did stick with the 4 hour pacer when she passed me from mile 7 until about 13.5 when my legs started to bother me.)<br />
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So, the finish was amazing. Tons of people and somehow I managed to get that last burst of energy for the last .5 or so. I was even stopped by the lady I had been playing leap frog with the whole time and was told how great I finished. <br />
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So, that is the race....a very very outlined version. I want to write more and I will probably go back all week and share more and fill in some gaps but with that said I am ready to move forward. I have a goal for San Diego of a 4 hour marathon and I believe I can do it. I have A LOT to work on and A LOT to learn before then...but I do have exactly 17 weeks from tomorrow until race day. <br />
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In the meantime I am going to<br />
--work on building my base<br />
--try and incorporate speed work (there is a free track workout every Tuesday night right down the road)<br />
--TRY TRY TRY to watch what I eat and hopefully loose 15-20lbs...it will be hard<br />
--drop my 5k time to the 21's and my 10k time to sub 50min.<br />
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So, that is it. I have been reading others blogs and I am finally after writing this feeling better and ready to move forward with a positive attitude about the experience and continue to learn from all the wonderful blogs I read.Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-56115711476357944432011-01-28T09:56:00.000-08:002011-01-28T09:56:48.735-08:00Off & Running<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">First and foremost...I am completely humbled by the fact that 18 people are following my blog. I believe the number jumped up yesterday and I am shocked each and every time I check my blog and see new followers and comments from new bloggy friends. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">A HUGE THANK YOU!</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moving along....the car is packed and I am ready to go. Driving to Miami today with my friend Jenn and picking up Randi (<a href="http://ironstrand.blogspot.com/2011/01/miami-here-i-come.html">Iron Strand 2010</a>) from the Miami Airport. Our 4 other friends will arrive over the next 24 hours. I am excited to say that my husband who tends to be a work-a-holic somehow got the weekend off so he will be arriving tomorrow and be there to watch me on Sunday, race day and my Birthday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everything happens for a reason and today I am feeling great. Ready to run, ready to take that next step as a runner. My body feels great, my mind feels great and whatever happens on Sunday I will be proud that I trained for months to do something many people would not even attempt.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While packing up my car I looked up and saw the simply most amazing cloud striations in the sky. Both my mom and I grabbed our cameras since neither of us have ever scene anything like it before.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljrba1TWDE4cYDSsyyK6iws6FHzb9clOIlxnx1yrxXuCeDzl9cwcuH3Um11K9LsQ4XsB1WTt_npfBb94Pa6iRujKSHSEJkZuDMwCSbldhHprLjlwwFpxu5dfBDTEaoncIbacUYOuRBFqA/s1600/DSC00611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljrba1TWDE4cYDSsyyK6iws6FHzb9clOIlxnx1yrxXuCeDzl9cwcuH3Um11K9LsQ4XsB1WTt_npfBb94Pa6iRujKSHSEJkZuDMwCSbldhHprLjlwwFpxu5dfBDTEaoncIbacUYOuRBFqA/s320/DSC00611.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXVkLfNyffClOVzhB8fqjGTZQMNGgrfUMUwNnNEj2sWXT4L4LAajmDPb9sLAJTNnOu3-1iQ28bUFVwjw2JkZQ52E7h57LJ-QRkIE0l9rXdRmymoHjPgXZQOqgZ329WqGQN0vmgbGBKIbMm/s1600/DSC00613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXVkLfNyffClOVzhB8fqjGTZQMNGgrfUMUwNnNEj2sWXT4L4LAajmDPb9sLAJTNnOu3-1iQ28bUFVwjw2JkZQ52E7h57LJ-QRkIE0l9rXdRmymoHjPgXZQOqgZ329WqGQN0vmgbGBKIbMm/s320/DSC00613.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Truly amazing if you ask me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So..Off I go to Miami for what is sure to be an amazing weekend with friends. I can't wit to share my experience with everyone when I arrive home. Send good thoughts my way Sunday morning... and I can say with all honesty that the support I have felt and the feedback I have received these past 3 weeks from all of you has re energized me and made this whole experience so much more exciting. I feel like I have a team behind me! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have a wonderful weekend full of running, relaxing and cherishing the time with family and loved ones.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-76681263411497627572011-01-27T10:32:00.000-08:002011-01-27T10:32:38.701-08:00Three Things Thursday<div style="text-align: center;">Everyone else is doing it, so I am jumping on the bandwagon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. This morning I caught a glimpse of the weather forecast for this Sunday and needless to say I am THRILLED!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPb7Dp4ByFtEl7aEf7gGWT8jI_s5339fnGFkrqq0tQ0qx9jUG9tW5sFrz3E5xvnciSS40mnMb8m7241Czcc83OUrvwduDZbr1Snis88C-5YmMJuEG3LtJaS8DCty8bwwapzacJs8SZuwO/s1600/5day_640x480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPb7Dp4ByFtEl7aEf7gGWT8jI_s5339fnGFkrqq0tQ0qx9jUG9tW5sFrz3E5xvnciSS40mnMb8m7241Czcc83OUrvwduDZbr1Snis88C-5YmMJuEG3LtJaS8DCty8bwwapzacJs8SZuwO/s320/5day_640x480.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Seriously could not be any better....and like I tell all of you that live in chilly, snowy areas around the US...come for a visit to Florida~ (even though truth be told I am completely jealous of everyone with snow! I miss the change of the seasons the most. I ran the first 2/3 of my life in a snowy cold climate and before Florida ran in Green Bay, WI for 2 winter!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3. I have been seeing mentions of Green Smoothies and I wanted to chime in. I DO NOT make green smoothies, but I would if I had a Vita Mix or some amazing commercial grade blender. In my opinion the blender makes the shake. Many of my friends drink green smoothies daily and a great friend of mine shared her recipe with me (she uses a Vita Mix)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 Stems Green Kale</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 Cup baby spinach</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 banana (she freeze them)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1/4 Cup frozen mango's</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1/4 Cup frozen strawberries</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1-2 Tablespoons hemp protein</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I kid you not this thing is AMAZING! The texture is really creamy and you taste NO green veggies and I would make them daily IF I had the right tools. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am off for my last run before taking off for Miami. Super Excited. Really Gittery. Ready to GO!!</span></div><br />
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</div></div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-78465176841833015562011-01-26T15:59:00.000-08:002011-01-26T15:59:43.244-08:00Butterflies..I may pee my pants!I have not even broken down to check the weather for this Sunday...does that make me weird? I know as soon as I look it will make all of "this" real. I am nervous...anxious and ready to run...NOW!<br />
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After 4 or so days off due to my body becoming a crumbling mess of Taper "injuries" I headed out yesterday for a run in some very very windy conditions. My logic is always off so I ran out my door as if I was being chased by a mad man. I looked at my watch a few times and say numbers like 7:23, 7:42 & 7:15. Ummmmm just a little fast for this lady. I think it was good though because I could test my knees that were bothering me and see how they would handle some speed. I believe that mile ended up around a 7:45 pace or something. Mile #2 I slowed it down a tad and managed to run that in about 8:07 and then from there I decided to just relax and jog into the wind to finish up. Just a short run....feels weird to only run 3.5 miles after not dipping below 5 for some time. <br />
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Today I stopped into Target and Costco to grab some essentials and the local running store to stock up on my Cliff Shots...love some mocha and espresso running through my veins. Now I just get to wait.<br />
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Tomorrow I will finally decide on what to wear and pack up and Friday I am out the door. <br />
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With all this said I am trying to figure out mile splits and pace times for a 4 hour marathon. I found this, but I was hoping for something that had me starting out slower and finishing up faster....If you have any ideas where i can obtain this knowledge via the Internet let me know.<br />
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<tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Avg Pace</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Mile</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Total Time</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Pace</b></span></center></td></tr>
<tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>09:09.2</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>1</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>09:09</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>0:09:09</b></span></center></td></tr>
<tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Chip Time</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>2</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>09:09</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>0:18:18</b></span></center></td></tr>
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<tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"><b>5</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"><b>09:09</b></span></center></td><td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="bottom"><center><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"><b>0:45:46</b></span></center></td></tr>
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Off to check Miami's forecast for Sunday at 6am!Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-33528276465211339802011-01-25T04:25:00.000-08:002011-01-25T04:25:25.634-08:00Goals...Attainable or unrealistic<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">When I signed up for my first Marathon in October I had these goals of a BQ... NOW I am just praying to Finish! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">I am completely psyching myself out! I am aware of it and trying to figure out just what my game plan for this Sunday is. I know what I am capable of, but in the past, my 1/2's end up with me crashing and burning and the races I excel at are 5ks...only because I can go out like a bat out of hell and know I will be done in a mile or 2 when I feel like dying. 1/2's usually find me going out a bit too fast and then by mile 10 or so I am kicking myself for not being conservative and starting out at an easy pace to be able to pick it up at the end. For the Palm Beach 1/2 in December I started out at an 8:20-8:30 pace and finished up a minute slower.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">My game plan for Miami is not even close to being finalized. I have run all my long runs the way they should be done...start out slow, finish hard, but I am still unsure of my strength at this point. Mr. </span><a href="http://www.mcmillanrunning.com/mcmillanrunningcalculator.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">McMillian</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> has me clocked out at a 4:02 marathon if all goes as planned...my legs feel like they are flying, the wind is always at my back...and my stomach is settled and therefore I get to blow kisses to the port-o-potties as I whizz by.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">I am just beginning to doubt myself and what I am capable of. That 4:02 time has me running a very low 9 min pace. I ran 21miles, 2 weeks ago in 3:25 and it was not a race and I was definitely feeling like crap...awful run. With that said, I believe I could run that last 5 miles at a fairly low 8 min pace if my legs hold up and I feel great. BUT I am a chicken! You heard it from me...I AM A CHICKEN. This marathon is on my mind 24-7 and one second I think that I should just go balls-to-the-wall and shoot for that 9:17 pace and go from there while part of me thinks I should be very conservative and run about a 10 min pace for a while even though I don't ever run a 10 min pace...just so I will feel like doing back flips across the finish line. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">I am torn! I know all will be figured out by 6am Sunday, but until then I am going to be going mad with doubt and excitement and nerves....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">I just don't want to be disappointed and I tend to set very high standards and goals for myself...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">I am debating staying with the 4 min pace group? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Have you ever run with the pace group?</span></div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-46641492707833911352011-01-24T06:16:00.000-08:002011-01-24T06:16:21.212-08:00We've Got CRABS....and some broccoli soup too!We do have crabs and I hope people (my 11 readers) don't think I am a sick-o for my title. (more to come..read on!) I feel like it has been ages since I posted anything and I know this is bound to be a jumbled mess...<br />
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I am currently in recovery mode from the most amazing 2 1/2 childless days in over a year. AHHHHHHHHHH! I could say it over and over again. I am trying to adjust back into my mommy role and shake off the freedom I felt for about 55 hours. I am a firm believe that moms need their time and it makes us much much better at what we do when we get some time to our self. (hence we all run!)<br />
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I unfortunately I took virtually no pictures as I forgot my camera but the memories are quite vivid. I saw some friends that I have not seen in ages, but have known since I was very young. It is great when you see those people that no matter how long it has been since you saw them, it seems like it was just yesterday. <br />
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We had some very large rains last week so my garden is a bit of a rain forest right now. I came home to so much broccoli, the picture below does not even due it any justice. All the broccoli was flowering so I decided to whip up about 2 gallons of broccoli soup with cabbage and carrots....can you say colon cleanse? I will probably be eating this soup around the clock until Wednesday....as I ought not be eating it too close to Marathon Weekend! Can you imagine the port-o-potty stoppage that would occur? I am a firm believer that your time should stop when you cross the threshold of the pot-o-john...It's only fair right?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, now it is Monday and Marathon numero- uno is less than 1 week away. I have not run in a few days due to the weekend with friends and also because I became a bit nervous about my left knee. My knee just feels off...almost like I hyper extended it maybe? I don't think it is anything major, but since I did 12 last Monday and a few short runs I decided to skip this past weekends 8 miler. I am getting really excited, really nervous and really ready for this weekend of fun! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-38472194700538876982011-01-20T06:08:00.000-08:002011-01-20T06:08:00.369-08:00My roommates for race weekend... Just your Run of the Mill UltramarathonersToday is a BIG day....My mom arrives back into town. She only left 2 weeks ago be she is arriving in tonight. I love when my family is around, or when anyone visits....YOU want to come to Florida? We have a room waiting with your name on it! I have fun with my mom and love to have her around. She is always up for anything and there is no "entertaining" her as she will go with the flow. We took this picture last Spring at Costco....my mom drove this exact car years ago so she did a pose with it. We must have looked nuts to everyone in the crowded parking lot.<br />
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</tbody></table>I have some friends from NY coming to visit for the weekend, so mom is going to help out with the kiddies so I can get away without having to pay a babysitter since Oz will be working. I am excited for a girls weekend!<br />
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I cannot believe that 1 week from tomorrow I will be on the road (a short 2 hour drive) to South Beach for the weekend. Have I mentioned who I am staying with Friday night? Just your run of the mill Ultra marathoners. My friend Randi who I met while living in Green Bay (she now lives in Denver) and her friend Becki who lives on the West Coast of Florida are running Miami with me in addition to 3 other friends from West Palm Beach. Randi and Becki met last year while running the <a href="http://www.fools50.com/">Crooms Run</a>, a 50 mile trail run in Central Florida. They met during the race and became instant friends and a support system for one another. <br />
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I met Randi via the Internet about 3 years ago while her and her husband were training for the Madrid, Spain Marathon. Randi has run tons of Marathons and competed in her first full Ironman this fall with her husband, taking on Ironman Wisconsin. Our first meeting came on a cold, dark January morning in Green Bay when I met her for a quick run (ended up being over 9 miles which was a LOT for me) on the icy/snowy streets. We became instant friends and even though we have both left Wisconsin our friendship has stayed strong. <br />
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Have you ever had a friend like that? It is so easy to stay in touch these days with the Internet and all..but with every one's crazy lives in the mix it is just as easy to lose touch with people as weeks and months fly by at a record pace.<br />
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So, I am so excited to pick these girls brains over the weekend. They are both using Miami ING as a "warm-up" for the real race both are training for.....They are traveling to South Africa to run <a href="http://www.comrades.com/">Commrades</a>, a 56 mile ultra marathon and one of the most well known International races on Earth. HARDCORE! <br />
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Did I mention I tried so hard to run a 7 +min mile pace yesterday...I had a short 3 miler and thought that after seeing so many 7min paces on every ones blogs I would go for it...SO close. Finished the 3 miles at 24:12. (8:04) ahhhhhhh. I started out a little too ambitious and so after 1 mile I had to drop back a bit. Going to try again today with a 4 miler. <br />
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What are you running today?<br />
Any desire to run an Ultra????Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-73698032337264195242011-01-19T11:47:00.000-08:002011-01-19T11:47:32.425-08:00My running lifeMy original idea for today's post got scrapper after reading <a href="http://www.hungryrunnergirl.com/">The Hungry Runner Girl</a> today, I too will share when I caught the running Bug.<br />
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</tbody></table>Growing up I was always very involved in sports. My father was a high school and college basketball coach and my mother played tennis, so I was involved in everything from softball to soccer to basketball and horseback riding. Around middle school all other sports began to fade and I think that was when I became a "soccer player." My life was completely consumed in all things soccer. I played club/travel soccer, indoor soccer, high school soccer and was part of the NY West ODP Team (Olympic development program). My days were filled being shuffled from one practice to another, one soccer camp to another. My weekends were rarely spent in NY during my high school years and I went to my senior prom with a locked brace under my dress from having ACL reconstructive surgery. I LOVED SOCCER, and I was lucky enough to play with amazing players in an amazing area of the country for the sport. (in fact my ODP roommate, club soccer teammate and high school opponent is the leading lady of the National Team these days!)<br />
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When college came around I had to red shirt my freshman yeah due to the ACL injury, so I decided to pack up my stuff and move to Florida for college. (coming from snow ridden upstate NY, Florida sounded pretty dreamy!) My college years were spent playing soccer down in Florida through the school year and then when I would travel back home for the summer I would play in the W-League (a semi pro soccer league for women.)<br />
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The summer before my 5th and final season down in Florida, I was CUT, you heard it CUT from the Rochester Ravens, the W-League team in Rochester. I recall at the time not really being fazed by it. I was beginning to get burnt out and wanted to enjoy my last summer of freedom before graduating after that fall soccer season. I knew I had to do something with myself other than lifeguard at the Country Club pool, so I just started running....think Forest Gump! Laced up my sneakers and never looked back. Many days I would run twice. I began signing up for every 5k, 10k and 15k I could find. One week running 3 5ks in one week. (Rochester has many many races during the summer...night races, afternoon races, you name a day and I could probably find you a race.) That same summer I also jumped into the the triathlon gig, joining the local RATS group (Rochester Area Triathletes...sweet name huh?) (we are talking summer of 2003 here...just for some frame of reference.)<br />
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That summer of 2003 I just went for it. My mind completely became that of a individual sport athlete after being on a team for so long, relying on others in addition to yourself. I knew I could push myself and the times on the clocks at races began to drop. I loved to run and I LOVED to run a 5k. The adrenaline I got from literally sprinting for 3.1 miles was intoxicating. My best time being a 22:06...I actually vividly remember many of the 5ks. I ALWAYS wanted to get into the 21's and came so close.<br />
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So now, lets fast forward to today. 8 years later, culinary school done, husband met and married, 2 kids that are no longer "babies" (even though you and I both know our kids will ALWAYS be our babies) and feeling"settled" for the first time in who knows how long. If you were to ask me last year if I wanted to run a marathon I would have laughed in your face, it was just something I have never had any desire to do. 5ks YES, 10ks YES, even a 1/2 marathon would not have been too bad, but something this summer changed. I think it is just my inner athlete trying to get back out. I tend to struggle with the idea of simply being defined as a "mother" and "wife." I know that may sound terribly selfish, but I need more. If I was working in the "real world" I think I would be fine to run here and there, hit up the gym and go about my days, knowing I was a "Chef." But I want more. I want to be defined by something else and I think it may just be that I am a "RUNNER!" I hope in the near future to once again also be able to define myself as a "TRIATHLETE."<br />
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SO there you have it. I need more! I push myself a ton and want so much out of myself. I have not even run my 1st Marathon yet, but in 12 days I will have. My time will probably NOT qualify me for Boston (If it does you will probably hear a very large scream around 10am East coast time on the 30th) but I will run Boston...2012? 2013? Who Know? Someday I will also hear over a loudspeaker "Heather Cruz YOU are an Ironman!" when I cross the finish line in Kona!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(sorry for the lack of pictures....we all like pictures, but I don't have any scanned from my early life. I will jump on that task soon!)</span>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-10831267889431096492011-01-18T04:10:00.000-08:002011-01-18T04:10:25.650-08:00Stylin' and Profilin'Note...for some reason my posts are getting all messed up and things are being left out and I am losing my patience...hoping it works this time!<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">To my shock, amazement, and some "jazz hands," I accept The Stylish Blogger Award from <a href="http://runningsane.blogspot.com/">Jenn @ Running Sane</a>. (If only you could see me in my too-large pj pants, long sleeved bright green turkey trot t-shirt and barefoot...and it's 4:22 in the afternoon!)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">From reading many Stylish Blogger Awards the past few weeks I believe I must now share 7 things about myself and then tag someone else to do the same....( I think that rules have become a bit more lax as it is going to take a little searching to find someone who has not received this most prestigious award...)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(a little fyi, these may be a bit random as I did 31 things about me the other week and that was tough for me and I am hoping not to repeat...)</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">1. <b>Milk</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I am a freak of nature. I drink a gallon of SKIM milk every 2 days...that's about 4 gallons a week. I LOVE MILK. Nobody else in my family drinks "cow" milk, so I am not going to lie, I drink it straight out of the gallon. Just me and my gallon of milk. It quenches my thirst, goes great with everything I eat and puts a smile on my face. If I forget to lug my gallon over to the couch (my husband and I tend to eat dinners late when he gets home from his Chef duties), all I have to do is say "Oz" and he automatically jumps up and retrieves my gallon for me. My "relationship" with skim milk goes back many many years, to my earliest memory of childhood when our fridge would be packed with those cardboard 1/2 gallons of milk...my mom even had a Tupperware milk holder that held the 1/2 gallon. To this day if you were to ask any of my Rochester, NY amigos from childhood they would definitely be able to tell you I was just as obsessed with it back then....(don't judge me by my milk consumption)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">2. <b>Summer Camp</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When I think back to my childhood I think some of my fondest memories are of the 2 weeks I spent every summer for about 8 years at <a href="http://www.campstellamaris.org/">Camp Stella Maris</a> on Conesus Lake in Upstate New York. I went the same weeks every year (weeks C & D), the last 2 weeks of July. From this camp I gained a love for musical artists that most kids my age would NOT have been into as I was elementary age when I started going to this camp, maybe 7 or 8 years old. Some of my favorites were and still are Sting, James Taylor, Indigo Girls, and They Might Be Giants. I often wish that there was summer camp for adults as I could use a break from my life occasionally and wouldn't mind doing some arts and crafts, playing tether ball and swimming endlessly in a lake with friends.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">3. <b>Coffee</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I have a very odd relationship with coffee. I am by NO means a coffee snob, but very particular. Our coffee at home is Whole Foods Italian roast that I grind every morning. To that I I add a rather large pour of Coffee Mate Vanilla Creamer. (not sugar or fat free) BUT that is where I become a little "odd." I don't like to drink coffee with food and I don't gulp it down fast, so many mornings I make this nice tasty beverage to take a few sips and am done, leaving a 1/2 full cup of coffee on the counter. (If we go out to breakfast I get unsweetened iced tea) My mom told my friends that I "like the IDEA if coffee." I don't believe that...life is always chaotic around here and so it is not like I get to sit down with my coffee, watching the morning news and relax. I do have some favorite coffee places and I will share my favorites...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf</b>- those of you living no the west coast are some lucky duckers! I dream of an Ice Blended Vanilla Extreme DAILY! (no milk, all coffee extract)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Whole Food</b>s- Since we have no Coffee Beans here in Florida, Whole foods makes a mean non-fat blended espresso, hold the whip cream</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">& Finally <b>Starbucks- </b>I am always happiest when it is Pumpkin Spice latte time (also non fat)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When I get any of these tasty treats I definitely slurp the whole thing up....and I don't get them much so it is a HUGE treat!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">4. <b>My Friends</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 1em; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKM5Ai2jrpReUTlD1zSN-4ytVwyaQEe-xPRxke2T5TaehHeC2_02MkIazerahNi72DXf6cmSrPReI0lsnYBarJaZryVIzmQlsjgu2sjScBSuuxqMgrdRQ1Xcp8TJEPFAhB8m_yyO1HhON/s1600/34089_1450404853212_1025960313_1303189_3010108_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKM5Ai2jrpReUTlD1zSN-4ytVwyaQEe-xPRxke2T5TaehHeC2_02MkIazerahNi72DXf6cmSrPReI0lsnYBarJaZryVIzmQlsjgu2sjScBSuuxqMgrdRQ1Xcp8TJEPFAhB8m_yyO1HhON/s200/34089_1450404853212_1025960313_1303189_3010108_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I am lucky enough to have the most amazing friends. Since I have no family living in Florida it is important to have a great support system and for me that is my friends. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">5. <b>Lance Armstrong Quote</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I read Lance Armstrong's 2 books many years ago but one quote still sticks out in my mind daily as I kinda feel the same way...</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #632035;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When asked what pleasure Lance Armstrong gets from biking for so long he responded, "I don't do it for the pleasure. I do it for the pain.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #632035; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">"</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I love to push myself and sweat and be sore and maybe that makes me nuts, but that is just me!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">6. <b>Vacationing</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">ahhhh a girl can dream right?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">7. <b>Restaurant</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It is my dream for my husband and I to own and operate a breakfast/lunch cafe. I love to work alongside him in the kitchen and think it would be the ideal situation for us. Have you seen "It's Complicated" with Meryl Streep and Alec Baldwin? The Bakery/Restaurant Meryl had is exactly what I am hoping for! (maybe a pipe dream?) I want a place that is cozy, comfortable and has an eclectic menu...in addition I want a pastry counter with all sorts of goodies that people can take home with them....</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">So, now I must tag someone else to share 7 interesting things about themselves. I believe <a href="http://nofsahmof3.blogspot.co/">G @ Neurosis of the Stay at Home Marathoner of 3 (Kids)</a> may not have received this prestigious award yet.</div></div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-6945945190127949892011-01-17T11:22:00.000-08:002011-01-17T11:22:45.768-08:00Taper on the Mind (or rather losing my mind)<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">T-Minus 12 days until Miami ING and I may slowly losing it. (this 1st step is me actually admitting it is happening)</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A wonderful blogger, G sent me a link to a very funny letter she received from her coach for me to read during this difficult time (haha). If you would like to check it out here it is...(G I hope you don't mind, but seeing you had already posted it on your blog I thought it would be OK.) <a href="http://nofsahmof3.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-to-support-team.html">nofsahmof3</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Some of my symptoms:</span></u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span></u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">- A</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"> foot problem</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">...came up last week. Don't recall injuring myself but last week found myself on the couch telling my husband that I wasn't going to be able to run. I could not walk or run and then POOOOOF it was gone about 3 days later???</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">-</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> knee pain</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">...possibly tripped over a shoe and twisted my left knee trying to get out the door in the dark on an early morning Starbucks run with the 2 kids in tow. Ran on the leg today and the 1st half was NOT GOOD. AND pain started spreading...ahhhhhhhh</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">- Knee pain became back of </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">leg pain and shin splint pain</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">? OK, now I am just losing it. The pain spread to the back of my leg right where my hamstring meets my calf and then spread to my shins??? (I wish I was kidding here but I am NOT!) Luckily it subsided as I ran, but if really felt like my left leg was a cramped up mess.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">NOTE~ I am definitely thinking all these leg and knee pains are because of the weather. I am NOT a hypochondriac and with all the surgeries I have had on my knees when we have a storm front come through and there is a large pressure change my knees usually feel like crap-o-la. (did you see Florida on the news??? the whole state was red because of the wonderful storms coming through....I heart a good storm!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">- I just had to run my </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">12 mile run</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> that got cut short Saturday. I mean it was my last double digit run of this training cycle and you and I both know if I didn't run it I would just DIE come marathon day (Am I playing head games or what????) even though I ran a 21miler last Saturday. So, into my taper I ran this 12 miler that was supposed to be done Saturday or Sunday because I am looooooosin' in big time!! </span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">- </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">AM I getting sick</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">? Oh Sh*T!!!!! No I can't be getting sick. Is that plem in my throat? (on top of it Oscar, my 4 year old, and middle of the night bed companion (yeah my 4 year old climbs in my bed every night at 2am, but someday he'll stop right? I mean he won't be a 16 year old in my bed...at least I hope not!) Well, any who....he came into my bed hacking up a lung and complaining of a sore throat. Is it mean that I told him to stay waaaaaay over THERE and not to look in my direction? AND when he woke up his nose was a clogged mess and NOW I AM JUST POSITIVE I AM GONNA BE SICK!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">- And finally yesterday I was a sleepy waste of space. I slept in, found myself napping all day....could it be </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">MONO</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">? I mean I haven't kissed anyone besides Oz in what 7 years? (just kidding but I thought I would throw it in there!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Am I losing it? </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"> </span></div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-18232741219446032352011-01-15T15:05:00.000-08:002011-01-15T15:05:57.190-08:00Dear Speed Demons...My Dearest Bloggy Speed Demons,<br />
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Hello there, I hope I am catching you all at a GREAT time because I have a favor to ask you....just a small favor and I hope you can help me. So, here it is...I want to be fast like you. I want to someday get a BQ and hoping for it sooner rather than later. <br />
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All I am asking for is for you to let me into your "circle of trust," and share with me where you get the pill or powder or whatever it is you take because I can't imagine it takes "hard work" or "just comes naturally." I swear I won't tell your secrets and I won't invite anyone else into the "circle."<br />
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So, that is it...all I really want is to be fast like you..A-SAP. Comprendo? Thanks a million. <br />
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P.S. - I know nothing about speed work besides running sprints the length of a soccer fiend or doing suicides on a basketball court....is that bad?Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-12289861992829051972011-01-14T11:10:00.000-08:002011-01-14T11:10:10.269-08:00FaVoRiTe ThInGs FrIdAy!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">1st things list.....somehow, someway my foot is "better?" No really it is, I am sooooooo NOT lying. It does still hurt a bit when I am barefoot or wearing my rainbow sandals, but as long as I wear my running sneakers or any sneaker is seems to be fine. Ran a quick 4 miles on the gym treadmill (8:25 pace) and felt like a million bucks.....</span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<b>Have a great Friday!!</b></div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-10030720185517277712011-01-13T13:04:00.000-08:002011-01-13T13:04:50.536-08:00Lots Happening<div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Lots going on down here in Florida...</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqfMPxvBhULWUsES_E8yzrcI_IkN6oThyo47tmhxfMLBUxLs-ymRWYt3cCFjmjBgQ2EDy9zii3mKPindxfPz8ukXjO5uj1_0IgWoKoixkWR9cz2V2JijF63BbG4q5SUwcGruUdUJEfkwq/s1600/DSC00584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqfMPxvBhULWUsES_E8yzrcI_IkN6oThyo47tmhxfMLBUxLs-ymRWYt3cCFjmjBgQ2EDy9zii3mKPindxfPz8ukXjO5uj1_0IgWoKoixkWR9cz2V2JijF63BbG4q5SUwcGruUdUJEfkwq/s200/DSC00584.JPG" width="150" /></a>1. After my 21 miler on Saturday I found myself taking a few days off. I always set such high aspirations for peaceful runs when my husband is off, (varies from week to week but this week he was off Monday and Tuesday) but for some reason when he actually is off and I have all the time in the world to run, I find myself being a hermit and just wanting to stay home and veg out. I wear running shorts and a sports bra all day long thinking that time will come when I will bolt out the door, but instead I find myself reading on a lounge chair in the backyard or curled up in bed half napping half watching "What Not To Wear." Ugh and then I reflect Wednesday morning when Oz goes to work and kick myself for being so stupid for not running when I had the chance to be outside, kid free, treadmill free and not during the crack of dawn. So, instead of running those days, I built this....and believe me it was much much harder than any run I could have gone on. At one point my husband said "why are you even doing this, it is frustrating you so much." So, I walked away and then 3 minutes later went at it again because I could not be defeated by a marble set-up.</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><br />
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</i></div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-73638152600494320552011-01-10T07:53:00.000-08:002011-01-10T07:53:30.755-08:00It's a jungle around hereI am not a fan of bugs, reptiles or small furry creatures like mice, rats, etc. I am a lunatic when it comes to these things. I would scream if from the rooftops if I could. <br />
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I think it all began in college when I moved to FL and quickly became introduced to the likes of roaches and ants (all types of ants that I had no idea even existed.) We were warned by our soccer coach that running barefoot, even on our beautiful Bermuda grass field should be avoided if we knew what was good for us...not getting bit by red ants that would leave a gross zit like bite on our body. I also recall having the same roach lie on its back outside my freshman year dorm and squirm for a good 2 weeks before finally biting the bullet simply because there was no way I was going to touch it and as long as it stayed in that same spot and I could eye it...that was good enough for me.<br />
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My first apartment in college really drove into me my hatred of bugs. My parents were visiting and my entire closet became infested with sugar ants...gross!!!! I had ants in my clothes and all over everything. Needless to say I am not a fan of ants.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_PMNPAlD7O2VHSwlj7fDNsmOh0oP4UgAufpDPjpMh2Z4ZszzF1iPFHKMJZnlEDNjsOKzS8WSivTBZEWxAdz5XU2uJn3DhFhnRir1Gy_QniteRUSTpdHJ5bzsmKC4CFVB0tfm-RiGzYy3/s1600/DSC00360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_PMNPAlD7O2VHSwlj7fDNsmOh0oP4UgAufpDPjpMh2Z4ZszzF1iPFHKMJZnlEDNjsOKzS8WSivTBZEWxAdz5XU2uJn3DhFhnRir1Gy_QniteRUSTpdHJ5bzsmKC4CFVB0tfm-RiGzYy3/s320/DSC00360.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>A few years later I was living in San Francisco in a "dorm" while in culinary school. Up until this point in my life I had never really been exposed to mice and rats but lucky for me, my building had a serious infestation problem. Ever night I was woken up to the bite bite biting and chewing of mice. One of the first nights in my room I woke up, flicked on the light and no joke, about 6 or so mice scurried across my floor. GROSS GROSS GROSS. ( I was a big fan of peanuts and had a huge Costco bag and they love 'em too!) I became paranoid beyond belief! I put towels on the floor on the inside and outside of my door in the hopes of stopping them from entering. (little did I know that a mouse can get through an opening the size of a dime.) In turn I moved to the top floor of the building somehow reassuring myself that mice wouldn't dare venture up that high...even though we all know that is pretty stupid reasoning.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We also have the same possum that I see do its morning workout of walking down the side of our yard, back by the lake and then many times walk right by our sliding glass door like we are in it's way. (and lucky for me a few months back there were possum babies too! JOY!) So, snakes...check, mice and rats...check, possums...check. What do we have left...of yes the mating iguanas that are shacking up in our tree. Don't get me wrong they are a beautiful shade of lime green, but who wants these things making babies 15 feet from their house? Not me!!! And finally there are the turtles. We had one bury itself 2 feet from our house, lay eggs and then proceed to stand on its hind legs and claw at our gate until Oz threw it into a recycle bin and toss it back to the lake. <br />
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So, here it goes!<br />
We began our run in Juno Beach just past 5:30AM. Temperatures were good, I had eaten the same as I did 2 weeks before on Christmas Eve when I ran the previous 20 miler (a diet of white bagels, I realize not optimum pre long run food). I knew going into the run that my legs were a bit sore due to a very challenging class I had taken Wednesday at the gym. (This class will come back to haunt me from about mile 15 1/2 thru 21!) Not your normal "Step" class, though we do use the steppers (I can't do those jump over, jump back, somersault over the step type of classes...more mind work for me that a real workout as I stand with a confused look on my face for 2/3 of the class). No, this class was the opposite...40 minutes of squats and lunges, toe taps and box jumps off of a 3 tiered stepper. MY KIND OF CLASS!<br />
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Miles 1 thru 10 were pretty harmless. I had Jen (pictured with me above) and Meg my running buddies there and like always we talk and talk and talk some more. We dropped Meg at the parking lot at the 1/2 way point and began out on the 2nd half of our run. My legs were sore and for some reason my Cliff Espresso double shots weren't doing their normal thing for me and my stomach even felt a bit uneasy. <br />
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Miles 10 thru 15 were Ok. I told Jen over and over that "my legs are sore and heavy....LEAVE me if I am slowing you down." Surprisingly, the days pace was actually really good, much faster than the other 20 miler. <br />
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Miles 15 thru 21 were torture, a disaster....At the turn around I sat down to stretch because my legs were beginning to tighten up in a way I have never felt. My calves felt like they have golf ball sized knots in them and essentially my body from the waist down was falling apart. From the waist up I was OK, but when your body takes a huge nose dive, unfortunately it is very very easy for your mind to become best friends with your body and decide that it too is about to lose it. When we began to run that final 5 miles my knees wouldn't bend and my stride was all off, my mind was telling me over and over to just stop. "you are going to hurt yourself!!!!" But I just couldn't stop. I think I stopped to stretch about 5 times which is very unlike me...I like to push through. I couldn't gage if stopping to stretch was even beneficial because when I would stand back up my body would be stiff and I would once again have to try and loosen up when we took off again. This is when my mind LOST IT!<br />
Some quotes from me<br />
" I am stopping at 20 miles because that was all we were supposed to do"<br />
quickly followed by<br />
"I will run the whole 21 miles''<br />
"I am going to slow it down"<br />
quickly followed by my pace speeding up to an 8 min pace.<br />
After one stretching stop I even almost fell due to a mixture of fatigue and dizziness...in addition to miss stepping a few times and almost falling off the sidewalk simply because I felt like my legs were doing what they wanted not necessarily what I wanted them to do.<br />
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3 hours and 23 minutes later we finished all 21 miles and I still can't believe I made it those last 5 miles. I don't think my description does any justice to how I really felt, but believe me when I tell you it was awful. It was a huge shock simply due to the fact that the 20 miler 2 weeks ago was a PIECE OF CAKE. During the run and since the run I have been going over and over in my head what exactly caused it all to go in such a different direction from what I had intended. We did go at a faster pace, but it didn't feel as though we were pushing it. I hydrated properly as well as fueled myself before and during the run. The only thing that I guess did it was that damn class 3 days before. <br />
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So, now looking back at the run 24 hours later...<br />
-I am so proud I did it<br />
-that I actually ran an 8min+ last mile<br />
-that I didn't stop when I said over and over that I had to...and that at mile 20 I would just sit down and be done, not finishing the last mile (NO, I am one of those people who would beat myself up to no end all day and probably make myself throw my boys in the double BOB and complete that final mile.)<br />
<div>-that Jen and I ran 21 miles in 3:23, 2 minutes FASTER and 1 mile FURTHER than our last 20 miler</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Have you ever had one of those demoralizing runs? Hope not, but let it be known if you have I am right there with you. </div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-63486772175109765442011-01-07T12:30:00.000-08:002011-01-07T12:30:14.667-08:00A little fiber anyone?As my run have gotten longer and longer I have been trying to figure out what I ought to be eating to make sure I am not dying on the sidewalk half way through my runs due to lack of energy....while on the flip side making sure I am eating foods that are going to keep me from making visits to every public restroom up and down US1! . My normal fiber rich diet has taken bit of a nosedive as of late. This may sound easy, but as of 2 days ago my little start up garden is pushing out broccoli at record speeds. <br />
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</div><div>So, with that said I would love to find out what you eat the day/night before a long run? Tomorrow's 20 miler is only my 2nd ever as we are gearing up to Marathon #1 on the 30th. Prior to the last 20 miler I literally sustained off of white bagels the day before (the first time I have eaten a white bagel in ages as I would normally gravitate towards wheat.) Let me know as I am always up to trying out what works for others! Happy weekend!</div>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-76317415144262361592011-01-05T15:51:00.000-08:002011-01-05T15:51:22.490-08:00Ummmm, I could use a little help around here!After a glorious 2 1/2 weeks with my parents visiting with us, today was my first day throw back to the wolves alone. Whenever visitors leave my first thoughts are always the same "How the heck am I supposed to do this?" followed closely behind by "I am tired!" Not to say that I don't realistically know how to care for the kiddos and all, but when my folks are around or say my in-laws, I think the days fly by quicker and everyone seems so much more entertained to do nothing at all....as long as we can do nothing together! I love love love having visitors whether it be over night guests or just a friend pop by since Oz (my husband) is usually gone anywhere between 11 and 14 or so hours a day working. My kids tend to drive me bonkers and any break from reality is always appreciated!<br />
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Today started out like any other day...except my 2 year old got up at 5:30AM followed closely behind by Tweedle Dee around 5:45AM. I am lucky enough that my mom, "Nana" seems to think that sleeping more than 4 hours is completely unnecessary, so when the boys have woken at the crack of dawn while she and my dad were here, she promptly swoooooped them into the play room so the hubs and I could get some beauty sleep. Needless to say we had ample time to get Oscar fed and ready for school by the 8:25AM departure time. <br />
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The other HUGE getting used to factor are my runs. Prior to the arrival of the parents my runs were done either in the wee hours of the morning alone, during the day with the glorious B.O.B double jogger packed full of 2 kids, juices, snacks and the occasionally Buzz or Woody OR most recently I gave in and had been doing the treadmill thing at the gym (which I have an hour and fifteen minute maximum use of the daycare.) The hubs works hellish hour with more often than not, no days off so a night run and weekend runs are always tricky as I am having to hunt down Oz and try and pick his brain as to just when he will be in our home long enough for me to squeeze a run in. This weekends 20 miler is still up in the air. Not as easy as the previous one where I just informed my folks that I would be departing the house at 5:15AM and would be home by 9AM. I am seriously not sure just when the 20 miler will work into the picture, but it must as Miami is a mere 25 days away and like always I have high aspirations and tend to bite off waaaaay more than I can chew. <br />
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The one light at the end of the tunnel is that both my boys are always in bed at 6:30PM and so come 6:31PM I have a quiet house and can do as I choose!<br />
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</tbody></table>Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899107062404181628.post-35421597094557335022011-01-04T14:12:00.000-08:002011-01-04T14:12:37.683-08:0031 Tidbits About MeSo, after reading many "Running Mom" blogs over the past years, I thought now being 2011, 26 days before my 1st marathon and also my 31st Birthday would be a great time to dive in. I am not sure at all what I will write about...probably running, my crazy boys, my hectic life and everything in between. So, to begin, here are 31 things about me...<br />
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1. I loooove ice cream. No seriously, you have no idea. Have you tried Ben and Jerry's S'mores???<br />
2. I lived in the same home from birth to college, but since have lived in 5 different states (Florida, Arizona, California, Wisconsin, back to Florida)<br />
3. I felt like I was in a cult while reading the Twilight series, as did my husband. My kids had a mini buffet all day of food and drinks so I could just read and read and read and they could help themselves.<br />
4. The first blog I ever read was Tonia at <a href="http://racingwithbabes.blogspot.com/">Racing With Babes</a> and that was years ago. I am entertained daily by her and you probably are also!<br />
5. I played soccer all through college and began triathlons and running races mid way through college. My longest tri being Wildflower 1/2 Ironman and everything from 5k's to 1/2 marathons running wise.<br />
6. I have 2 boys, Willsy is 4 and Googles is 2 (not there real names but in fact their nicknames)<br />
7. My husband was the Chef at Rancho Valencia in Ranch Santa Fe, CA when I began my first job there as the Pastry Assistant right out of Culinary School.<br />
8. He won me over with a kick ass turkey sandwich (think turkey, a little mayo, lettuce, tomatoes, crispy bacon, toasted bread, and the kicker.....cranberry relish)<br />
9. My dad was a high school and college basketball coach while I was grown up and I spent many nights asleep in the space between the steps of the gymnasium bleachers covered in winter coats (I grew up in Rochester NY)<br />
10. I cannot go to the movie theater and not get popcorn. I know it is so bad for you and most times I leave the theater with a headache and feeling like crap-o-la, but it is just so freaking good at the moment.<br />
11. I love Asics Kayano's. I have worn the exact same running sneaker since 2000. The 17's just came out and can't wait to have em! I am actually waiting on 2 pairs of 16's that should be at my doorstep by the end of the day!<br />
12. I LOVE to gift my old running sneaks to my mom...she just left today with 4 pairs of "worn in" sneakers.<br />
13. I built a vegetable garden in my backyard in October and it is one of the most rewarding things ever. <br />
14. I am a HUGE Syracuse basketball fan....I do love Coach K at Duke also.<br />
15. Up until this past summer I had no desire to ever run a marathon, but yet I wanted to do an Ironman. (figure that one out!)<br />
16. I sometimes wish my Bunco group could forgo the dice for a night and instead play beer pong, flip cup, kings cup and a$$hole.<br />
17. I drove Ford Aerostar in high school and ended up in many ditches in the winter with its rear wheel drive mixed with 6 foot snow drifts.<br />
18. I am a proud cookie dough and cake batter eater and have nicely passed the love of both to my 4 year old.<br />
19. I am the luckiest mom ever in that both my boys would lie around and cuddle all day with me if I asked...serious cuddle monkeys<br />
20. My favorite movie is Goonies...enough said!<br />
21. I love Kashi frozen meals. I probably have 16 or so in my freezer right now. <br />
22. I have never worn a running skirt and after reading so many running blogs I think I am the only female that doesn't.<br />
23. I love the stinky, sweaty smell of my boys when they wake up from a nap. <br />
24. I wish I had a "clean" house all the time. I prefer to think of my house as tidy<br />
25. I LOVE watching TV and don't know how myself or my family lived without our DVR. Mine is usually 1 hour away from exploding and I am constantly having to delete things.<br />
26. I wish my family was like the one on Cake Boss....all working and living close to one another. I live a plane ride away from all my family.<br />
27. I enjoy knitting and hope to finally learn to knit something other than a scarf this year.<br />
28. I have had 5 knee surgeries. The first when I was a junior in high school and the most recent was February of 2009. I was actually told I have no cartilage under my kneecap and have arthritis that would been seen in a 70 year old. Fabulous!! <br />
29. I appreciate sleep and am usually in bed by 9:30PM. In the past month I have fallen asleep before 8PM many times.<br />
30. I am so lucky that even though my husband works the craziest hours imaginable and goes weeks without a day off, he never complains when I tell him that he has the boys as I am running a 20 miler at 5:30AM the next morning!<br />
31. I am blessed!Heather -Momma Running Amokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04291550986214725963noreply@blogger.com3