<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:10:59.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from a Training Marathon Momma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7613395960078237055</id><published>2009-11-04T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:52:51.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Place!!!</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought I could get second place!! I'm so pumped. Just had to do a quick post to let you know that my PR at the Halloween half marathon of 1:50:34 got me 2nd place in my group! I dressed up as Nicole Richie as in inmate. My running buddy Kristi was Paris Hilton as an inmate. People loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a self portrait before the race. Unfortunately I didn't have my big sunglasses on yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SvHbhYeb3OI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/o_bCOgHIKRU/s1600-h/IMG_7734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SvHbhYeb3OI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/o_bCOgHIKRU/s320/IMG_7734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400338794746207458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7613395960078237055?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7613395960078237055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7613395960078237055' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7613395960078237055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7613395960078237055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/11/2nd-place.html' title='2nd Place!!!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SvHbhYeb3OI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/o_bCOgHIKRU/s72-c/IMG_7734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2939914326196347464</id><published>2009-10-22T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:19:27.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation Operation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SuC-P9gwHxI/AAAAAAAAEIs/laUOGNvoTgw/s1600-h/Provo_Halloween-Logo_90%2520small%2520logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SuC-P9gwHxI/AAAAAAAAEIs/laUOGNvoTgw/s320/Provo_Halloween-Logo_90%2520small%2520logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395521535009103634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had very little motivation since the marathon! So a couple weeks ago, I signed up to run, what seems to me, like an AWESOME Halloween Half Marathon! I'm really excited about it. Now I've just got to decide on a costume!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2939914326196347464?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2939914326196347464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2939914326196347464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2939914326196347464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2939914326196347464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/10/motivation-operation.html' title='Motivation Operation'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SuC-P9gwHxI/AAAAAAAAEIs/laUOGNvoTgw/s72-c/Provo_Halloween-Logo_90%2520small%2520logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-861020824220472020</id><published>2009-09-16T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:13:43.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Freak Out</title><content type='html'>It seems to me that there HAS to be an official freak out before each marathon I run. I don't know why, but there always is. I have been having CRAZY marathon dreams. (Also nothing new) In one of them, I was at the Gyno's office waiting for my girly check up when I realized that the marathon started in 5 minutes! I told my dr. I had to go and hurried to the race. Of course there was traffic and I had to ride a bike(which I was worried was wasting my energy)and I didn't arrive at the start until TWO HOURS after it started! But Jeff and Jana had waited for me and we ran the marathon anyway. Totally weird, right! Anyway, I got my race bib number and I LOVE it!! I'm totally a numbers kind of girl, so I'm pumped. My number is............................................................................2442! How fun is that! A palindrome! So Candace, that is my number. Look for me! I think I'll be wearing a grey camo skirt and a white tank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-861020824220472020?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/861020824220472020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=861020824220472020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/861020824220472020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/861020824220472020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/09/official-freak-out.html' title='Official Freak Out'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3382483204117195726</id><published>2009-09-10T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:42:22.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift Your Sole Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>There is an awesome give away on Tall Mom on the Run's Blog again! It is a gift certificate to buy some SWEET running jewelry from Lift Your Soul. Check it out &lt;a href="http://tallmomontherun.blogspot.com/2009/09/lift-your-sole-giveaway.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3382483204117195726?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3382483204117195726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3382483204117195726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3382483204117195726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3382483204117195726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/09/lift-your-soul-giveaway.html' title='Lift Your Sole Giveaway!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6222247852439812453</id><published>2009-09-10T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:29:37.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Marathon Really Next Weekend!</title><content type='html'>WOW! I don't know how these races sneak up on me like this! I'm not feeling too nervous yet. Mostly excited. I've decided on running this marathon with the sole purpose of running it with my SIL and being her support. She is running her very first marathon. So, I don't care what my time is at all. And I mean that. I just want to be able to go her pace and give her the boosts she needs when she needs them. I feel like there were times in my first marathon when I could have used a running buddy. (But you have to remember that I ran my first marathon while my husband and kids were in a different state and not there to cheer me on). I haven't been sticking to my training plan very well. I skipped a long run two weekends ago due to photographing my cousin's wedding and this week I have only run once because I'm watching my neighbor/running buddy's kids. Her baby had surgery this week. (She trained with me the whole time for this marathon and then found out the baby needed surgery and now she won't be running it) So there's my update. Can't wait to run Top Of Utah for my first time. I hear it's a great course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6222247852439812453?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6222247852439812453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6222247852439812453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6222247852439812453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6222247852439812453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-marathon-really-next-weekend.html' title='Is the Marathon Really Next Weekend!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-4420417062163571228</id><published>2009-08-23T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:39:16.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Body Spirit Strong.</title><content type='html'>This is my mantra when things get tough on a run. I was all about the mental preparations when I trained for my first marathon over a year and a half ago. I have run two other marathons since that first one and have totally forgotten about all my mental tricks that I learned. Yesterday on my 20 mile run, in preparation for Top Of Utah, I had a very very tough run. It forced me to remember all the mental things I used to do back in the day. For the first time in my life, I thought I might just be having an asthma attack. It was so weird. I had to totally stop and calm myself down. After that, I just couldn't get my breathing right and I could hardly speak to my running buddy Kristi I was so out of breath. So I started using chanting my mantra in my mind. Mind, Body, Spirit Strong. I didn't love my run, but I loved that I was forced to think about all of my mental strategies I was so into long ago. I'm going to make better use of them in the future. Here's to a better long run next week and the power of the mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-4420417062163571228?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4420417062163571228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=4420417062163571228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4420417062163571228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4420417062163571228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/08/mind-body-spirit-strong.html' title='Mind Body Spirit Strong.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-1732992809459934585</id><published>2009-07-17T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:49:36.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canyon to Canyon Half Marathon Report.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I ran the Canyon to Canyon Half Marathon for my first and last time! It should have more appropriately been named Rollercoaster to Rollercoaster Half Marathon, or Mountain After Mountain Half Marathon. YIKES! If you want to A) get a serious hill/mountain workout for 13.1 miles B)Get an extra tight bum from said hill workout or C) torture yourself, then this is the race for you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however was not privy to this information BEFORE I ran the race. The website said "gently rolling hills." Ummmmm OK. Not even close. There was no elevation map on the website either. (That should have clued me in!) You get the point right, it was super hilly! INSANELY hilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first mile actually wasn't too bad. It was "rolling hills" on a road. After one mile you turned onto a dirt/gravel road that ran through the mountains and that's where the real craziness began. My watch beeps at every mile. I thought for sure I had missed the mile 2 beep. I looked at my watch and couldn't believe it said 1.56! WHAT! I was hitting the WALL at 1.56. WOW. I knew at that point, this race was about survival! Apparently hills are not my forte. They suck the life right out of me. This course was an out and back, so there was no getting excited about going down hills. I knew my buns would eventually be turned around going up them. Luckily I had my neighbor Kristi running with me. We kept each other going. We started naming the hills cuss words so that we wouldn't technically be cussing. (I'm not proud of my actions, just telling it like it is :&gt;) When we got to about mile 5, we started seeing people coming back at us. We were deliriously tired and that made us act as if we were drunk or something. We started cheering like mad women for the runners coming at us yelling the most crazy/obnoxious things. At the time, we thought it was HILARIOUS! Looking back, people probably either loved or hated us. Some things I remember yelling, "It's all downhill from here." "I love hills and so do my buns." "You're almost there!" "Keep going, you're kicking my butt!" "You are the wind beneath my wings." "You are my hero!" "You're awesome!" "YES! Calorie Up ladies(three ladies were frantically taking gel packs around a garbage can)" That's just what I remember. So we made it to the turn around and got a drink and started to head back. We actually felt WAY better on the way back then on the way there. We got in a good groove and went with it. I decided to count hills on the way back, but at mile nine I went up a HUGE hill and forgot that I was counting hills. I was at 14. At this same time, Kristi got ahead of me about 20 yards. So I put on my iPod and worked to catch back up. I caught her at mile 10.5. I took out one earbud so we could still talk. We finished pretty strong. We split 6 minutes faster on the way back than on the Way there. Nice huh. Toward the end, I just wanted to beat the girl wearing the same skirt as me. (Why am I such an idiot???) I totally did it! When we crossed the finish line, I grabbed Kristi's hand and raised them up in victory. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our official time was 2 hours 10 minutes 5 seconds. Yikes. My personal slowest. But I really don't care because I conquered Mt. Everest that day, like 50 times! OR MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My buns have yet to recover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. The car in front of us hit a dear on the way up the canyon! CRAZY. Ummm, glad it wasn't us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SmFTz8jGX5I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Fc85PVEwJVg/s1600-h/DSC04059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SmFTz8jGX5I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Fc85PVEwJVg/s320/DSC04059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359657183439380370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in the car for the race to start. We are so clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-1732992809459934585?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1732992809459934585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=1732992809459934585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1732992809459934585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1732992809459934585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/07/canyon-to-canyon-half-marathon-report.html' title='Canyon to Canyon Half Marathon Report.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SmFTz8jGX5I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Fc85PVEwJVg/s72-c/DSC04059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-1887982265598325187</id><published>2009-07-17T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:59:16.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Marathon: Starting Over???</title><content type='html'>Since I ran the Utah Valley Marathon, my training schedule has looked like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Race &lt;br /&gt;Week 1: Nothing! Rest Rest Rest.&lt;br /&gt;Week 2: 4 mile run and 3 mile elliptical&lt;br /&gt;Week 3: 5 mile run, 5 mile run, and 3 mile run&lt;br /&gt;Week 4: 5 mile run, five mile run, half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Week 5: 5 mile run, 5 mile run, 11.5 miles(today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you every single one of these runs has been HARD!!!! What??? I could have sworn I ran an awesome marathon 1 month ago. Why do I feel like I'm starting over??? So crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-1887982265598325187?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1887982265598325187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=1887982265598325187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1887982265598325187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1887982265598325187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-marathon-starting-over.html' title='Post Marathon: Starting Over???'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7475806231532656740</id><published>2009-06-12T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:44:33.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Marathon Dream!</title><content type='html'>I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner. I was bound to have a crazy marathon dream right? Last night was my night. The dream/nightmare went like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my mom's house the night before the marathon. I woke up(in my dream) and realized I had slept in and there was no way for me to catch the bus to the start. My mom got up and said she would drive me to the start. We took off, in our old school red and white van that no longer exists, and she headed up South Hill instead of up to Bonney Lake. Now I was really freaking out because I was going to miss the start. We turned around and headed the right direction when I realized I was missing a history test in my college class. So my mom dropped me off at college so I could go to class. In class I realized I hadn't ever studied for the test, I didn't even know the names of the people they were talking about. So I asked if I could please go run my marathon and take the test later in the afternoon. The teacher agreed. Phew. Then Katie Rowe, a girl from high school that I haven't seen since, appeared in my dream to tell me who the historical people were on the test that I'd never heard of before. (I know, totally psycho) Then I was driving the red and white van to the start of the marathon and realized I was an hour and a half late! I didn't care, I was doing it anyway. I knew this course had a seven hour limit so if I could run it in 5 and a half hours I would be fine. EXCEPT I then realized I had never picked up my race packet and didn't have a bib number and I was worried no one would believe me that I had registered. THEN, as I approached the start of the race, there were forest fires everywhere and they weren't letting anyone else on the course. I wasn't going to run a marathon after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. I was confused at first and was trying to figure out what day/time it was and if I'd actually missed my marathon. Quickly I figured out it was just a psycho marathon dream......luckily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7475806231532656740?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7475806231532656740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7475806231532656740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7475806231532656740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7475806231532656740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/06/psycho-marathon-dream.html' title='Psycho Marathon Dream!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6265915375683491176</id><published>2009-06-11T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:56:30.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Songs</title><content type='html'>I'm going to buy an iTunes card today so I can get some new songs! What are your faves???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6265915375683491176?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6265915375683491176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6265915375683491176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6265915375683491176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6265915375683491176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-songs.html' title='New Songs'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-4488704356395618596</id><published>2009-06-10T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:35:27.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official Freak Out!</title><content type='html'>So last night was my official freak out for this marathon! I did not sleep one bit! I tossed and turned all night worrying about it. Mostly worrying about how my body will hold up. Namely my IT band on the right side and my plantar faciitis problems that wont go away. Oh I'm nervous!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, my neighbor and running buddy signed up today to run the marathon! It is totally a whim for her, she's never run a marathon before. So now I will have someone to ride the bus to the start with! So fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-4488704356395618596?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4488704356395618596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=4488704356395618596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4488704356395618596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4488704356395618596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/06/official-freak-out.html' title='The Official Freak Out!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3696694768416729146</id><published>2009-06-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:39:32.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>This weekend I'm driving to Washington to run the Rainier to Ruston Relay Race! This will be my 4th consecutive year doing it! So fun. My relay team is made up of all family. Three brothers, a sister, and a sister in law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week following the 20 miler was rough! I was very sick and only ran once. This week I got in a 5,4 and 7 miler. I'm taking today and tomorrow off for traveling and then on Sat. I'm running a total of 10.4 miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the marathon is here! Only 9 days away. I can't believe. It doesn't seem real yet though because this weekend is so exciting. Once I make it through this weekend, I'm sure the nervous breakdown will begin. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3696694768416729146?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3696694768416729146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3696694768416729146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3696694768416729146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3696694768416729146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6059530513844337763</id><published>2009-05-27T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:35:33.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Miler:Done! Hallelujah!!!</title><content type='html'>This was an interesting run for me. I ran it in 3 hours 20 minutes and some change. Basically I ran it with an average of 10 minute miles. I would be thrilled if I could run the marathon with a 10 minute mile pace. Here's the kicker. At the end, I was so so so done with running. I gave this run all I had. I might as well been running a race. When I ran my 20 miler last year for Salt Lake, I felt amazing when I was done, like I could have run another 6 miles to finish(actually five since my 20 miler turned into a 21 miler). But with this run, OH NO, no way could I have gone another 6. Basically, it didn't do much for my confidence. On the bright side, my knees held up fairly well, just some IT band pain in my hip. My plantar faciitis wasn't too bad on the run either. And I did the run and finished. I figured out how to put my watch on a mode that would tell me my splits for each mile. Too fun. I listed them below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running with Brother in Law Tom&lt;br /&gt;Four Miles up the Canyon to Bridal Veil Falls&lt;br /&gt;Mile &lt;br /&gt;1. 10:23&lt;br /&gt;2. 10:27&lt;br /&gt;3. 10:40&lt;br /&gt;4. 10:46&lt;br /&gt;Four miles down the canyon&lt;br /&gt;5. 10:03&lt;br /&gt;6. 9:49 Took a gel pack&lt;br /&gt;7. 10:04&lt;br /&gt;8. 9:46&lt;br /&gt;Said goodbye to Tom, Hello to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Running by myself to meet my cousin&lt;br /&gt;9. 9:31&lt;br /&gt;10. 9:21&lt;br /&gt;11. 9:27&lt;br /&gt;12. 9:33- Took another gel pack&lt;br /&gt;13. 9:28&lt;br /&gt;Running with cousin Shelby&lt;br /&gt;14. 9:46&lt;br /&gt;15. 9:55&lt;br /&gt;16. 10:14&lt;br /&gt;17. 10:04- Took my final gel pack(didn't seem to help:&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;18. 10:20&lt;br /&gt;19. 10:34&lt;br /&gt;20. 10:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to Tom and Shelby for being great sports and joining me for parts of my run! It totally helps! When Shelby and I went into the grocery store after this run for some Gatorade, a nice worker told us we looked like we need cold drinks and to go to isle 13. HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have been sick all week and have not run since the 20 miler. That does nothing for my confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I am turning 30 tomorrow and that does nothing for my confidence either. I keep trying to tell myself I am 30, flirty, and thriving. :) We'll see if having a PMA (Positive Mental Attitude) helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6059530513844337763?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6059530513844337763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6059530513844337763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6059530513844337763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6059530513844337763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-milerdone-hallelujah.html' title='20 Miler:Done! Hallelujah!!!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6379332778120208602</id><published>2009-05-18T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:09:31.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Valley Marathon: Count Me In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/ShI9-Uj3A0I/AAAAAAAAD3w/OqNrZtYrnU0/s1600-h/DSC03502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/ShI9-Uj3A0I/AAAAAAAAD3w/OqNrZtYrnU0/s320/DSC03502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337396649267757890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This newspaper ad has been hanging in my house for some time now as a constant reminder of my goal to run a marathon this summer in celebration of turning 30. Since I couldn't get into the Rock N Roll marathon, I have decided to do the Utah Valley Marathon. It is on June 13. Their slogan is "26.2 miles of the pain you love." I totally get that and can't wait. My 20 mile run is going to be this weekend. Wooohoooo. I'm actually really looking forward to it. So if any of you want to head on down to Provo/Orem on June 13th to cheer me on, I wouldn't object!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6379332778120208602?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6379332778120208602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6379332778120208602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6379332778120208602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6379332778120208602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/05/utah-valley-maraton-count-me-in.html' title='Utah Valley Marathon: Count Me In!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/ShI9-Uj3A0I/AAAAAAAAD3w/OqNrZtYrnU0/s72-c/DSC03502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-4685547532596090122</id><published>2009-05-02T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:38:43.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It! 16.15 Miles.</title><content type='html'>I got my buns up and ran at 6am this morning, even though I hadn't had one ounce of sleep. (I have a sick child, and insomnia) Isn't that the way it always goes?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run was pretty good. I ran the first five with my friend Kristi. Then stopped at my house to use the facilities. Then ran three to the canyon. My brother in law Tom met me at the canyon where we ran 2.5 miles up the canyon and then 2.5 back. Then I ran the last three back to my house. I was pretty tired when I was done!! But overall I felt pretty good. A little sore in the knees, but nothing unusual. Oh, I forgot to mention in POURED down rain the WHOLE time!! I was wringing my clothes out when I got home. I don't know if my shoes will ever be dry again! My pink skirt was falling off me because it was so heavy with water. Luckily I had on my favorite carpi's! And my iPod survived because I had it in a plastic sandwich baggy in my pocket. Ha. I had Nate take my picture when I was done, but I don't think it does justice to my soaking state of being. I should of had him take a picture of my sopping hair. Dang. Ohhhh, I just shivered thinking about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/Sfygya7taVI/AAAAAAAAD1g/TqkVZ-iZw-Y/s1600-h/DSC03253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/Sfygya7taVI/AAAAAAAAD1g/TqkVZ-iZw-Y/s320/DSC03253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331312846983489874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-4685547532596090122?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4685547532596090122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=4685547532596090122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4685547532596090122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4685547532596090122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It! 16.15 Miles.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/Sfygya7taVI/AAAAAAAAD1g/TqkVZ-iZw-Y/s72-c/DSC03253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-138398152486964125</id><published>2009-05-01T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:53:18.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 miles</title><content type='html'>I'm off to run 16 miles in the morning! I'm a little nervous. I haven't run 16 miles in 8 months. I feel prepared though. I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-138398152486964125?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/138398152486964125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=138398152486964125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/138398152486964125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/138398152486964125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/05/16-miles.html' title='16 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3749397317739670187</id><published>2009-04-17T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:12:40.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Go Time!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the big day. The Salt Lake City Half Marathon. I'm feeling nervous. But I know it's going to be great! The weather is suppose to be 60 degrees. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3749397317739670187?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3749397317739670187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3749397317739670187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3749397317739670187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3749397317739670187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-go-time.html' title='It Go Time!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-9110173895084001332</id><published>2009-04-05T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:10:22.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12.25 miles</title><content type='html'>I got up yesterday morning at 7am to do my long run and looked out my window to see snow!!! What! So I climbed back in bed and told Nate I wasn't sure I wanted to run while it was snowing. I told myself all the reasons I didn't want to go, then told myself all the reason I should go. Should go won the battle. Five minutes later I was out of bed and 20 minutes later out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was running, I was so glad I was. It was really peaceful and the sidewalks weren't slippery at all. Minus one incident with a dog, it was a great run. I'm not as fast as I would like to be, but at least I know that I will be able to run the SLC half and not kill myself! I wanted to go the full 13.1 yesterday, but when I got back to my house, I was only at 12.25 miles and *conference was going to be on in 10 minutes. So I called it good. I'm not going to lie, I'm still proud of myself. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake City Half Marathon, Here I Come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love Miley Cyrus. The last 3 miles of my run I listened to her new song, The Climb, over and over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Twice a year my church(The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) holds a world wide conference. Because I live in Utah, same state as the church headquarters, it is broadcast on television. I get to watch right in the comfort of my living room. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-9110173895084001332?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/9110173895084001332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=9110173895084001332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/9110173895084001332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/9110173895084001332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/04/1225-miles.html' title='12.25 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7192956314410859147</id><published>2009-03-31T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:42:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it's because I'm the proud new owner of these......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SdI4QbzmELI/AAAAAAAADwE/l_S2oiluBeA/s1600-h/saucony+guide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SdI4QbzmELI/AAAAAAAADwE/l_S2oiluBeA/s320/saucony+guide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319375964871200946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I managed to bust out 10.75 miles last Saturday. Miracles do happen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7192956314410859147?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7192956314410859147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7192956314410859147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7192956314410859147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7192956314410859147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-its-because-im-proud-new-owner-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SdI4QbzmELI/AAAAAAAADwE/l_S2oiluBeA/s72-c/saucony+guide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2804857195292906368</id><published>2009-03-31T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:41:36.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE Realization</title><content type='html'>Two Saturdays ago I finally got up enough oomph and went for a long run. It only ended up being 7 miles. Yes, that is a long run these days. Since December I have been telling myself I was going to run the SLC Marathon this year. Even though training has been less than stellar, ummm way less than stellar, I still had managed to convince myself that I could still do it. However, when I ran that seven miles two Saturdays ago and nearly killed myself, I realized that there is NO WAY I'm going to be able to do the marathon. Just NO WAY. Am I disappointed in myself, TOTALLY. But I've got to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to rockin the half, and being more motivated in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2804857195292906368?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2804857195292906368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2804857195292906368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2804857195292906368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2804857195292906368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/03/huge-realization.html' title='HUGE Realization'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3521168353955540057</id><published>2009-02-22T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:55:14.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About the Time and the Heart</title><content type='html'>And right now I don't have either when it comes to running a marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME: Nate is in school getting his MBA and that is more time consuming for him than having a full time job. Way more time consuming. When we decided that he was going to go back to school, we made a deal that I wouldn't run any marathons during that two years. But, after we got here, I was really itching to train for some sort of race and I wanted to do the SLC marathon again. He agreed and said that would be fine and he would support me. However, it's really hard to find the time to do a "long" runs on Saturdays because he is constantly gone at group meetings or just studying. (We have two cutie pie kids that needs to be looked after :) ) I don't blame him, it's just the way things go when you have a husband getting a Masters Degree in Business. So needless to say, while my runs during the week have been going alright, my long runs have basically been nonexistent. I have run 10 miles twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEART: I don't think it's a secret that I would really really love to be pregnant, but for some reason it just isn't happening for me. When I started out training for this marathon, I told myself I would just train until I got pregnant and then I would stop the marathon training and just train for the 5K. The problem is, it's really hard to even want to run a "long run" when you are not sure if you will even do the marathon. My heart wants to be pregnant, not running a marathon. The even bigger problem is that every single long run that I do is a painful reminder of the fact that I am not pregnant. Last year I was so so so excited to run the marathon. Contrastly, this year when I imagine myself running it, I picture myself crying at the end, not because I'm so happy I finished, but because I'm so upset I don't have a baby instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know what I'm going to do about the race. I still keep hoping I'll just get pregnant and it will make the decision easy: a 5K. In reality I guess I'll wait until the week before the race and then make a decision based on how much I've trained and of course the baby situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Last year I did not train for the Pocotello Marathon because I was so sure I would be prego by Aug. 31st. Well, I ended up not and ran it anyway with my sister having trained less than what I have trained for this marathon. So, anything's possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3521168353955540057?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3521168353955540057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3521168353955540057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3521168353955540057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3521168353955540057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-about-time-and-heart.html' title='It&apos;s All About the Time and the Heart'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2408530957294148063</id><published>2009-01-31T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:37:02.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick and More Sick</title><content type='html'>I have been sick for a very long time is seems like! So this week I only got in two runs. I have yet to decide if I'm going for a run today. On Tuesday I went to the gym during Biggest Loser again, but not with the same results. I ran four miles and was just so done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I had the opposite occur. I got on the treadmill with my new tunes and just felt great! I went just over six miles. AND the last 1 and a 1/2 miles I ran at a 8:33 mile pace. (The rest was at a 10 minute pace.) I love it when runs just feel great and you feel like you could go forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last week on Friday I tried a speed workout, inspired by my cutie SIL Jana. I decided to do 800meter runs. I ran at a 8:33 mile pace for 800meters and then walked for .1 of a mile and then another 800 meters. Ummm, this was way harder than I thought. I planned on doing 6 of them, but only did 4. Ha. Then I ran another mile just regular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2408530957294148063?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2408530957294148063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2408530957294148063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2408530957294148063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2408530957294148063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-sick-and-more-sick.html' title='Sick Sick and More Sick'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8274193222991041261</id><published>2009-01-21T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:35:50.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUH!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Tuesday, I went to the gym right after Gage got out to school. I was rushing the kids to get to the gym on time for their scheduled time in the daycare. We got there on time and I went to go to the locker room and realized I had on my regular everyday shoes, not at all shoes that should be worked out in. UGGGGGGHHH. So I just made the most of my time there and walked and the treadmill for 30 minutes, climbed the stair machine for 10, and then worked my core a little. I guess that was my cross training day for the week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I ran 3.25 miles on the treadmill speeding up the last 1.25 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8274193222991041261?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8274193222991041261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8274193222991041261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8274193222991041261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8274193222991041261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/01/duh.html' title='DUH!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3420382970137085707</id><published>2009-01-21T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:32:30.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spandex is Happiness</title><content type='html'>Somebody had this sign on their garage during the SLC Marathon last year. I couldn't help but use it as my title today because I wore my capri spandex to the gym. I had no other choice. And I decided on my way over there that I was just going to own it. I didn't care who saw me running in all my spandex glory. But let me tell you, spandex really is happiness! I love all my running tights. I do usually wear a running skirt over them to cover my buns! I have never had enough guts to wear the skirts to the gym though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great run. I ran six miles while watching American Idol/Lost recap shows. I had the treadmill on 6.0 again and ran the last mile a little faster. I love doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wouldn't you know it that a tiny little girl in her running tights got onto the treadmill next to me. Whatever, I didn't even care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3420382970137085707?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3420382970137085707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3420382970137085707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3420382970137085707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3420382970137085707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/01/spandex-is-happiness.html' title='Spandex is Happiness'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-5101010229430805079</id><published>2009-01-17T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:17:51.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Miles and a Mustard Miracle</title><content type='html'>Last night my husband, who is in the MBA program at BYU, says this to me, "I think I already told you this but I have a group meeting tomorrow at school at 10:30." Um actually no Babe, you didn't mention that. That's why I wasn't able to make the group run this morning. *SIGH* But, I did do it on my own. And I actually had a really great run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out from my house and headed for the Provo River Trail. It is just over 2 miles to get there. Then I headed towards the Canyon. I always go the other way to avoid running up the canyon, but today I decided I could use some hillage. When I got the the canyon, I needed to run 1.75 miles up it. I was nervous, but running up the canyon was not what I thought it was. It was very very gradual. Nothing huge. I couldn't help but thinking how much Jen would love it because is had little yellow and white lines just like a road, and instead of dodging cars, she could just dodge bicylces. :) And it was BEAUTIFUL! So I got to 5 miles and turned around. I love doing out and backs. There's something so great about turning around and knowing you are more than half way done. I was at 53 minutes and some change. So I get headed back down, which was AWESOME. Who doesn't love running downhill? Then a problem occurred. I started getting a major cramp in my right calf. YIKES. All I could think of was that I was 4.35 miles from home. A long way to run with a cramp in my calf. However, I remembered a little nifty trick my older brother taught me. Apparently when you have a muscle cramp,a little mustard will cure it. I was running with my fanny pack(it doesn't look like a 1980 fanny pack, it's a running one that is way cuter) and it had mustard packs still in it from when I ran the Pocotello marathon back in Aug. I had never had to use them before. So I stopped, stretched for a minute and downed 1 mustard pack. And before I even began running again, it was like I had never even had a cramp. A little mustard miracle! I was feeling great! When I got back out to the mouth of the canyon I stopped at the subway to use the facilities, buy a gatorade, down a gel pack and then I continued on my way. I was feeling so good that I sped up. I ran mile 9 at about a 9:30 pace and the final mile in under 9 minutes. My second five miles I ran in about 48 minutes. Crazy right! It was a good run for me. Hopefully next week will be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did take a couple of pics when I got home, but they were nasty. I have learned to only take before pictures! (Or at least have some makeup on when I start the run. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how were your runs today????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-5101010229430805079?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5101010229430805079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=5101010229430805079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5101010229430805079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5101010229430805079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-miles-and-mustard-miracle.html' title='10 Miles and a Mustard Miracle'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6042997323446771196</id><published>2009-01-15T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:40:52.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting My Bootie Kicked by Hills, a Speed Workout, and a Fabulous New Trick!</title><content type='html'>On Monday I failed to go to the gym at all. My poor Kyah was having issues with her bowels(I'll leave it at that) and I knew I couldn't leave her in the care of anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my bootie kicked by hills. On Wed. I went to the gym and was feeling inspired to run some hills so I could keep up with Jen! I put the treadmill on the hills setting and off I went. I probably should mention I only had the level set to 5, out of 20, but hey, I'm starting from square one, remember. I lasted 2 miles on a 6.0 speed and then put the setting back to manual and finished with a flat mile. I just knew towards the end of the hills, that if anyone around me wasn't wearing their earphones, they would be worried that maybe I was having a heart attack because I was breathing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Speed Workout. Today, Thursday, I went to the gym and did one of my favorite speed workouts I found online from another girl. I wish I could remember who. It goes like this. &lt;br /&gt;2 miles at half marathon pace (10 minute mile)&lt;br /&gt;1 mile at 10K pace (9:15 minute mile)&lt;br /&gt;800meters at 5k pace (8:35 mintute mile)&lt;br /&gt;800 meters at 5K pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not really that fast, but that was the pace I was running at today. I walked for a minute or two in between each interval. It really speeds up a 4 mile run for me. It's more entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY A FABULOUS NEW TRICK! &lt;br /&gt;This may not work for everyone, actually probably won't, but for me, it was awesome. Because Kyah was still having issues on Tues. I went to the gym at 7 o'clock in the evening. It just so happen to be when the Biggest Loser was on. I LOVE THAT SHOW! (Joelle better step it up this week!) So I plugged my earphones into the treadmill and turned it to the TV showing my show and I ran for 6 miles straight without stopping once and I was at a 6.0 speed! This is really really good for me at this point in my life! I had previously been letting myself run at 5.8 if I wasn't "feeling" it that day. And I had also been stopping about every two mile to walk for a minute and get a drink. There was just something about being totally into my show that just did it for me. And the fact that it was a show about losing weight helped that much more! It was such a breakthrough run for me! I love it when that happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6042997323446771196?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6042997323446771196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6042997323446771196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6042997323446771196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6042997323446771196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-my-bootie-kicked-by-hills-speed.html' title='Getting My Bootie Kicked by Hills, a Speed Workout, and a Fabulous New Trick!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6205070365685761596</id><published>2009-01-10T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:00:27.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Runs and a New Running Buddy</title><content type='html'>My first long run of official training was last Sat. Kylee and I went for 8 miles. We took it slow and easy since there was lots of snow on the ground and because we are out of shape! It was a pretty good run though. We started off doing about 11:30 min. miles and then sped up to 10:30 minute miles. We averaged 11:04. Yes, I've slowed way down. That's what happens when you don't run 4 months. Here is a pic I took of myself when I got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SWlCODC9nPI/AAAAAAAADlc/dJo2ZPGoRY4/s1600-h/DSC02726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SWlCODC9nPI/AAAAAAAADlc/dJo2ZPGoRY4/s320/DSC02726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289832046426692850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is still red! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I had the chance to run with Jen, a friend I met last year at the marathon mommies dinner. She started up a blog called.&lt;a href="http://willrunfordesignerjeans.blogspot.com/"&gt; will run for designer jeans&lt;/a&gt; and we kind of found each others blogs and trained for the marathon together virtually last year. Anyway, so we met up today to go for a 11, oops, I mean 7 mile run. So we're improvising on the schedule, big deal. Well, this 7 mile run was an adventure! We were by her house and so I wasn't really familiar with the area. She had us running up big hills, through major traffic- in the road, and then she ran way faster than my body wanted to the last half of our run. Whew. It felt way good when we were done. It totally inspires me to work harder during the week so I can get faster and keep up with her better. I just want to mention, she is totally one of those fun girls that you just get along with right away. I love her! We are going to have so much fun training for this marathon together. Also, part of the course today was running the marathon course backwards. I kind of forgot how hilly the course was. Not huge hills, but rolling for sure. I would be lying if I said I didn't question myself a time or two about why I was even training for a marathon again. :) We all have those thoughts though don't we. Anyway, here is a pre-run pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SWlEWLhPgrI/AAAAAAAADlk/iPKIOHe15CE/s1600-h/DSC02797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SWlEWLhPgrI/AAAAAAAADlk/iPKIOHe15CE/s320/DSC02797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289834385163387570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen's totally cute. I need to lose a few pounds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that reminds me. I am giving up sugar during the weekdays. Anyone want to join?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6205070365685761596?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6205070365685761596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6205070365685761596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6205070365685761596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6205070365685761596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-runs-and-new-running-buddy.html' title='Long Runs and a New Running Buddy'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SWlCODC9nPI/AAAAAAAADlc/dJo2ZPGoRY4/s72-c/DSC02726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7680857410325486159</id><published>2008-12-29T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:09:45.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at it again.</title><content type='html'>I decided to train for the SLC Marathon. Again. Official training started two weeks ago. I spent the last week and a half sick with strep throat and a sinus infection. So, I have already missed the first two "long" runs. Needless to say, I'm already questioning my choice of training again. Mostly because last year at this time, I was in great shape! And this year, not so much. I went to the gym today to run on the tread mill. I ran a mile, walked a quarter mile, and repeated that three times. I'm just basically starting from square one. Pretty sad considering last year at this time, I could bust out three miles in my sleep! We'll see how it goes this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7680857410325486159?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7680857410325486159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7680857410325486159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7680857410325486159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7680857410325486159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-at-it-again.html' title='I&apos;m at it again.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-210779985313802079</id><published>2008-04-28T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:45:48.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Marathon</title><content type='html'>It has been 9 days since I ran the marathon. I was basically sore for just a couple of days. Mainly in my calves since that is where I cramped up at the end. And my knee and hip were a little sore too. I went to the gym the Monday after and did 1 elliptical mile and 1.5 miles on the treadmill, running .75 of a mile and walking .5. The biggest problem was the blisters on my toes!!! Ouch. So I stuck a needle in them when I got home and then decided to rest and let them heal. I went to the gym again that Friday, no soreness in the muscles by then, and did 2 elliptical miles going at a regular pace for me and then going 1.5 mile on the treadmill. I felt really good. Then I rested Sat. and Sun. Today I went to the gym and ran 4 miles! Three of them at a 10 min mile pace and one at a 9:40 pace. My back started hurting a little and after the run my knee was bugging me. I think I pushed it a little. I'm going to stick to a elliptical/treadmill routine for a while I think. But it did feel super good to run. I was only going to go 2 miles, but I got in a groove right at 2 and had to keep going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-210779985313802079?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/210779985313802079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=210779985313802079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/210779985313802079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/210779985313802079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-marathon.html' title='Post Marathon'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2905755512561433370</id><published>2008-04-25T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:02:15.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It!!!!</title><content type='html'>To read ALL about my marathon experience.....&lt;a href="http://angfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-marathon-adventure.html"&gt;grab a snack and click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2905755512561433370?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2905755512561433370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2905755512561433370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2905755512561433370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2905755512561433370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It!!!!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8937808025538099684</id><published>2008-04-17T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:36:12.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the new shirt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SAduViaTdvI/AAAAAAAAB8o/lXvHkSeDvwQ/s1600-h/marathon+shirt2+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SAduViaTdvI/AAAAAAAAB8o/lXvHkSeDvwQ/s320/marathon+shirt2+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190238411861227250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend had these pieces of cloth that you can print on and then iron them on your shirt. So she made me this iron on piece for my shirt. Thanks Lois! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's go time. I leave today. Less than 48 hours now until the gun goes off!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe race day is almost here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8937808025538099684?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8937808025538099684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8937808025538099684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8937808025538099684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8937808025538099684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/heres-new-shirt.html' title='Here&apos;s the new shirt.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/SAduViaTdvI/AAAAAAAAB8o/lXvHkSeDvwQ/s72-c/marathon+shirt2+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7672293662456299395</id><published>2008-04-16T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:59:46.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Shirt Drama/I Am An Idiot!</title><content type='html'>So I got my marathon mommies shirt fixed today. My friend cut off two inches from the bottom and redid the hem. It looked way better! I was feeling better knowing that I had something to wear on the top finally! Well, I went out and bought iron on letters. I practiced on a black running shirt first. I put one on the inside of the shirt. :) Then I put my A N G on the shirt and went to iron them on all at once. Well, I was very careful not to iron over the marathon mommies logo in the front. Because I didn't want the iron to touch that, I held it still on the shirt. When I lifted it up, I had totally burned the shirt. Yes, a big fat brown iron mark on the front of my light pink running shirt. ARARRRRARARRARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! 1. 32 dollars down the drain! 2. I now have nothing to wear.......again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BUMMED. Not so much about the money, but because I was really excited to be matching with the other marathon mommies. I'm going to go cry myself to sleep now. Not really. But I am soooo bummed and so mad at my stupidity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7672293662456299395?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7672293662456299395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7672293662456299395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7672293662456299395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7672293662456299395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-shirt-dramai-am-idiot.html' title='More Shirt Drama/I Am An Idiot!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6399084459431407512</id><published>2008-04-15T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:53:32.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 treadmill miles</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to go 4, but only had time for 3. My cousin Tina called me just as I was going out the door. We haven't talked in a LONG time, so 1 hour and 20 minutes later I told her I HAD to go since the gym was closing in 35 minutes!! I could care less that I only went 3 instead of 4 since I know this week is about staying loose and not about cardiovascular training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have decided to take ibuprofen everyday between now and the marathon to hopefully help out with my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6399084459431407512?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6399084459431407512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6399084459431407512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6399084459431407512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6399084459431407512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-treadmill-miles.html' title='3 treadmill miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8680312062359811709</id><published>2008-04-14T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:52:58.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 miles and a Breakdown</title><content type='html'>I read a fellow marathoner's blog last week and about how emotional this marathon journey is and how she had a breakdown. I read about it thinking that yes, it is a very emothional journey, but wasn't thinking I was going to have a breakdown. Well, not so. I guess I just had so many worries about this marathon and today I let it all out with a good cry. The main stresses are what I'm going to wear :), and how my back and knee are going to hold up, mainly my back. So on Sat. my back took a major turn for the worse. Go figure, one week before the race. I got my marathon mommies shirt that I ordered in the mail and it was bigger than I had hoped. It was just too much at the moment and I started crying. All of my worries just got the best of me. I got a hold of myself pretty quickly, thank goodness. I realized I could make the shirt work and I iced my back. (Not that it helped, but it made me feel like I was doing something.) Then I went to the gym and ran three miles. I just couldn't skip it, mentally. So I'm really not sure what to do about my back, but I don't feel like I can do much, so I just am praying for a healing miracle between now and Sat. Maybe you'd like to join me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8680312062359811709?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8680312062359811709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8680312062359811709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8680312062359811709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8680312062359811709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-miles-and-breakdown.html' title='3 miles and a Breakdown'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7603223467782484678</id><published>2008-04-12T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:37:49.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8.5 miles</title><content type='html'>I got to run with a my friend Toni today. I have never run with her before and so that made the run extra fun. Toni is training for the Tacoma 1/2 marathon which is 4 weeks from today. We met at Lake Sammamish State Park. It was perfect running weather today, about 60 degrees. Sooooo nice. Toni is a faster runner than I am. We started out just above 9 min miles and then gradually slowed down. We ended up running an average of 9:32 min. per mile pace. So a little faster than I planned, but no biggie. I was kind of discouraged at the end of the run because my back hurt worse than it ever has before and my IT band was really acting up. (It has been all week) However, I'm going to be really good at icing this week and I'm going to go take some ibuprofen right now! I had been really faithful at icing and taking anti-inflammatories, but then I got feeling really good and totally stopped. Ummmm lesson learned. Also, I was disappointed that I could still feel junk in my lungs. I've just comes to terms that it is what it is at this point and there's not much I can do to fix it or change it. So come Sat. I'm just going to do my thing and hopefully dominate that marathon! Wooooohooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7603223467782484678?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7603223467782484678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7603223467782484678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7603223467782484678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7603223467782484678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/85-miles.html' title='8.5 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6905900953848054837</id><published>2008-04-11T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:30:21.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 miles</title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; ran without my Garmin today, but then I decided that I wanted to be sure I got my whole 4 miles in, so I strapped it on. My goal for the run was to really just go at an easy pace and have a nice relaxing run. The weather was perfect! And I did just that. I had a great 4 mile run. And to my surpise, my average mile pace was 9:33. Yeah for that. Oh, today at the end of the road, I took a right onto flat land instead of a left up the hill. :) I would of had to turn around before I got to the top of the hill to make it four miles and that wouldn't have been good on my psyche. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6905900953848054837?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6905900953848054837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6905900953848054837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6905900953848054837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6905900953848054837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-miles.html' title='4 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-227856528848598811</id><published>2008-04-10T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:44:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally skipped out today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-227856528848598811?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/227856528848598811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=227856528848598811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/227856528848598811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/227856528848598811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/totally-skipped-out-today.html' title='Totally skipped out today!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-1682311612212720752</id><published>2008-04-09T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:43:32.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 outside miles</title><content type='html'>I got to run outside today which was great! When I got to the end of the road I always run down, I had to choose to go either left, nice and flat, or right, up the "connector." The connector is a huge hill, 3/4 of a mile long! I decided this would be the last chance I had to run up the connector or any hill before the marathon, so I turned right. I kept thinking about the one nasty hill on the marathon course that is around mile 7, or so I hear. Today I powered up the connector like it was nobodies business!! Then I had the joy of turning around and running back down it like a maniac! I looked at my garmin halfway down and saw I was running at a 7:30 mile pace. Hehe. I ran faster than normal back to home because I wanted to have an average pace of around 9:45, my anticipated marathon pace, and even though I was powering up the hill/connector, it was still slow. Well, I did it. I averaged 9:43. But it was harder than I thought it should be. So now I'm worried about trying to do that for the marathon. However, my five mile run had 1 full mile of serious uphill! Of course that means it had one full mile of serious downhill. I just have to try not to over think this too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-1682311612212720752?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1682311612212720752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=1682311612212720752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1682311612212720752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1682311612212720752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-outside-miles.html' title='5 outside miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7452185976268615244</id><published>2008-04-08T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:44:33.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Treadmill Miles</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed watching Law and Order during my run today at the gym. I did all four miles at a 9:40 mile pace. Trying to imprint that pace onto my mind. Holy cow, my count down is on 10 days and some odd hours. Oh my goodness. Let the nerves begin piling up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7452185976268615244?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7452185976268615244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7452185976268615244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7452185976268615244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7452185976268615244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-treadmill-miles.html' title='4 Treadmill Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-1967614140623244498</id><published>2008-04-07T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:44:29.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.6 Elliptical Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-1967614140623244498?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1967614140623244498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=1967614140623244498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1967614140623244498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1967614140623244498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/36-elliptical-miles.html' title='3.6 Elliptical Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-130174714602457502</id><published>2008-04-05T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:10:33.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11.5 Miles</title><content type='html'>Technically I was suppose to go 12, but whatever. I ran in between conference sessions today and knew I was going slower than normal so I cut it a little short. It was a very tough run today. I have been sick all week. I'm coughing like crazy, but still, I had to go on my run. Mentally I couldn't skip it today. Not a "long" run. It was tough from the get go. My fuel belt felt like 50 pounds today. I was just weaker than normal. After about 4 miles I was feeling a little better. I tried GU brand gel packs today, flavors vanilla bean and chocolate outrage given that's what they are serving at the marathon and I want to know if I like them or not. Plus they have caffeine in them and I needed to see how that would affect my body, namely my bowels. T.M.I, I know. Anyway, the vanilla was way to sweet, but at least it was thinner and could be choked down. The chocolate was thick and nasty. I will definitely go for the vanilla at the race. And they didn't seem to have any adverse affects. Good. At least I got that figured out today. I love the Powergel more than any other brand. (Made by Powerbar) Anyway, at the end of my run, I had a huge hill to go up, the one that leads to my apt. if you've ever been here, and I started having the biggest coughing spell going up it!! When I finally made it home I swear I was wheezing. Ughh. It was tough to run with my lung full of junk, or whatever is wrong with me. Let's all just pray I don't get bronchitis or pneumonia! I've been a coughing fool since the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R_ham1_kiwI/AAAAAAAAB6w/pXyCsI3JG-A/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R_ham1_kiwI/AAAAAAAAB6w/pXyCsI3JG-A/s320/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185994594292370178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me after the run. I couldn't muster up enough energy to smile. Oh, I averaged 10:22 minute miles just like last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-130174714602457502?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/130174714602457502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=130174714602457502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/130174714602457502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/130174714602457502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/115-miles.html' title='11.5 Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R_ham1_kiwI/AAAAAAAAB6w/pXyCsI3JG-A/s72-c/DSC00817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2832470142117867435</id><published>2008-04-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:37:12.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting Again.</title><content type='html'>I'm still super sick. Ughhhhhh. Talk about tapering. It is not good on my psyche to not be running. And tomorrow I won't be able to run either. FRUSTRATING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2832470142117867435?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2832470142117867435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2832470142117867435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2832470142117867435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2832470142117867435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/resting-again.html' title='Resting Again.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6262595960346374122</id><published>2008-04-02T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:01:13.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I could have gone to the gym no matter what today! I woke up feeling 18 times worse! I don't think any signs of improvement are on the horizon either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6262595960346374122?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6262595960346374122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6262595960346374122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6262595960346374122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6262595960346374122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/rest.html' title='Rest.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-5398989614983329708</id><published>2008-04-01T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:05:17.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Should Have Been 5 Miles</title><content type='html'>I was going to do my speed training work out that I have done the past two Tuesdays, but I just couldn't do it. On Sunday Evening I noticed that I was getting a cough and it just kept getting worse and worse. I decided to still go to the gym because I don't want to skip any workouts. Well I did the first two miles fine, rested three minutes while getting on a new treadmill, and then did mile three at a 8:20 mile pace. Well, this was a bit much for my lungs. I was trying not to breathe in deep because that would cause a major coughing spell. It was just really difficult to get through that mile and at the end of it my chest was burning!! The lungs are not in great shape right now. So I did a fourth mile at a 9:40 mile pace and then called it quits. My back hurt and I couldn't breathe properly. I have been sick now for over four weeks and this newest bout of gunk has me worried. I really need healthy lung for the race in a mere 17 days!!! I'm pretty sure tomorrow I will have to rest because I can tell it's only getting worse!!!! So much for training for a marathon keeping your immune system up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-5398989614983329708?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5398989614983329708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=5398989614983329708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5398989614983329708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5398989614983329708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-should-have-been-5-miles.html' title='4 Should Have Been 5 Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2476260297804922546</id><published>2008-03-31T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:58:45.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.25 elliptical miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2476260297804922546?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2476260297804922546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2476260297804922546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2476260297804922546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2476260297804922546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/425-elliptical-miles.html' title='4.25 elliptical miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-4932111668916750622</id><published>2008-03-29T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:50:53.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WooooooooooooHooooooooooooo, Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya, God Bless the U.S.A and My Running Legs, BaBam, I am Awesome!   21 miles!</title><content type='html'>Yes you read it right, my 20 mile run today turned into a 21 mile run! Don't be too impressed, I ran it kind of slow. 3 hours 37 minutes, 10:22 minute mile average, actually, yes, be impressed. I went 21 miles for crying out loud!! :) The thing that I have loved about training for this marathon is that I am constantly amazing myself, today being no exception. Let me start from the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my friend Carla at 7 this morning and we took her car 7 miles down the Orting trail, parked it and went back to the hometown to start. I had my capris on and then decided to change into my skirt since that is what I was thinking of wearing in the actual marathon. It was a little cold, but I didn't mind. We got going and I felt great right from the beginning! We were doing 10 minute miles. (I stopped at mile 4 to uses the facilities and put my iPod under my sleeve. Rain, but not too bad) I felt a little tired at mile 5, so I took a gel pack. We met up with my sister in law Lindsay at mile 7. I said good bye to Carla and welcomed Lindsay. I started running slower because Lindsay's pace is a little slower than mine, by about a minute. At mile 11.75 my stomach felt a little hungry. So I took another gel pack. We had gone out three miles and then turned around, so we got back to her car at mile 13 for me. I took 600 milligrams of ibuprofen and pushed on. I knew we couldn't stop for long because I was cramping up. After that I told Lindser I was going to push ahead a little lit but would not get too far ahead before coming back to her. This was working well and then I looked back and she was walking. (She doesn't have a fuel belt) So I ran back to her and discovered that she was so hot she felt like she was going to pass out! She was wearing under armour on the top and the bottom. I told her to stip down right on that trail, next to the road and take off that under armour top. So I held her hat, watch, and ipod and had her T-shirt ready to put on quick while she took off the under armour top. It was kind of funny. I gave her a water bottle and the problem was solved! I was still feeling really good. When we got back to the spot where I used the bathroom, sure enough, Carla's dropped water bottle was still there! (Mile 16ish)I ran it back to Lindsay and continued on my way. I kept making sure I didn't lose sight of Lindsay, and if I did, I immediately turned around to go back to find her. At mile 18 I took another gel pack. Doing this made me realize I was HUNGRY!! You know like when you don't know you're hungry and then you eat something and think, holy cow I'm hungry. That is exactly what happened. So at mile 19 I ate a pack of lunar moons. Basically they are suppose to be like a gel pack, but they are gummies, kind of like gum drops. They were good too. I was still feeling good, especially after eating the gel pack and moons. I was PUMPED when I hit mile 20! (3 hours 27 minutes) I made a big scene throwing my arms up in the air! However I was not at the start. I had picked up some extra mileage checking on Lindser. I was feeling really good, so I kept going. I didn't want to walk a mile back to my car. (I wasn't really sure how far it was at the time.) When I could see my car, I was at 20.8 miles. I was too close to not make it an even 21 miles. So I just went until I hit 21 and then stopped and walked. I was sooooooo excited to be done and so proud of myself. Once again I felt a little overwhelmed by emotion. My eyes watered a tiny, but no tear drops or anything. I couldn't believe I had just run 21 miles and I actually felt pretty dang good. I was tired, of course, but my knees felt good, my hips felt good. What a relief. At that moment, I KNEW that I could do this marathon!! I have complete confidence in myself now. The only thing that bothered my while running was the balls of my feet. All that pound pound on the ground was taking it's toll, but nothing too bad, just annoying. Overall, I felt great. I amazed myself today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out SLC, here I come, and I am ready!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. After the run I went to Farelli's and got a full size order of cheesy bread sticks with ranch and marinara sauce. I ate 2/3 of that baby loaded up with ranch. It was like one part bread stick, two parts ranch. Then I got home and took a two hour nap. I'm feeling it now. I got out of bed and my legs were like lead. They didn't want to move. My muscles are a little tight everywhere and my hip is hurting somewhat. But still, that's pretty darn good. I ran 21 miles today!!!! Go me. (I think I'm finally done bragging.) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. A special thanks to Carla and Lindser for making this a great run. I couldn't have done it without you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I just want to note that all week I had told myself this was going to be a great run. And it was. Never underestimate the power of the mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-4932111668916750622?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4932111668916750622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=4932111668916750622' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4932111668916750622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4932111668916750622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/woooooooooooohooooooooooooo-ya-ya-ya-ya.html' title='WooooooooooooHooooooooooooo, Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya, God Bless the U.S.A and My Running Legs, BaBam, I am Awesome!   21 miles!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3426684579069597063</id><published>2008-03-26T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:57:44.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 miles</title><content type='html'>I had a good, but cold run outside tonight. The only problem was the route I took had me stopping to cross streets way to much! And about half way through I had to go to the bathroom and so I chose to go into the Whole Foods Grocery store as apposed to the AMPM across the street. Turns out there was a line at the grocery store and I swear it took 10 minutes. As a bonus though, there were drinking fountains right next to the bathrooms. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3426684579069597063?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3426684579069597063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3426684579069597063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3426684579069597063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3426684579069597063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/8-miles.html' title='8 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8416557897719255052</id><published>2008-03-26T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:59:09.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Body Spirit Update</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to write a post about how I'm feeling. With a mere three and a half weeks until race day, I'm starting to get really nervous. There are a couple of reasons why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My back is bothering me more than I care to admit. I'm worried after this weekend's 20 mile run, I may be out of commission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On the marathon mommies blog, girls were posting about how they are doing and I noticed most everyone had already completed a 20 mile run and still had one or more to go. I, on the other had, am only doing one. I'm just so worried that my training isn't going to be enough. The truth is, I am confident that I will finish. Period. The problem is that I do have a time in my mind that I would like to finish in, 4hours 20 min. or less, and I think I am going to be disappointed if I don't make that. And I'm nervous that my body is going to be a wreck by the end of it. At the same time, I am super glad that I jumped from the intermediate plan to the beginner plan when I originally hurt my back. I really don't think I would have lasted much longer on the intermediate plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting worried about what I'm going to wear and what I'm going to carry with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell you how bummed I am that Nate and the kids are no longer going to be able to come. Now that we know Nate is going to BYU in the fall, it doesn't make sense to pay for everyone to go to SLC when we will be moving there three months later. Originally, it was going to be our final trip to Utah before going to the East Coast, or staying here. Funny how life works. In every marathon vision that I have had, the kids are there at the finish line with Nate. And actually I envisioned them along the course too holding signs. I just really wanted them to have a memory of their Mom accomplishing something great. So bummed. My mom did buy a ticket to come so that's exciting. Plus I will have my two sisters there, Kimm and Kylee, two sisters in law, Lindsay and Jana- two of Nate's sisters may even come, and one brother there, Jeff. So it's not like I'm going to be totally by myself. And of course I'm meeting up with some marathon mommies the day before, so that is super exciting and who knows, maybe one of them may want to run at the same pace that I want to. That would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my feet are nasty! It is now officially spring and my feet couldn't be in any worse shape to be in sandals! Because I think only Kelly and Michelle look at this blog(and I really appreciate your comments and support!!!!!!!) I am going to post a picture! Warning, total nastiness below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R-rA-l_kipI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wGZiimOCxO0/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R-rA-l_kipI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wGZiimOCxO0/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182166502826347154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all my worries, I am totally totally totally excited and can't believe that race day is almost here!!!!! Wow, what a journey this has been so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I forgot to mention that my achilles tendons do feel much better than they have in a while. All that icing and ibuprofen paid off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8416557897719255052?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8416557897719255052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8416557897719255052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8416557897719255052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8416557897719255052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/mind-body-spirit-update.html' title='Mind Body Spirit Update'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R-rA-l_kipI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wGZiimOCxO0/s72-c/DSC00770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-282897030273245868</id><published>2008-03-25T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:47:20.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 speed training miles</title><content type='html'>I did the same work out that I did last Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 miles half marathon pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mile 10k pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mile 10k pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800meters 5k pace&lt;br /&gt; 800 meters 5k pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this work out so much!!! The problem is that tomorrow I'll run outside for 8 miles, and then on Thursday when I have to go back to the gym, it will be hard to do 5 regular treadmill miles. Oh well, life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-282897030273245868?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/282897030273245868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=282897030273245868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/282897030273245868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/282897030273245868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/5-speed-training-miles.html' title='5 speed training miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8189463782776800803</id><published>2008-03-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:45:15.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday: 4 elliptical miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8189463782776800803?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8189463782776800803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8189463782776800803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8189463782776800803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8189463782776800803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-4-elliptical-miles.html' title='Monday: 4 elliptical miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3707051265231198617</id><published>2008-03-24T14:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:07:29.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday: 13.1 miles</title><content type='html'>I decided while I was running that I would do a half marathon instead of my 12 scheduled miles. Mostly because I had done a 4 mile run instead of a 5 the day before. I started out at a pretty fast pace and just decided to go with it. It lasted about 2 miles and then I slowed down to about a 9:45 second pace. I decided to keep it there because that's the pace I would like to run the marathon at. I got myself on a new trail by accident, the sidewalk took an unexpected turn under a bridge, and I decided to go with it. I was pretty sure it would dump me out onto the Lake Sammamish trail. It did. About .25 miles from that was another new trail that I was planning on trying out. It was the Issaquah-Preston trail. It was super great at first. I was loving it. The weather was beautiful too! Then it started climbing, up, up, up. I kept pushing along and around every turn there was more hill to be conquered. I thought maybe I was half way to Mt. Rainier at this point! Then the paved trail turned into a gravel little trail and I was in the wilderness! NOT my scene. I'm a big scaredy cat and was imaging mountain lions ready to pounce on me. So I turned around and went back to the Lake Sammamish trail. Turns out I ran up for .9 of a mile! That seems big to me. The rest of the run was pretty uneventful. I tried to keep my pace under 10 minutes. I had to push myself pretty good to do that. Also I had to use hammer gels as apposed to my regular power gels. NEVER again. They are just too thick and just didn't quite give me the boost I was looking for. The plain flavor was the nastiest thing EVER! The apple cinnamon actually wasn't that bad. I finished my own personal 1/2 marathon in 2 hours 7 minutes and some change. My pace was 9 min. 44 sec. average. I was a tiny bit discouraged because that is the pace I want to sustain for the full marathon and I was spent by the end of my run. However, I am still getting over a cold and feel like my lungs aren't quite back to normal yet. Also, my back was giving me more grief than normal and still is. I have been icing and taking anti-inflammatories hoping to keep it under control.......... especially for my 20 mile run this weekend! Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3707051265231198617?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3707051265231198617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3707051265231198617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3707051265231198617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3707051265231198617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-131-miles.html' title='Saturday: 13.1 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-562791860631631201</id><published>2008-03-24T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:53:53.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 21st- 4 treadmill miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-562791860631631201?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/562791860631631201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=562791860631631201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/562791860631631201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/562791860631631201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-march-21st-4-treadmill-miles.html' title='Friday March 21st- 4 treadmill miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2376934691874740680</id><published>2008-03-24T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:53:14.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday= Big fat skipped day.</title><content type='html'>I was at Jordan's track meet in the hometown and just didn't make it home in time to get to the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2376934691874740680?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2376934691874740680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2376934691874740680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2376934691874740680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2376934691874740680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-big-fat-skipped-day.html' title='Thursday= Big fat skipped day.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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across this speed training workout on Julia's blog. (The girl that Erin writes to). So I thought I would give it a try.  Can I just tell you I loved it! It felt so good to run faster than normal! My five miles flew by. Here was my workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 miles at 1/2 marathon pace. 8:49 min./mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes walk/rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mile 10K pace. 8:00 min/mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes walk/rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mile 10K pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes walk/rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800 meters 5K pace. 7:19 min./mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute walk/rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800 meters 5K pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will all the resting and my small warm up and cool down I went a total of 6 miles. I feel really good. AND I did this workout from 10 to 11pm tonight! Nate hit the gym first tonight when the kids went to bed, that's why it was so late. I almost skipped it too, but I knew I could not skip any more runs! I should mention that Nate deserved to go to the gym first as I took a nap the second he walked in the door at 5pm and didn't get up until 7:30pm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8252099954350861265?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8252099954350861265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8252099954350861265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8252099954350861265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8252099954350861265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/speed-training.html' title='Speed Training!- Tuesday March 18th'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-760766546365123273</id><published>2008-03-19T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:16:07.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Elliptical Miles- Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-760766546365123273?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/760766546365123273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=760766546365123273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/760766546365123273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/760766546365123273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-elliptical-miles-monday.html' title='4 Elliptical Miles- Monday'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-5377121450943981911</id><published>2008-03-15T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:29:32.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Hard Hard Miles</title><content type='html'>But I did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my chant that I say to get psyched up mentally I say, "I am mind-body-spirit strong." Today I was none of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically had myself psyched out from the beginning. All day on Friday I kept thinking about all the reasons why the run would be hard. 1.I was alone. 2.It was 18 miles, the longest I've run. 3.It was going to be rainy 4.I was on a trail that I had a bad run on the last time I was on it. The trail is dreary and boring. Dead brown grass all around, next to a river. 5.I only managed one 5 mile run during the week. (The reason there aren't posts between last Saturday's run and this one.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much I hit a wall before I even began. Every step was tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, my body(knees,hips) felt surprisingly really good for 18 miles! I felt confident about that. Even tough it was such a tough run, I still managed an average of 10:16 sec. miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that saved me on this run was the fact that at mile 6 the trail turned out to be part of the course of the first half marathon that I ran! It was fun to think about that as I ran along the course. It was miles 10-13 of the half marathon. I was running it backward when I got to it, but when I turned around, then I was running the same direction as I did when I ran the half. So that was fun to think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, glad it's over! And even though it was a very tough run, and I wondered the whole time why I was even doing it, I'm still grateful that I can run. I'm not taking it for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a shorter run next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-5377121450943981911?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5377121450943981911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=5377121450943981911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5377121450943981911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5377121450943981911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/18-hard-hard-miles.html' title='18 Hard Hard Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6776710700288345465</id><published>2008-03-10T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:46:42.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 miles WooooHoooooo!</title><content type='html'>I ran out on the orting trail for this run. It was so great. I started out with my friend Carla, (Debbie is still injured and I'm getting worried our running days together are over. Poor Debbie), and we ran together for 7.5 miles. We parked her car out at the orting park which was 7 miles from where we started. She wanted to run 8 miles, so that why at 7.5 she turned around and went back to her car. It was nice to run with her. I was dreading running back by myself, but I actually enjoyed it. It was a perfect day for running too! I took gel packs at mile 4.8, 9.8, and 14. I hit a wall at about mile 12 and then put my playlist back to the beginning, because that's where my favorites are, and it really helped. I also used my visualization technique for when I'm tired. I basically imagine myself bursting off the tired outside layer of myself. I actually close my eyes for a second and open them with a burst and say, "poof." I'm kind of embarrassed to admit it, but it really works. I felt way better and then took a gel pack at mile 14 and boy that really helped too. The first two I took were with no caffeine, because it negatively affects my intestines, and I waited to use the caffeinated one until the end. It works like a miracle. I'm telling you I think my fastest mile was my last mile! The running group that Lindsay belongs to was running on the same trail and they were there at the finish. The head guy saw me a few times along the trail and when just about finished he gave my a little encouragement. I liked that. &lt;br /&gt;As far as my body is concerned, I was really happy. My back did WAY better than I had expected, and I just had the usually aches that go along with running. I was sore the next day, but hey, what else is to be expected? So I'm happy and feeling more confident at this point!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6776710700288345465?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6776710700288345465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6776710700288345465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6776710700288345465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6776710700288345465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/16-miles-woooohoooooo.html' title='16 miles WooooHoooooo!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8728841697416007887</id><published>2008-03-06T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:41:25.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 miles</title><content type='html'>For some reason this was a hard run for me. After 1/4 of a mile, I had decided I was quitting at 1 mile. But when I got to one mile, the Eye of a Tiger song was on so I kept going. Once again I used my chant in my head over and over and I made it four miles. I think the problem was that I wore the most annoying shorts in the world. They are mesh shorts with spandex underneath and the spandex was riding up like crazy. Ugh. I will never wear them again!!! Physically I felt pretty good! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I bought some new chapsticks that were all candy flavors. Nerds, blow pop, laffy taffy, tootsie roll, sugar babies, etc. Well, I put on the grape/strawberry one just before I went into the gym, said hi to the friendly gym guy that knows me by now, and went upstairs to the cardio room. As I got to the top of the stairs I saw myself surrounded by mirrors on every wall and was mortified to see my lips were the brightest eighties style hot pink!!!!! I immediately started wiping them off. Apparently the nerds chapstick does not go on clear. So embarrassing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8728841697416007887?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8728841697416007887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8728841697416007887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8728841697416007887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8728841697416007887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-miles.html' title='4 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3882178632171070572</id><published>2008-03-06T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:38:11.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6.25 Treadmill Miles</title><content type='html'>I got to the gym and realized I forgot my iPod, and my Gatorade. Nice huh. But, I repeated my chant over and over in my head and it was all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3882178632171070572?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3882178632171070572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3882178632171070572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3882178632171070572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3882178632171070572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/625-treadmill-miles-with-annonying-lady.html' title='6.25 Treadmill Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-9125761222662999943</id><published>2008-03-04T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:08:56.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival Mode</title><content type='html'>I figure that I have 4 more weeks to power through and then I have three weeks of tapering until the marathon. That is do-able in my mind. I am totally in survival mode for 4 weeks. I can do it. It doesn't matter anymore what hurts............I'm just going to.....................Git R Done! (I hope you read that how I am saying it in my mind). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I did 3ish cross trainer miles. Is that what that machine is called? It doesn't have moving arm thingies. Maybe it's a cross ramp. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did 4 miles on the treadmill. I used my new shoes and am happy to report that they fit perfectly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!! They are wide enough, and long enough. My toes are singing songs they are so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get through the 4 mile today, I moved treadmills twice. Yes, third treadmill is a charm. Biggest Loser Couples was on and I really wanted to be right in front of a TV! Also, I kept saying a little chant to myself. I got the idea from the "Nonrunner Marathon Trainer" book I am reading. It went like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a marathoner. I love running. I am mind-body-spirit strong. I run for my kids. I run for my husband. I run for ME. I CAN do it. I am a marathoner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book suggest repeating your phrase every morning and several time throughout the day, everyday. I love doing it. It totally works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My IT band isn't hurting at the moment. I remembered to stretch it today. Hmmm, funny how that works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-9125761222662999943?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/9125761222662999943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=9125761222662999943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/9125761222662999943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/9125761222662999943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/survival-mode.html' title='Survival Mode'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6363106371867122710</id><published>2008-03-02T22:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:58:09.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 treadmill miles</title><content type='html'>I was going to rest on Sat. too, but I just couldn't. My body needed it, but my mind couldn't take it. My back was feeling OK so I thought I would give running a try on the treadmill so that 1)I could stop whenever I needed to 2)I could avoid hills and 3) I wouldn't have to carry my fuel belt around my waist. I should have done 16 miles, planned on doing 12, and ended up doing 7. I had two baptisms to attend in the morning at 10am and 12:30am, so a morning run was out. When I got home from the second baptism, I went to the gym. I was feeling guilty for leaving Nate home AGAIN. So that's why I quit early and my back wasn't hurting, but it wasn't feeling normal either. I figured less was more on this day. I came home super happy that my back wasn't feeling horrible, but then immediately bummed as my IT band starting hurting me pretty good when I got cooled down. Honestly, if it's not one thing, it's another. I'm sick of my body being so lame. I'm really going to try to complain less........ starting tomorrow! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I totally used a gel pack at mile 4.75. Can you just imagine me at the gym eating a gel pack. Too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6363106371867122710?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6363106371867122710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6363106371867122710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6363106371867122710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6363106371867122710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/7-treadmill-miles.html' title='7 treadmill miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-5965675190745949333</id><published>2008-03-02T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:52:53.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rested Thursday and Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-5965675190745949333?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5965675190745949333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=5965675190745949333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5965675190745949333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5965675190745949333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/rested-thursday-and-friday.html' title='Rested Thursday and Friday'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-1901372210367950805</id><published>2008-02-27T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:57:50.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 elliptical miles</title><content type='html'>Today my back really really hurt. It got to the point where I had to lay on the couch and not move and I thought I might throw up from the pain. So I iced it, and then heated it and it felt a lot better. Later I decided to go to the gym and do the elliptical. I was pleasantly surprised that it didn't hurt me. I wasn't going gung ho or anything, but still glad it wasn't hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-1901372210367950805?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1901372210367950805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=1901372210367950805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1901372210367950805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1901372210367950805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-elliptical-miles.html' title='3 elliptical miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7945157920747496018</id><published>2008-02-26T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:17:13.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.48 elliptical miles and 8.11 road/trail miles</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, monday I did the elliptical to try and give my knees a break. Today I got to run outside, which is always nice. I tried out my new skirt, the one I was hoping I could use in the marathon. Turns out the compression shorts underneath ride up, which doesn't really bug me. However, the bottom of them are tighter and ribbed, and when one leg rides up farther than the other, it creates a perfect chaffing situation. No good. The skirt is super cute though and will be used often in shorter runs, and with my body glide which I didn't use today. The run was fun too because I went on a new route and found some trails through some blueberry fields and it was interesting, minus thing scurrying in the bushes scaring me. I was wishing I had brought a gel with me. My stomach was super hungry at about mile 5 and I got feeling pretty weak. The last time I did 8 miles, well 7, I had a gel pack with me, but didn't' need it. I think it all has to do with how much food is in my system. Lesson learned. My back started bugging me today during this run and is still bugging me. URGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7945157920747496018?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7945157920747496018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7945157920747496018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7945157920747496018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7945157920747496018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/548-elliptical-miles-and-811-roadtrail.html' title='5.48 elliptical miles and 8.11 road/trail miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6200248155411843664</id><published>2008-02-26T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:10:14.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thinking About Quitting</title><content type='html'>Except for that I'm way to competitive to quit. If I hadn't told so many people that I was going to do this, I might really consider quitting. It's just that the list of things on my body that hurt me all day long is getting longer and longer. Add to it now: my lower back. Not good people. I'm really hoping my new shoes help. It's just so frustrating. It's not how I imagined my training going, not even close. I really feel like my body is breaking down piece by piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6200248155411843664?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6200248155411843664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6200248155411843664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6200248155411843664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6200248155411843664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-thinking-about-quitting.html' title='I&apos;m Thinking About Quitting'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-1451141056716835758</id><published>2008-02-23T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:19:02.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Miles</title><content type='html'>I went down to the hometown today to run with my S.I.L Lindsay. AKA: Lindser, Linserelli. She runs with a marathon training group that has aide stations all set up. Too fun. We ran at a slower pace for me, and a faster pace for her. When it was all said and done, our average mile time was 10:57 miles per hour. I think it was good for me to slow down a little bit, even though at times I was wanting to push forward faster. I felt pretty good, aches and pains would come and go the whole run. It's kinda funny how that works. We would stop at the aid stations, get some water, stretch if needed and continue. I'm not used to stopping. I don't think my knees liked that. There were feeling tight and after our last stop, they didn't recover. For some reason my shoulders tightened up so much the last mile. That was the worst part. However, the scenery was beautiful. We ran along a river, by fields, cows, horses, and even an emu farm. Crazy. It was so fun to be able to do a long training run with Linds. She was having some hamstring troubles the whole time, poor thing. We were pretty proud of ourselves when we finished!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udate on my shoes: I ended up taking back the New Balance shoes. I also took back the Addidas Supernovas I bought during the week. I ended up finding a pair of shoes like the ones I'm currently wearing on line. It's kind of a miracle since they are a model that was new two years ago and is no longer being made. I hope that this internet company is the real deal and they get here soon!!! (Saucony Triumph 3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-1451141056716835758?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1451141056716835758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=1451141056716835758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1451141056716835758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1451141056716835758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/11-miles.html' title='11 Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8614060129304571093</id><published>2008-02-23T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:11:11.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fat Zero miles on Thursday and Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8614060129304571093?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8614060129304571093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8614060129304571093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8614060129304571093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8614060129304571093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-fat-zero-miles-on-thursday-and.html' title='Big Fat Zero miles on Thursday and Friday'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-294711579760175062</id><published>2008-02-21T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:32:16.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Easy Goin' Miles</title><content type='html'>I decided to give another new pair of shoes a try on the treadmill today. They were the Addidas Supernovas. (Mens) I decided I'm taking them back tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to run a little bit to keep my muscles loose, but still give my legs a chance to heal. So I just took it easy. I think tomorrow I will do the elliptical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-294711579760175062?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/294711579760175062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=294711579760175062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/294711579760175062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/294711579760175062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-easy-goin-miles.html' title='2 Easy Goin&apos; Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-5331027456866120472</id><published>2008-02-19T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:22:52.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Chocolate.</title><content type='html'>Anyone else out there an emotional eater? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel like going to the gym today. I'm not doing great physically or mentally at this point in time. Mentally, I probably really could use a good workout, but physically, it's just not a good idea. There you have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-5331027456866120472?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5331027456866120472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=5331027456866120472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5331027456866120472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/5331027456866120472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-need-chocolate.html' title='I Need Chocolate.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7856831307601579724</id><published>2008-02-18T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:35:24.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Bothersome Miles.</title><content type='html'>I feel like my body is starting to break down. More specifically my legs. I need to solve this shoe dilemma and fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7856831307601579724?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7856831307601579724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7856831307601579724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7856831307601579724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7856831307601579724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/4-bothersome-miles.html' title='4 Bothersome Miles.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7989665094890075168</id><published>2008-02-16T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:07:05.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17.2 miles!!!!! WHAT!</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe I got up this morning and ran this far! Especially since I had a ROUGH night and didn't even try to get to sleep until 3:30am and the alarm went off at 6:30am. Not even exaggerating. Let's just say that Kyah has croup, which if you have never had a child have this, you think they are going to die because they can't breath and are making horrible sounds. Anyway, back to the run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I got new running shoes yesterday. New Balance 768. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R7eWrMup-OI/AAAAAAAAB1E/b4_dZ7khxZs/s1600-h/newbalance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R7eWrMup-OI/AAAAAAAAB1E/b4_dZ7khxZs/s320/newbalance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167764766326388962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran on the East Lake Sammamish Trail again today. It is a crushed rock surface. I was iffy about the shoes from the get-go. My arches hurt, but I'm pretty sure that was from running with inserts in last week that were to much of an arch support for me. By mile 9, my knees already hurt. Not like something is wrong hurt, but the "I will never be able to start running again if I stop because my knees are tight" kind of hurt. Which is why I have the .2 on there. Debbie had to stop to use the bathroom at mile 14 and I knew I was toast if I stopped, so I jogged up for a minute and then turned around to go and meet her. And just so she doesn't feel bad, I had to use the bathroom at mile 1 folks and again at mile 4. That's what happens when you chug the G2 right before you run. (No, I didn't learn my lesson from the last time.) Also, my second toe on my left foot was hitting the seam of the shoe. It was annoying and left a large blister. The balls of my feet ached after we were done. Another reason I'm iffy on the shoes. But I'm wondering how much of this is from running 17 miles and how much is actually from the shoes. Pretty much everything from my waist down hurt when I was done. Last week after our 15 mile run, we really really felt good. Today was not quite the same. I feel like a big whiner in this post so let me cheer it up a little bit. We really did have a good run. We had lots to talk about and honestly it flew by- for something that took 2 hours 56 minutes, it flew by. It is soooooooooooooo nice to run with Debbie. And, most of my aches and pains are gone, except of course the achilles tendons, and my toes. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just tell you, never in my life did I ever imagine I would get up on a Sat. and run 17 miles. I am Amazing. (So is Debbie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7989665094890075168?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7989665094890075168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7989665094890075168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7989665094890075168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7989665094890075168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/172-miles-what.html' title='17.2 miles!!!!! 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I averaged 9 min. 59 sec. miles, which was good considering the hills I was running. I did have to stop at Debbie's house to use the bathroom. Duh. That's what I get for chugging a gatorade just before I ran to make up for my lack of liquid consumption in the morning and afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, off to Fleet Feet to get new shoes. Yayayayayayaayayayyyayyyayayayay! My purple toenails are already thanking me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3584709421505839032?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3584709421505839032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3584709421505839032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3584709421505839032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3584709421505839032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/675-mile-valentine-run.html' title='A 6.75 Mile Valentine Run!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3461845206498732263</id><published>2008-02-14T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:27:10.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 miles</title><content type='html'>I ran 4 miles on the treadmill today. It felt good. I ran faster than I normally do and that felt nice. I did 2 miles at a 9:05 mile pace and 2 miles at a 8:33 mile pace. I used my inserts in my shoes today for the first time running. I think I will take them back. They didn't hurt my knees or anything, but there was a big annoying fat lump in my arches. I did get used to them after 2.5 miles, but I still think I may like the less aggressive ones better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I realized that I should be way embarrassed about my white legs at the gym. NO ONE is as white as me! But I am in a phase in my life where I am "owning" my body so to speak. It is what it is at the moment and I'm going to "own" it. Whatever. I'm not going to hide my white legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman &lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally &lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman &lt;br /&gt;That's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3461845206498732263?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3461845206498732263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3461845206498732263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3461845206498732263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3461845206498732263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/4-miles_14.html' title='4 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8880102451474803099</id><published>2008-02-12T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:14:37.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 miles</title><content type='html'>Today I got to run outside because Nate came home from work at 4:15pm. I knew I had to get out the door quick because there was only so much light left. I wore my hydration belt with two bottles filled up. I kind of wanted to get used to it. I took along a gel pack too, but didn't use it. The run was hilly, but that was kind of nice since I have only been doing the treadmill and flat trails on my long runs. I used the suggestions in my book to stay possitive mentally. I do best using the self talk method. I was telling myself on the hills, "I love hills, I love hills, they make my buns firm. :) ) Other things I found myself saying, "I never get tired, I love running, I love running in the rain, I AM a marathoner!) Yes, I got rained on.... a lot. But it really was fine with me. And it made for an awesome rainbow!!! The sky looked awesome today as the sun was setting and the sky was almost purple with some coulds. It reminded me of spartan spirit. (My high school colors were purple and gold) There was one part when I came out of the trees and was heading down my big hill and the sun was shining bright on me and it was so cool. Then I got too low on the hill and it was back to being in the dark. Overall, a good run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8880102451474803099?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8880102451474803099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8880102451474803099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8880102451474803099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8880102451474803099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/8-miles.html' title='8 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6802959490085988904</id><published>2008-02-11T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:07:23.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 miles</title><content type='html'>Today I only did .6 miles on the treadmill before I had to get off. I wore my old shoes because my newer shoes are a little small and two of my toenails are super sore after my 15 mile run on Sat. Anyway, the minute I started running things were not feeling great. My heel was really bugging me. It was very deja vu of when I had plantar facaitis before when I had the exact same model of shoes that had put in too many miles. Not wanted to repeat history, I hopped off the treadmill and over to the elliptical. I went hard core for 3.4 miles! I actually felt sweat running down my forehead. (Nice, I know) I kept my heart rate between 150 and 160. It felt good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My spellcheck is still not working!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6802959490085988904?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6802959490085988904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6802959490085988904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6802959490085988904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6802959490085988904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/4-miles_11.html' title='4 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8352952859403478892</id><published>2008-02-10T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:42:31.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 miles</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Debbie and I did a 15 mile run!!! We were both anxious about it the night before and didn't sleep well. We decided to run on the Cedar River Trail. It was the first day that we used our fuel belts. When we got to the trail head. It was cold, rainy, and windy. We got started quickly as we were cold! We warmed up really quick though and the rain stopped very soon too! It was still kind of a dreary day out and for some reason I was struggling! I just kept thinking how my hip was already hurting and how the belt was weighing me down. We ran about 30 seconds slower with the fuel belts on. It was kind of hard for me because it seemed like Debbie was always a step ahead of me and really wanted to speed up. I felt like I was catching up. I was telling Debbie how I was being such a whiner in my head and that I was really having a tough time. Then she YELLED, "Are you a marathoner?" and I yelled back, "I am a marathoner!" Then we laughed and laughed. It must of worked because soon after that I felt great (about mile 6) and the rest of the run was great from there on out. Well, almost. I had to go to the bathroom super bad at about mile 9.5. We knew we had seen a porta potty, but weren't sure how far away it was. We finally found it at about mile 12.5 (we run out and back) Anyway, it was barely in time!!! Phew!  What is the deal with my body????? We felt really really great at the end of our run and couldn't believe how good we felt for having just completed 15 miles~! WOW. And Debbie's knees didn't hurt her like they normally do because she just got new shoes Friday. Everythings good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta~&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I did ice my achilles tendon when I got home and hope that it isn't going to become an issue! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. We didn't use our iPods because I don't think I'm going to use it in the marathon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8352952859403478892?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8352952859403478892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8352952859403478892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8352952859403478892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8352952859403478892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/15-miles.html' title='15 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-4580976330482985741</id><published>2008-02-10T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:38:01.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 3.5 elliptical miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-4580976330482985741?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4580976330482985741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=4580976330482985741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4580976330482985741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4580976330482985741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/friday-35-elliptical-miles.html' title='Friday 3.5 elliptical miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8653409234986730535</id><published>2008-02-10T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:37:19.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday: Totally skipped my 7 mile run!</title><content type='html'>Nate had a final meeting to go over his BYU essays at 8:30pm, the time I go to the gym. So I missed. BUT all his aps are now turned in so that won't happen anymore! Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8653409234986730535?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8653409234986730535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8653409234986730535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8653409234986730535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8653409234986730535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/thursday-totally-skipped-my-7-mile-run.html' title='Thursday: Totally skipped my 7 mile run!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-41572304719861473</id><published>2008-02-10T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:34:07.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed. 4 miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-41572304719861473?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/41572304719861473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=41572304719861473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/41572304719861473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/41572304719861473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/wed-4-miles.html' title='Wed. 4 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-3432485515066350699</id><published>2008-02-05T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:42:41.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 miles!</title><content type='html'>Today I was throwing a baby shower and so I didn't get to the gym until 9:45pm. Yuck. And I had just stuffed myself full of yummy baby shower food. BUT IT DOESN"T MATTER I told myself! I ran a mile on a treadmill not infront of the TV, then my normal treadmill opened up. Yeah. So I switched at a mile and started again. This was good timing. I had six miles left to do in front of the TV which unfotunately was on CNN or something that was reporting on Super Tuesday. Don't get me wrong, I'm interested in politics, but not for one hour straight while I was running. Anyway, it was fine, plus I had my ipod. The problem today was that I needed to use the bathroom in a major way for 4 whole miles!!! It was a true emergency when I finally was finished. I shut the treadmill off so fast, didn't even wipe it down, and pretty much ran to the bathroom!!!! Luckily everything was fine. It was a close call. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-3432485515066350699?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3432485515066350699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=3432485515066350699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3432485515066350699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/3432485515066350699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/7-miles.html' title='7 miles!'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7429082592038631021</id><published>2008-02-05T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:37:29.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 miles</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was able to go on a run in my hometown while Jorday watched the babies. It was so nice to be outside and running during the week! It drizzled on my a little and I didn't care at all. I have been reading a book called, "The nonrunner marathon trainer." (I don't know how to underline) It gives you tips on the mental aspects of running. One of them is to tell youself, it doesn't matter, if you find yourself complaining. So yesterday I was thinking, "it's starting to rain....but IT DOESN'T MATTER!"  Or, my achilles is achy, but IT DOESN'T MATTER!" I love this new technique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7429082592038631021?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7429082592038631021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7429082592038631021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7429082592038631021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7429082592038631021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/4-miles.html' title='4 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-6274941411534880791</id><published>2008-02-02T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:01:33.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 dedicated miles to Gordon B. Hinckley</title><content type='html'>Today my friend Debbie and I ran 14 miles for our dedication run to the Prophet Gordon B. Hinckley.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R6VtN96zIXI/AAAAAAAAB0g/4wvn_HrX_IQ/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R6VtN96zIXI/AAAAAAAAB0g/4wvn_HrX_IQ/s320/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162652634577052018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing on my feet. GBH and 1910-2008. If you look closely, you'll see that at first I wrote 2007 and not 2008. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R6Vslt6zIVI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/5PNLhDUfKnE/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R6Vslt6zIVI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/5PNLhDUfKnE/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162651943087317330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pre-race picture with the Prophet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had really nice weather today considering it was suppose to rain! The sun actually shined on us. It was beautiful. I had quotes from President Hinckley in my coat pocket and read one at every mile. It was a great run. Well, the first 1.35 miles was sketchy. We were at Lake Sammamish State Park where there was suppose to be access to a compact gravel trail. We were on some crazy trail that was totally muddy and at points there were wooden crates to run on so you weren't in the mud/puddles. The crates were slippery. At one point we had to stop and tip toe around a HUGE puddle to avoid getting soaked up past our ankles. Plus, I saw a sign that said, "Attention. Coyotes have been sighted frequently along the trail. Please keep your dogs on a leash. I was very nervous! Luckily though after 1.35 miles, we found the right trail and it was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R6Vs4N6zIWI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Z3k-3zX6XsA/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R6Vs4N6zIWI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Z3k-3zX6XsA/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162652260914897250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-race pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R6VuEd6zIZI/AAAAAAAAB0w/gLQ91miXExA/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R6VuEd6zIZI/AAAAAAAAB0w/gLQ91miXExA/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162653570879922578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muddy shoes. They don't look too bad in this pic, but they were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a great time and it was a really wonderful thing to think about our beloved prophet as we ran and dedicate it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: My knees, hips, arches, ankles, all felt way better this week than last!!! My knees were very tight at mile 13 and were telling me to stop. But it wasn't pain really, just tightness. Because we didn't want to make the trek back through the mud, we went a different way back to the car. It was longer and forced us to have a cool down walk of .5 mile. I think that was actually good. We can't wait to get our fuel belts on Monday! Also, that first 1.35 miles was ran very slow because of the conditions and I think that was really good too to have sort of a warm up mile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-6274941411534880791?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6274941411534880791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=6274941411534880791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6274941411534880791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/6274941411534880791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/14-dedicated-miles-to-gordon-b-hinckley.html' title='14 dedicated miles to Gordon B. Hinckley'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/R6VtN96zIXI/AAAAAAAAB0g/4wvn_HrX_IQ/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-8836249796615306653</id><published>2008-02-01T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:29:15.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Buns. 4.56 miles. Elliptical Style.</title><content type='html'>I did the elliptical tonight since I'm going to be running 14 miles in the morning. Can I just tell you there was the funniest guy at the gym. He was doing the stair stepper/master, whatever you call it, just in front and to the right of me. He was really workin it doing quick short steps. NO JOKE, 45 seconds out of every minute he was turned around checking himself out in the mirror. He totally pulled up his T-shirt so it was about and inch above his shorts. Board shorts at that, you know, like swimwear. AND he had himself leaning his upper body on the machine so his buns were totally sticking out. EWWWWE. But he sure was enjoying the view of himself. I seriously had to try hard to hold in my laughter. If only my iPod had the song, "You're So Vain" on it, that would have been perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-8836249796615306653?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8836249796615306653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=8836249796615306653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8836249796615306653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/8836249796615306653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-buns-456-miles-elliptical-style.html' title='Hello Buns. 4.56 miles. Elliptical Style.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2549362489339612885</id><published>2008-01-31T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:19:11.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I No Longer Deserve an Award. ZERO MILES.</title><content type='html'>I knew that I wouldn't have a chance to run tonight since Nate had an 8 O'clock meeting to go over his essays. So I was planning on going on a run this morning, but my buns just didn't want to get out of bed. So count me for a big fat zero today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2549362489339612885?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2549362489339612885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2549362489339612885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2549362489339612885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2549362489339612885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-i-no-longer-deserve-award-zero.html' title='Why I No Longer Deserve an Award. ZERO MILES.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7821503504100217236</id><published>2008-01-31T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:49:08.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Deserve an Award. 4 miles.</title><content type='html'>I really didn't think I was going to get a chance to go to they gym last night. Nate was looking over essays with some Harvard Grad friends and then at 7 was going to do church stuff and then I thought back to working on essays. I was in my jammies, laying on the couch, watching wife swap waiting for Lost to come on, eating a whole bag of sour patch kids, when Nate walked in at 8:30pm and asked if I was going to the gym. I really really didn't want to, but I got off the couch changed and to the gym in no time! I was so proud of myself. It would have been so easy not to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I had charged to ipod and put a couple new songs on it to distract me. I happen to land on the same treadmill in the backrow in front of the TV too. Score. So the run itself wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't one workout that I do that I don't think about the upcoming marathon at some point in time. Last night I had chapped lips and as a consequence started to think about whether or not I would have space to carry chapstick with me during the race. I started to think that if I didn't have any and my lips were chapped, I would start yelling out to the crowd,"Does anyone have some chapstick? I need some REAL BAD!" Then someone would find some and hand it to me. Then I would tell them, "Thank you so much, I'd kiss you, but my lips are chapped................and I'm married!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks, I really dream up stuff like this while I'm running on the treadmill! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For some reason the spellcheck will not work! Do not judge me on my lack of spelling capabilities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7821503504100217236?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7821503504100217236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7821503504100217236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7821503504100217236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7821503504100217236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-i-deserve-award-4-miles.html' title='Why I Deserve an Award. 4 miles.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-4860869321491297222</id><published>2008-01-30T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:13:27.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 super long miles</title><content type='html'>Last night I couldn't post about my run because my husband was working on his essays when I got home. Anyway, I hadn't looked at my training schedule yet and thought that I had a 5 mile run, but when I looked at 7pm, I saw 7!!! What! So I quickly got dressed and told Nate he would have to put the kids to bed because I was losing the desire to get my buns to the gym exponentially by the minute! It was bad enough that this run was going to be on the treadmill, but on top of that I was going to have to do it WITHOUT my ipod! Uggggh. I had decided on wearing my new blue pair of Nike shorts with the undies built into them. They are shorter than any other pair I own so I was feeling a little self conscious. I knew I needed a treadmill in the back row so no one could look at me while I was running. And because what if they happen to be a bad pair of shorts that would get all caught up in my thighs while I run, that was the other reason I needed to be in the back. When I got to the gym, all treadmills were full! Super lucky for me, one in the back right in front of the TV opened up! YES! The sonics were playing, not too excited at the beginning, and I was hoping that American idol would come on at any second since I requested it at the front desk. No such luck. The first mile I just kept telling myself, just get through the first mile that one is the hardest. I still wasn't feeling better by mile two. Then I was telling my self that once I got through half of the run, 3.5 miles, I would walk. I knew at some point I would have to turn the treadmill off and restart it at some point in time since it only goes for one hour. By the time I got to 3.5 miles, I was finally in a groove and decided to go with it. At mile 6 I had to turn it off and restart since I was at 60 minutes. Too bad because the last mile was torturous as a result! But I made it and that all that matters! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The shorts worked out fairly nicely. The built in undies didn't give me a wedge and they didn't ride up my thighs. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-4860869321491297222?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4860869321491297222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=4860869321491297222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4860869321491297222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/4860869321491297222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/7-super-long-miles.html' title='7 super long miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2973596619340758512</id><published>2008-01-28T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:26:08.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4.3 miles- Elliptical Style</title><content type='html'>I have decided to cross train on Mondays as well as Fridays until my body feels better after long runs. I went on the elliptical for 45 minutes and did 4.3 miles. Doesn't sound tough, but I did get the best work out I could. I had that baby cranked up so it was tough to do. (Well, only a 10 out of 20) My heart rate was up the whole time, so that was good. I also did some ab work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2973596619340758512?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2973596619340758512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2973596619340758512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2973596619340758512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2973596619340758512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/43-miles-elliptical-style.html' title='4.3 miles- Elliptical Style'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-1893801020938841742</id><published>2008-01-26T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:55:25.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.65 miles</title><content type='html'>*****Warning******* Whining in the following post********* Warning**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not a great run. It has me feeling very nervous. First of all, it was freezing!!!!! So stinkin cold this morning. My knee and arch on my left leg/foot were hurting almost immediately. My arch pain went away, but the knee just got worse. Apparently my right leg felt left out and my hip started hurting and my ankle. What the heck is up with that! I felt like such a gimp. I was scheduled to run 9 miles today, but my friend/training partner Debbie was scheduled to run 10. I figured I would run 10 anyway. No biggie. But I felt like I should listen to my body and stop when I did and meet her back at the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing was, we found a new running spot. It was at Marymoor Park in Redmond and there was a nice wide paved trail that went on forever. It was went right next to the Sammamish River. We actually saw two beavers! And we did see a deer leg... so gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we stopped at Footzone to check out fuel belts. I think I'm going to try and find one on Ebay. Also, I decided on getting some inserts for my shoes, and I hope that solves ALL my problems. (I didn't buy them yet, but I am soon. Instead I bought a cute new pair of shorts) I really hope the inserts do the trick because next Saturday's run is 14 miles. Holy Crap. That will be the longest I've ever run. I need to quit looking ahead at the calendar. Too late. I noticed that today's long run is the shortest I have until the Sat. before the race. Double Holy Crap. Excuse my language. (My Grandma would die if she knew I wrote like that......I'm just trying to keep it real!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one other good thing. I got a new pair of undies last night that I tried out today and they were great!!!! In case you are wondering they are Jockey brand, microfiber, bikini cut, color:white. Too much info? Never. Just ask Debbie, she'll tell you I don't believe in too much info!!!! Especially today. Anyway...... tomorrow, REST!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I skipped yesterday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-1893801020938841742?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1893801020938841742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=1893801020938841742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1893801020938841742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/1893801020938841742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/965-miles.html' title='9.65 miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7083636699644375094</id><published>2008-01-24T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:25:52.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Miles</title><content type='html'>I was able to run outside today which was nice! A little cold though. Spring can come at ANY TIME! I think I must have a sign on my head that says Information because it seems like just about every time I run somebody asks me for directions. I'm such a good neighbor kind of gal. :) I think I need to find some flat land to run on and soon. My calves/achilles tendon are not feeling great. Hopefully this won't be an issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7083636699644375094?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7083636699644375094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7083636699644375094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7083636699644375094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7083636699644375094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-miles.html' title='5 Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-2266802355781382298</id><published>2008-01-23T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:07:46.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Miles</title><content type='html'>I skipped Monday and Tuesday of this week in hopes that my body would be feeling perfect by today. I ran 4 miles on the dreadmill, I mean treadmill today. Certainly things are achy, but nothing too bad to complain about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-2266802355781382298?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2266802355781382298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=2266802355781382298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2266802355781382298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/2266802355781382298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-miles.html' title='4 Miles'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969098484816292870.post-7598480933211077038</id><published>2008-01-23T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:00:05.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Official.</title><content type='html'>I have paid my registration money. Come hell or high water I am running the Salt Lake City Marathon on April 19th 2008. I have been loosely following Hal Higdon's 18 week Intermediate 1 plan for this marathon. I am in my sixth week of training right now. I wanted to start this blog so I could have a journal of this experience of training for a marathon. This will be my very first marathon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2969098484816292870-7598480933211077038?l=angfammarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7598480933211077038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2969098484816292870&amp;postID=7598480933211077038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7598480933211077038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2969098484816292870/posts/default/7598480933211077038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angfammarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-official.html' title='It is Official.'/><author><name>Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253805289201789677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p0IJvi6KL7c/RoayOnB3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UFkGHHM7FN0/s400/21507-159-001f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
