<?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-984094130587920913</id><updated>2011-10-12T04:30:52.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a Reason to Run</title><subtitle type='html'>"There are clubs you can't belong to, neighborhoods you can't live in, schools you can't get into, but the roads are always open."   - Nike</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>327</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8490877419370683803</id><published>2011-04-26T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:34:55.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Unlike Me (and a giveaway winner)</title><content type='html'>I haven't run a single mile for about a week and two days.&amp;nbsp; This is so weird for me.&amp;nbsp; I forced myself to take a week off after the half-after-the-failed-STL-full.&amp;nbsp; But the week before the half, I only ran one four-miler.&amp;nbsp; When you add up those miles, plus the infamous marathon and the taper miles preceding, I have only run 36 miles in the past three weeks.&amp;nbsp; Pretty low for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to get out there this week, but was hit with a whammy of a spring-cold.&amp;nbsp; Once again, working out has been put on hold.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow, I think I will head out to Fusion Fitness for a change of pace before I jump into my next round of marathon training.&amp;nbsp; We will see how I feel.&amp;nbsp; Right now, I just feel like I am getting flabby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;In other news--"K" won the Build-A-Sign giveaway!&amp;nbsp; Her mom is her biggest supporter--Congrats, K!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8490877419370683803?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8490877419370683803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-unlike-me-and-giveaway-winner.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8490877419370683803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8490877419370683803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-unlike-me-and-giveaway-winner.html' title='So Unlike Me (and a giveaway winner)'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2327598512647633643</id><published>2011-04-24T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:33:39.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Next Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;After lots of consideration and playing out different ideas in my head again and again, I made the decision about which fall marathon to run this year.&amp;nbsp; This fall I will run...(drum roll, please)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylI3XjerR5M/TbG0TBeLlMI/AAAAAAAABGA/aj2EP37U2hU/s1600/twincities.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylI3XjerR5M/TbG0TBeLlMI/AAAAAAAABGA/aj2EP37U2hU/s320/twincities.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I chose Twin Cities for many reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Good Reviews:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I have heard nothing but good about this race.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Good scenery.&amp;nbsp; Good spectators.&amp;nbsp; Good organization.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;I get to see an old friend:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have a friend who lives up that way whom I have been wanting to visit for quite some time.&amp;nbsp; We survived our first year as teachers in neighboring trailer-classrooms--that is the kind of bond that lasts!&amp;nbsp; Sara is a great, giving person--she even met up with me when I was in Chicago for last fall's marathon--and, from what I hear, she is a great host!&amp;nbsp; She had a baby recently, and it will great to see Sara and little Lakin again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0HlZ407VEc/TbSy6oWb67I/AAAAAAAABGE/qqb6TcPLF_s/s1600/DSCN0983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0HlZ407VEc/TbSy6oWb67I/AAAAAAAABGE/qqb6TcPLF_s/s320/DSCN0983.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sara, her little one, and I in Chicago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;I can still do two races:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; My original thought about going to KC and Dallas was a little flawed.&amp;nbsp; I thought it would be cheaper, but I was wrong.&amp;nbsp; I have free places to stay in the Twin Cities area, and maybe even the chance to carpool.&amp;nbsp; Dallas would be expensive with a stay in hotel and possible flight.&amp;nbsp; If it is warm in the Twin Cities, I can always fall back on The Gobbler Grind, a small marathon in late November in KC.&amp;nbsp; The Gobbler Grind may not be exciting, but it is in KC and it counts as a qualifying race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Elevation!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; After researching all my race choices, my main worry with Kansas City was the elevation profile of the course.&amp;nbsp; There are some major downhills, but they are often preceded by some crazy uphills!&amp;nbsp; I love hills, but I am going to have to be super quick this fall to qualify.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if 3:35 will cut it.&amp;nbsp; I am going to bust my hump to run a 3:30, and I think I will need some downhills for that!&amp;nbsp; Twin cities is relatively flat with what looks like a small uphill from mile 21-24.&amp;nbsp; The elevation change in only 100 ft--nothing compared to the 250ft raise on KC's course.&amp;nbsp; I run Kansas City all the time--those hills can be killers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;I know some people running Twin Cities:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Some girls I know around here are doing the race--hopefully we can do some of our long runs together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am excited to head to Minneapolis/St. Paul in just under six months.&amp;nbsp; Here's to hoping for good weather, excellent scenery, and awesome race day energy!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyone else going to run Twin Cities on October 2nd?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2327598512647633643?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2327598512647633643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-next-marathon.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2327598512647633643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2327598512647633643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-next-marathon.html' title='My Next Marathon'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylI3XjerR5M/TbG0TBeLlMI/AAAAAAAABGA/aj2EP37U2hU/s72-c/twincities.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3393664912086442767</id><published>2011-04-22T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:06:18.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston by 30</title><content type='html'>My goal has always been &lt;b&gt;Boston by 30&lt;/b&gt;. I set this goal after, without even knowing the qualifying times, I coasted to a 3:41:57 at my first marathon--that includes turning around a couple of times to run with a friend.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't until I was done and sharing my time with friends and other runners that I realized just how close I was to running Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life picked up after that first Chicago Marathon--I got married, student-taught, graduated college, whirled through my first year of teaching, suffered through a bad stint of anemia (read:&amp;nbsp; no long runs), got my graduate degree, moved to Kansas City, and got a new teaching job.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, my goal was put on a short hold.&amp;nbsp; I ran halves, but couldn't commit to training for a whole until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought getting out there and qualifying would be easy based on my original marathon time and the my half-marathon PR, but we all know what happened when my feet hit the pavement for my two marathons since getting back in the game--RECORD HEAT!!!&amp;nbsp; And a big lesson:&amp;nbsp; I can't control everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, without a race scheduled before Boston Registration opens in September, I need to focus on which races will get me to Boston in 2013.&amp;nbsp; I will turn 30 in the fall of 2013--so this is it.&amp;nbsp; It is go time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am looking at the Twin Cities, Kansas City, and Dallas in 2011; and Grandma's in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another goal I have is Debt-Free by 30, so money is an issue.&amp;nbsp; Most likely, my finances will only allow travel to one race in 2011 and one in 2012.&amp;nbsp; Twin Cities is known to be fast, but that would be only my chance in the fall.&amp;nbsp; If I did KC and it was a hot day, I could always fall back on Dallas in December.&amp;nbsp; Grandma's is just on the list for good measure--and the fact that I've always wanted to do it and have a friend in the area to stay with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This one&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqlv1lxgimY/TbG0QSkpVUI/AAAAAAAABF4/Pk_wKWpjink/s1600/dallas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqlv1lxgimY/TbG0QSkpVUI/AAAAAAAABF4/Pk_wKWpjink/s320/dallas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_H8OZ0hwmM/TbG0RecVp8I/AAAAAAAABF8/a1t00nQlm28/s1600/kansascitymara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_H8OZ0hwmM/TbG0RecVp8I/AAAAAAAABF8/a1t00nQlm28/s1600/kansascitymara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Or this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylI3XjerR5M/TbG0TBeLlMI/AAAAAAAABGA/aj2EP37U2hU/s1600/twincities.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylI3XjerR5M/TbG0TBeLlMI/AAAAAAAABGA/aj2EP37U2hU/s1600/twincities.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Help me decide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3393664912086442767?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3393664912086442767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-to-do-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3393664912086442767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3393664912086442767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='Boston by 30'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqlv1lxgimY/TbG0QSkpVUI/AAAAAAAABF4/Pk_wKWpjink/s72-c/dallas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7683267416654639778</id><published>2011-04-17T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:50:59.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Redemption</title><content type='html'>I went to a race by myself on Saturday--the hubs didn't even come along.&amp;nbsp; I went on my own to the Oz Half Marathon to find myself a little personal piece of run redemption.&amp;nbsp; After two record-setting temperature marathons and--too be honest--a severe blow to my ego, I needed to remember what I love about running.&amp;nbsp; I found it in--of all places--Olathe, KS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my delight, it wasn't hot out. Believe it or not, the weather wasn't just cold, it was ultra-frigid.&amp;nbsp; The wind was howling--and in Kansas, there is NOTHING to block that wind!&amp;nbsp; Not a complaint was heard, instead all of us runners stood in huddles and gave props to the guys who came out in just a singlet and shorts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't run the &lt;a href="http://www.olathe.org/sports/marathon/"&gt;Oz Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt; for a PR or a medal or a qualifying time; I went for all the things that made me love and stick with running all these years.&amp;nbsp; The runners did all things that I love about the community:&amp;nbsp; stood in awe of the marathon maniac who ran 34 marathons since last June, supported and laughed with our pacers, and encouraged each other along the course, giving special thanks to those push and challenge fellow athletes along the way.&amp;nbsp; A friend of mine even lead a legally blind man through the entire race--talk about inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the finish, I felt like I left all I had to give on the course and that made me smile.&amp;nbsp; It was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all my training this winter, I don't have my third marathon under my belt.&amp;nbsp; I won't be at the Boston Marathon in 2012, but that is okay--I will be running with just as great a crowd at another race somewhere in America.&amp;nbsp; Now, I just have to decide where that race will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Official Results:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1:39:33&lt;br /&gt;Division: 3rd Place&lt;br /&gt;Gender:&amp;nbsp; 5th Place Overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BTW--Pics to come...I didn't have my camera, so I will have to wait for the profesh shots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Double&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;BTW--Time to pick my next marathon....oh where, oh where will this little runner go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7683267416654639778?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7683267416654639778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/run-redemption.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7683267416654639778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7683267416654639778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/run-redemption.html' title='Run Redemption'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8623194425405791549</id><published>2011-04-12T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:49:43.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Race EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;SERIOUSLY!?!?!?!&amp;nbsp; I ran another marathon on a day with record-setting high temps?!?!?!&amp;nbsp; How is this possible?&amp;nbsp; Within a year, I ran two races in way above average temperatures.&amp;nbsp; Stuff like this makes me want to leave all this behind.&amp;nbsp; What is the point of all those miles?&amp;nbsp; Running in a blizzard?&amp;nbsp; Running in ten inches of snow?&amp;nbsp; 20-miler Sundays?&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; If it all it takes is one day with wretched weather to erase all that training, why even go for another one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That is how I felt Sunday after getting my first DNF at the St. Louis marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The day set up almost exactly like Chicago, but I was determined not to let it get to me.&amp;nbsp; I had a pacing plan and felt strong and steady for the first miles.&amp;nbsp; And then--just like Chicago--the heat hit me like a ton of bricks!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;At the aid station at mile eight, I tried to take a GU.&amp;nbsp; Weird thing was that I couldn't swallow it.&amp;nbsp; I spit it out, forced down a cup of water, and kept going.&amp;nbsp; A little further into mile eight, I--without warning--threw up while running.&amp;nbsp; Sorry to be gross, but it just came out.&amp;nbsp; I got a little worried, but hoped whatever was going on was over and kept going.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It wasn't over.&amp;nbsp; Soon after the surprise vomit, I stopped and threw up a watery GU mess.&amp;nbsp; I kept going and contemplated turning with the half-marathon runners.&amp;nbsp; Silly me, I thought that would be quitting, and kept going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;At mile eleven, a runner asked if I was alright.&amp;nbsp; I said yes, but obviously was not.&amp;nbsp; He ran to a park ranger car and I saw him point at me.&amp;nbsp; The ranger then turn on her lights and motioned me over.&amp;nbsp; At this point I was dizzy, nauseas, headachy, and had stopped sweating.&amp;nbsp; Needless-to-say, I went to the car.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The ranger pumped up the air, forced me to drink water, and asked me a lot of questions while I cried, waiting for the medic to arrive.&amp;nbsp; After being in the car for a bit, I started sweating again and felt a bit better--Physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mentally, I felt like a failure.&amp;nbsp; How could I drop out?&amp;nbsp; That is just not something I do.&amp;nbsp; Sure Chicago sucked, but at least I hung in there and finished.&amp;nbsp; At this point, I swore off marathoning.&amp;nbsp; Screw it!&amp;nbsp; What a waste!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't want to blog or talk about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A few days have passed since the "race,"&amp;nbsp; and I have decided not to swear of running.&amp;nbsp; I am going to try to take the lessons here and move on--just not to Boston.&amp;nbsp; I don't know the lessons yet, but I know I am not supposed to quit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This weekend is the Oz Marathon in Olathe, KS--one of the two options I chose from for my spring race (looks I messed up that one).&amp;nbsp; The temps are expected to be in the low 50's...damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Wise or not, I have decided to run the half in Olathe this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I just want to finish.&amp;nbsp; I don't care about a PR--I just need to go enjoy a race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever had a horrible race experience a couple times in a row?&amp;nbsp; How did you bounce back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8623194425405791549?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8623194425405791549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/worst-race-ever.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8623194425405791549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8623194425405791549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/worst-race-ever.html' title='Worst Race EVER!!!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8259240440259633549</id><published>2011-04-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:55:07.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;In class, my students are working on writing meaningful transitions. I don't want them to merely use words like &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;next&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;third&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, etc. I want them to create transitions that help the reader move forward, telling him or her where the writer was and how the writer will build on that information to continue the essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This got me thinking about my upcoming race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You may recall my troubles at the 2010 Chicago Marathon. They were many and somewhat devastating. As I approach Sunday, I want to create a meaningful transition into the GO! St. Louis Marathon. I want to look back and where I was and use that to move forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Here are some lessons I learned in Chi-Town:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;HYDRATE. Often and Early&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;--I plan to stop at every early aid station. In Chicago, I carried a water bottle for the first few miles in an effort to save time at over-crowded aid stations, but I drank too little too often. I KNOW this mistake came back to bite me big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use a Warm-Up Pace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;--After milling through the crowd for the first mile, I busted out at speeds that were way to quick. I thought this would help me get ahead--all it did was introduce to me THE WALL early. This time, I ordered special pace bands from &lt;a href="http://www.races2remember.com/"&gt;www.races2remember.com&lt;/a&gt;. Instead of listing repeat pace miles 26 times, these genius pace bands start with two warm-up miles and adjust the pace thereafter. At Races2Remember, you can also order pace bands for a specific course--and they adjust pace according to elevation changes. Totally awesome! I ordered three bands, each at three different paces. I am going to do my best to follow the guidelines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Psych Outs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;—Last time, I totally psyched myself up by pumping up the race online and having my whole family come to watch and running the race on my birthday and traveling to a big exciting city and chatting about my marathon with any willing ear. This time around, I have tried to stay relatively quiet. I kept my mouth mostly mute on this blog and didn’t invite the whole crew (although, they decided to come al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;ong anyway:):):). I am trying to look at this race reasonably and with confidence—not hype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Racing whether or not the Weather Cooperates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;—I will admit to the fact that I have been relentlessly checking the Sunday forecast—multiple times a day actually, but I am going to give it my all no matter the conditions. I think this is the hardest for me because it is totally out of my control. I will admit that I enjoy controlling my situation—thrive on it really. Maybe I am being taught a valuable lesson: I can prepare all I want, but there will always be things that I can’t fix, change, or manipulate. Sometimes I just have to play the hand I am dealt to the best of my ability—even if means I have to bluff to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;On Sunday, I will be doing my best to transition wisely into the race. St. Louis won’t just be my &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;next&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; marathon or my &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;third&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; marathon. I don’t want to say, “I ran Chicago, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; St. Louis,”—I want this one to the one wear I look back, smile, and move forward to Boston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for all your support! Wish me luck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;…and don’t forget to enter my &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-cheers-for-you-giveaway.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8259240440259633549?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8259240440259633549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/transitions.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8259240440259633549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8259240440259633549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-26732667429414759</id><published>2011-04-05T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:41:18.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Cheers for You?  A Giveaway</title><content type='html'>I can't believe race week is here!!!&amp;nbsp; It came up so fast.&amp;nbsp; I have checked the weather about a billion times. I am worried about getting sick and crazy phantom pains.&amp;nbsp; I am watching what I eat while still worrying weather or not my carb intake is high enough.&amp;nbsp; Yep, it's race week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest things about racing is support from friends and family.&amp;nbsp; This weekend, my husband, mom, sisters, and a running buddy will be out on the course cheering me on.&amp;nbsp; Many others will be cheering me on using athlete tracking phone text messages.&amp;nbsp; I am a lucky girl to have such great support.&amp;nbsp; Now, thanks to my friend Megan over at &lt;a href="http://www.buildasign.com/"&gt;www.buildasign.com&lt;/a&gt;, my support team has some totally professional signs to hold on race day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of fans that can't be there on race day holding these wonderful signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFRLFkO7RC0/TZvRdDG_GUI/AAAAAAAABFk/OFm-QF9X6-Q/s1600/DSCN1173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFRLFkO7RC0/TZvRdDG_GUI/AAAAAAAABFk/OFm-QF9X6-Q/s320/DSCN1173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nora is so supportive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7PMDQPjY_Wc/TZvRiFLrrPI/AAAAAAAABFo/BlOcWR05MbU/s1600/DSCN1174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7PMDQPjY_Wc/TZvRiFLrrPI/AAAAAAAABFo/BlOcWR05MbU/s320/DSCN1174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I designed the yellow sign, and Megan helped make the color choices on the other two.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0STIA4LUXO4/TZvRqmFVJMI/AAAAAAAABFs/FPjbRyyCBIc/s1600/DSCN1179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0STIA4LUXO4/TZvRqmFVJMI/AAAAAAAABFs/FPjbRyyCBIc/s320/DSCN1179.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiona wanted to cheer too, but her stubby legs needed a little help :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The people at &lt;a href="http://www.buildasign.com/"&gt;www.BuildASign.com&lt;/a&gt; are so awesome, they are giving you the chance to design your own support team signs.&amp;nbsp; All you have to do to enter is &lt;b&gt;follow this blog and leave a comment letting me know you are a follower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; You can receive a &lt;b&gt;second entry by leaving a comment about your biggest supporter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners will be chosen randomly two weeks from today!&amp;nbsp; Good luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-26732667429414759?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/26732667429414759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-cheers-for-you-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/26732667429414759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/26732667429414759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-cheers-for-you-giveaway.html' title='Who Cheers for You?  A Giveaway'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFRLFkO7RC0/TZvRdDG_GUI/AAAAAAAABFk/OFm-QF9X6-Q/s72-c/DSCN1173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-50730898961014445</id><published>2011-03-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:04:46.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Worries and Getting Ready for a Giveaway</title><content type='html'>You may or may not recall what happened at the &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-to-motivate-chicago-marathon-race.html"&gt;2010 Chicago Marathon&lt;/a&gt;, but I have not forgotten.&amp;nbsp; Temps rose quickly to way warmer than the average on 10/10/10.&amp;nbsp; I believe those temperatures, along with some hydration mistakes on my part, caused me to miss out on what could have been.&amp;nbsp; Now, despite the fact that it is two week outs from yesterday, I fret over what the meteorologist will say about next week's weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you about the weather in Missouri the past few weeks.&amp;nbsp; The weekend following St. Patrick's Day we enjoyed temps well into the eighties.&amp;nbsp; I busted out my Nike Tempo shorts and T-shirt for a few days of yard work, dog walks, and front-porch sittin'.&amp;nbsp; This past weekend was the total opposite. We actually saw snow ACCUMULATE on the ground!!!&amp;nbsp; I even wore my winter coat to work today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gsv7-7Y182s/TZEuSai4cpI/AAAAAAAABFc/pFHC-6E5U6g/s1600/hot-sun-thermometer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gsv7-7Y182s/TZEuSai4cpI/AAAAAAAABFc/pFHC-6E5U6g/s320/hot-sun-thermometer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to expect on April 10th.&amp;nbsp; Last year at the STL race runners sweated it out in eighty-degree temperatures, and a year or two prior, protected themselves from falling sleet!&amp;nbsp; A consistent Missouri spring is never the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhIeLf3v1rc/TZEuXkcORJI/AAAAAAAABFg/pdNCk5dCii4/s1600/freezing_man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhIeLf3v1rc/TZEuXkcORJI/AAAAAAAABFg/pdNCk5dCii4/s320/freezing_man.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now on &lt;a href="http://accuweather.com/"&gt;Accuweather.com&lt;/a&gt;, a nice sunny day with temps starting in the high-forties and floating up to the upper-sixties.&amp;nbsp; Perfect, right?&amp;nbsp; Maybe it would be perfect, if I could believe it.&amp;nbsp; Just this morning, the same website predicted clouds and low sixties for the same date.&amp;nbsp; UGH!!!&amp;nbsp; I know it is too far out to worry, but I don't want heat.&amp;nbsp; Until race day, I will be stalking the weather predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training in ice, snow, and wind chills below zero, I would appreciate a moderately-temperatured day.&amp;nbsp; Forty-five to fifty degrees sounds just right.&amp;nbsp; Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;In other news:&amp;nbsp; STAY TUNED--GIVEAWAY COMING AT YOU THIS WEEK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-50730898961014445?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/50730898961014445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/weather-worries-and-getting-ready-for.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/50730898961014445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/50730898961014445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/weather-worries-and-getting-ready-for.html' title='Weather Worries and Getting Ready for a Giveaway'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gsv7-7Y182s/TZEuSai4cpI/AAAAAAAABFc/pFHC-6E5U6g/s72-c/hot-sun-thermometer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8395081857305132856</id><published>2011-03-26T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:07:45.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You SHOULD Do This!</title><content type='html'>I used to be a big "should" person.&amp;nbsp; Telling people they "should" do this or that.&amp;nbsp; When asked for advice, I usually gave to much of my own opinion, ending with a plan for whatever said circumstance--even if I had no experience.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it is because I am a little older and have lived a little more, that I really try not to be a "should-er." I want to let people try things and make up their minds for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not going to be that way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to be pushy and let all you runner readers know what I think and what you probably already know:&amp;nbsp; you SHOULD do speed workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I shied away from the speed.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it was lack of motivation or lack of a kick in the pants, but, mostly, I think I didn't do speed workouts out of fear.&amp;nbsp; Those high school cross country days were not so long ago that I have forgotten the pain and soreness sprinting around the track and through the neighborhoods caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just didn't know what to do.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know what workouts were appropriate for marathon training or whether or not it was okay to just run repeat 400 meters until my knees buckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I just felt ready for speed.&amp;nbsp; The Chicago Marathon was a bit of a bust to running esteem, giving me the motivation necessary to try out a faster workout or two.&amp;nbsp; I also recently made a new running friend with all the information needed to keep me from the monotony of the old high school workout method.&amp;nbsp; STL training was the right time to throw in some speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to lie.&amp;nbsp; Some days it is extremely difficult for me to start that speed session.&amp;nbsp; Their is a little left over insecurity lurking some where inside, taunting me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;What if you find out you are not as quick as you thought?&amp;nbsp; What if you can't finish?&amp;nbsp; What if you get injured?&amp;nbsp; What if you over train?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;The biggest worry is about speed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;What if I am really not quick enough? &lt;/i&gt;It is funny.&amp;nbsp; That insecurity should push me to the track, not keep me off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deep, I have been forcing myself to face &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt; for at least one workout each week--To step out on the pavement and push my legs, feet and mind to go further and faster for no other audience other than, well, me.&amp;nbsp; No one will know if I cut a tempo run short or skip that last repeat.&amp;nbsp; No one, but me--and making the choice that that was one person too many is the decision that has made these speed sessions so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that busting my butt each week will shave minutes of my PR in St. Louis. Regardless of my chip time in two weeks, getting out there and testing my will and endurance each week with no one to tell me that I had to proved something about my strength to the one person that I needed to prove it to:&amp;nbsp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends, if you want to test your courage and will--or if you just want a quicker turn over--I think you &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be doing speed work or anything that forces you to face yourself time and time again.&amp;nbsp; Confidence, inner strength, and mental and physical endurance will be your reward--and, trust me, it is a great prize!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8395081857305132856?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8395081857305132856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-should-do-this.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8395081857305132856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8395081857305132856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-should-do-this.html' title='You SHOULD Do This!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2551445467009683023</id><published>2011-03-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:42:49.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, I celebrated the completion of my last big run before the big race.&amp;nbsp; 20 miles done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how fast this marathon snuck up on me.&amp;nbsp; Three weeks from now, and I will have completed marathon number three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember whining about the winter weather and trying to fit in my workouts around ice, sleet, and even a blizzard.&amp;nbsp; It was difficult for this warm-weather runner to get out there day-after-day to train for this thing, but I think I am seeing some of the pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I thoroughly enjoyed my pace run.&amp;nbsp; Due to an ailing foot and the fact that I had competed in two races the past two Saturdays, I traded Tuesday's speed workout for Saturday's marathon pace run.&amp;nbsp; It was great.&amp;nbsp; I felt fresh and positive the whole time and maintained 7:55-8:05 miles the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I went out for the long, lonely twenty miles expecting foot pain and a little soreness from Saturday afternoon's yard work, but I didn't have any of that.&amp;nbsp; I felt great and watched my pace, running a healthy, revitalizing twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals was to make it through a winter of training.&amp;nbsp; I hope I am not speaking to soon when I say mission accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; WELCOME BACK, SPRING!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2551445467009683023?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2551445467009683023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-good.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2551445467009683023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2551445467009683023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-1478702505271005808</id><published>2011-03-20T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:11:28.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Ice, Ice, Baby</title><content type='html'>I did it.&amp;nbsp; I let temptation get the best of me.&amp;nbsp; My husband had a cool, vanilla cone from McDonald's, and I took a bite.&amp;nbsp; Just two weeks in and I messed up.&amp;nbsp; It was just a bite.&amp;nbsp; I am not stopping my sugar-free plan, but I did mess up.&amp;nbsp; That cone was just so beautiful, so cold on a warm, spring day, and, when my husband asked me to hold it while he put the car in drive, I couldn't help myself.&amp;nbsp; We all fall off the wagon sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uVIbaBX4DnE/TYZ7bfbDd4I/AAAAAAAABFY/mMe1Q6cPx8M/s1600/vanilla_cone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uVIbaBX4DnE/TYZ7bfbDd4I/AAAAAAAABFY/mMe1Q6cPx8M/s320/vanilla_cone.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-1478702505271005808?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1478702505271005808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/vanilla-ice-ice-baby.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1478702505271005808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1478702505271005808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/vanilla-ice-ice-baby.html' title='Vanilla Ice, Ice, Baby'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uVIbaBX4DnE/TYZ7bfbDd4I/AAAAAAAABFY/mMe1Q6cPx8M/s72-c/vanilla_cone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5883567629222966926</id><published>2011-03-15T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:39:25.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day 4-Miler</title><content type='html'>If there is a city that knows how to do St. Pat's up right, it is KC.&amp;nbsp; People decorate their homes, multiple parades are held, work is totally blown off&amp;nbsp; (for some, not me :( ), and--of course--the bars are hopping!&amp;nbsp; To kick of the week, a St. Patrick's Day Race is held on Snake Saturday in Historic Westport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This race is totally a fun run.&amp;nbsp; People dress up.&amp;nbsp; There are multiple kids' "miles."&amp;nbsp; Dogs jog along.&amp;nbsp; The whole bit.&amp;nbsp; There is even a centipede category where runners come as a team and must run the race attached together.&amp;nbsp; This race is really just a party through the streets of KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field was pretty fast--the first place chick was done in 23 minutes--so I didn't place in my age group or anything else for that matter.&amp;nbsp; I thought I did pretty well considering I am at peak mileage for the STL marathon.&amp;nbsp; I ran 4 miles in 28:22--I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was getting to race with my running buddy--Anna.&amp;nbsp; We meet about once or twice a week to run and have the best times.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing like the conversations we have after about 13 miles on the road!!!&amp;nbsp; Wild times, for sure!!!&amp;nbsp; I love a good distance running pal--the connection between two runners goes deep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BiF11mSF8zE/TX_3cxtjPEI/AAAAAAAABFU/AXxNIBiB728/s1600/-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BiF11mSF8zE/TX_3cxtjPEI/AAAAAAAABFU/AXxNIBiB728/s400/-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was all business in my St. Patty's tie!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5883567629222966926?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5883567629222966926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day-4-miler.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5883567629222966926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5883567629222966926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day-4-miler.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day 4-Miler'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BiF11mSF8zE/TX_3cxtjPEI/AAAAAAAABFU/AXxNIBiB728/s72-c/-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-4799076097766443862</id><published>2011-03-11T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T06:25:39.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar-Free So Far!</title><content type='html'>I did it!&amp;nbsp; I started my sugar slowdown!&amp;nbsp; So far, so good.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, Bloggies, for all your support on my earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went sugar-free,&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed my final treat on the appropriately named Fat Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vv4HHlgyCgo/TXovqMPeD8I/AAAAAAAABFQ/1S7MuEkDZZw/s1600/DSCN1159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vv4HHlgyCgo/TXovqMPeD8I/AAAAAAAABFQ/1S7MuEkDZZw/s400/DSCN1159.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yogurtini Mint and Cookies-n-Cream Fro-Yo with Grasshoppers, Oreos, and Chocolae sauce...so I splurged a little....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been two days, but I made a few observations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;When I don't eat candy and sweets, I actually snack less OVERALL&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I didn't realize how many times I stopped by the candy dish in the office or grabbed for a cookie just because they were available.&amp;nbsp; All that stuff was just extra, unnecessary junk going into my body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;It is easier (at least for me) to go cold turkey&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Some people have said I should do something like one treat each day or have a binge day each week where I have the freedom to junk until I kill over in a sugar coma.&amp;nbsp; I said no to both of these ideas because I know exactly what would happen if I went this route.&amp;nbsp; When I mess up a day on my diet, I tend to go overboard and consider the whole day a waste and commence to eat however I like for the reminder of my waking hours.&amp;nbsp; I know if I allowed myself one sweet, I would soon allow two, then three...then I would forgo the whole plan.&amp;nbsp; Why allow even one?&amp;nbsp; I don't need that extra junk anyway.&amp;nbsp; We had a "Donut Breakfast" for the students on Thursday, and, because I wasn't allowing even one sweet, I feel it was easier for me to avoid a the whole fatty fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a food journal like the one &lt;a href="http://www.powermultisport.com/"&gt;TRI-James&lt;/a&gt; suggested.&amp;nbsp; I would be interested to see exactly what I DO eat.&amp;nbsp; I just need to get me a cute little pocket-sized notepad. &amp;nbsp; Or better yet, does anyone know if there's an app for that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-4799076097766443862?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4799076097766443862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/sugar-free-so-far.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4799076097766443862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4799076097766443862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/sugar-free-so-far.html' title='Sugar-Free So Far!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vv4HHlgyCgo/TXovqMPeD8I/AAAAAAAABFQ/1S7MuEkDZZw/s72-c/DSCN1159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5287211595438678164</id><published>2011-03-08T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:31:00.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Needed to do Something Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #182f3a; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am pretty awful about these award posts.&amp;nbsp; I usually get one and then wait too long to respond.&amp;nbsp; I needed a little fun in my life, so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D7aTEv8LBMM/TXWVieR6CqI/AAAAAAAABFM/MqLHFeA6fDY/s1600/7FACTS+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D7aTEv8LBMM/TXWVieR6CqI/AAAAAAAABFM/MqLHFeA6fDY/s1600/7FACTS+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To accept this award, I must:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Post seven random facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Pass on the award along to 15 other worthy bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://charbelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charbelle&lt;/a&gt; for sending this little diddy my way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 Random Facts:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I have read &lt;u&gt;The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn&lt;/u&gt; four times.&amp;nbsp; Three of those times were for a college class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; In an effort to save money and use our time more wisely, we are getting rid of cable soon.&amp;nbsp; Because of this, I have been a cable hoarder lately.&amp;nbsp; I watch something on non-network tv every night.&amp;nbsp; My favorite is "Sex and the City" reruns on E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; If I could eat only one type of pie for the rest of my days, I would choose pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; If I could eat only one type of candy, it would be Swedish Fish.&amp;nbsp; Starting Wednesday, I am giving up both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I enjoy running twenty miles alone more than running the distance with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; My dream job is to be a mailman with a walking route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; I remix pop songs to have my dogs names in them and then sing them to the pups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; I would wear the same outfits every few days if I knew no one would notice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rather than name 15 peeps, I am going to say that I want to know seven facts about anyone--as long as they are super random.&amp;nbsp; Have at it, Bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5287211595438678164?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5287211595438678164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-i-needed-to-do-something-fun.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5287211595438678164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5287211595438678164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-i-needed-to-do-something-fun.html' title='Because I Needed to do Something Fun'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D7aTEv8LBMM/TXWVieR6CqI/AAAAAAAABFM/MqLHFeA6fDY/s72-c/7FACTS+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5255003425695832216</id><published>2011-03-07T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:44:00.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Healthier Me</title><content type='html'>I decided after looking at my abs, arms, and feeling lathargic a lot more than I should that my diet is in dire need of repair.&amp;nbsp; On Wednesday, I will give up sweets completely for forty days in hopes that I will crush my nasty, old sweet tooth once and for all while starting to see and feel a difference in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a Swedish Fish junkie like myself, this will by no means be easy.&amp;nbsp; Here are some of the ideas I have for combating my addiction and making over my sloppy, lazy diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jcQkxtaGeW4/TXQrYXYtT0I/AAAAAAAABFA/bzxPRkVog3w/s1600/DSCN1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jcQkxtaGeW4/TXQrYXYtT0I/AAAAAAAABFA/bzxPRkVog3w/s320/DSCN1148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pre-packaged" Snacks:&amp;nbsp; When I got home from the grocery store, I separated out foods into individual, serving-sized baggies.&amp;nbsp; My hope is that these will be just as easy to reach for as cookies (especially because there will be no more cookies in my house)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_6m8h4kXtts/TXQrh93m_1I/AAAAAAAABFE/wZEWWihNslw/s1600/DSCN1150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_6m8h4kXtts/TXQrh93m_1I/AAAAAAAABFE/wZEWWihNslw/s320/DSCN1150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creative Snacking:&amp;nbsp; There are so many good, healthy snack ideas that I just skipped over for an Oreo or two.&amp;nbsp; Here I have a Laughing Cow wedge--which I totally love--on some Great Harvest Bread Co Bread (no preservatives in this loaf, just real ingredients)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ea08mcLCJpI/TXQrsNgo3QI/AAAAAAAABFI/rJKCLw8D5d0/s1600/DSCN1153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ea08mcLCJpI/TXQrsNgo3QI/AAAAAAAABFI/rJKCLw8D5d0/s320/DSCN1153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;Cook More and Find Healthy Meals:&amp;nbsp; I made this Mac-and-Cheese the other night, surprising everyone--including myself!&amp;nbsp; I found it on &lt;a href="http://runnersworld.com/"&gt;Runnersworld.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Instead of a bunch of cream, milk, and cheeses, this recipe uses pureed cauliflower.&amp;nbsp; Find the recipe &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-242-303-504-13847-0,00.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;; it will surprise you.&amp;nbsp; The Hubs LOVED it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am committed to a better diet--any tips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5255003425695832216?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5255003425695832216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/healthier-me.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5255003425695832216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5255003425695832216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/healthier-me.html' title='A Healthier Me'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jcQkxtaGeW4/TXQrYXYtT0I/AAAAAAAABFA/bzxPRkVog3w/s72-c/DSCN1148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-128587738959760525</id><published>2011-03-06T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:41:36.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Dash Race Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hyZFBVo5IXs/TXQowl28CzI/AAAAAAAABE0/ALrNwo5bM58/s1600/DSCN1156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hyZFBVo5IXs/TXQowl28CzI/AAAAAAAABE0/ALrNwo5bM58/s320/DSCN1156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "medals" for the Diva Dash 5K&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;The wind blew fierce and the "feels like" temp held steady at a bone-chilling ten degrees.&amp;nbsp; These were the conditions for the Diva Dash 5K this past Saturday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to stay warm while waiting for the race to get underway.&amp;nbsp; I ran a warm-up and waited with a few hundred women for this inaugural women only 5K to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivering, we lined and waited for the signal--ON YOUR MARK....GO!!!&amp;nbsp; We were off, fingers numb and eyelashes dewing up from condensation.&amp;nbsp; The first half was almost entirely into the wind, but when the runners turned the corner, we finally felt a bit of relief from the bitter cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal was to go sub-21 minutes and place.&amp;nbsp; I didn't go sub-21, but I did get first in my age group.&amp;nbsp; The metal was a snazzy, gold, little shoe--very diva!&amp;nbsp; I also won a free headband from Lululemon (just might be my new favorite running clothes store) and a gift certificate for a road ID (finally, my husband can rest a little easier.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hKcf7sSjviA/TXQo8E7efSI/AAAAAAAABE8/F1WNeoFHg48/s1600/5500037555_1a074cfcba_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hKcf7sSjviA/TXQo8E7efSI/AAAAAAAABE8/F1WNeoFHg48/s320/5500037555_1a074cfcba_o.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that cute little "medal"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to spend a morning being healthy with a big group of women.&amp;nbsp; Despite the cold, we all got out there and did something good for ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6Q1hpRfTFpU/TXQooKoWXTI/AAAAAAAABEw/BE-YjZw_xC4/s1600/DSCN1155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6Q1hpRfTFpU/TXQooKoWXTI/AAAAAAAABEw/BE-YjZw_xC4/s320/DSCN1155.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A warmer me after the finish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fY68-pw9VkU/TXQo5cs5xDI/AAAAAAAABE4/6ar3TQona84/s1600/DSCN1157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fY68-pw9VkU/TXQo5cs5xDI/AAAAAAAABE4/6ar3TQona84/s320/DSCN1157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They even had little gourmet cupcakes from "Cupcakes A La Mode."&amp;nbsp; They know what girls like!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-128587738959760525?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/128587738959760525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/diva-dash-race-recap.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/128587738959760525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/128587738959760525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/diva-dash-race-recap.html' title='Diva Dash Race Recap'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hyZFBVo5IXs/TXQowl28CzI/AAAAAAAABE0/ALrNwo5bM58/s72-c/DSCN1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7423134803677571633</id><published>2011-02-28T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:49:54.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farwell February!</title><content type='html'>With a blizzard, some ice, and a few record highs, I think I ran the gambit of running attire this month.&amp;nbsp; Shorts, tights, rain jacket, ski mask:&amp;nbsp; they all came out my drawer at least once.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to March and the development of a more stable weather pattern in the Midwest (haha...ya right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Stuff that happened in February:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;I ran 154 total miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I began speed sessions (and I am in love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;We painted our living rooms (pics will come after I wrap my brain around the idea of accessorizing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I started doing yoga once each week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;I've been developing a plan to kill my sweet tooth (more details to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The hubs made dinner for me a time or two (YAY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Yard-a-palooza 2011--the excavation and replanting of our nasty yard--started its early stages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I made it to Happy Hour once each week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;I had four snow days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;I ran in a blizzard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;I ran in a -11 wind chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;While on a long run, I crash-landed after slipping on some ice and may have spurted a few expletives in front of some friendly church-goers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I booked a hotel within walking distance of the STL start line (I learned my lesson in Chicago) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I have only 5 weeks until my next big race :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two races, spring break, and a nice taper planned, I can only imagine what March has in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-37RLSYWErno/TWxeh0_4D4I/AAAAAAAABEs/exqNZF7lwg4/s1600/DSCN1145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-37RLSYWErno/TWxeh0_4D4I/AAAAAAAABEs/exqNZF7lwg4/s320/DSCN1145.JPG" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, sweaty after a nice speed session&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to March--Spring is SOOOOO close!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7423134803677571633?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7423134803677571633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/farwell-february.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7423134803677571633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7423134803677571633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/farwell-february.html' title='Farwell February!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-37RLSYWErno/TWxeh0_4D4I/AAAAAAAABEs/exqNZF7lwg4/s72-c/DSCN1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3170833086832592681</id><published>2011-02-25T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T06:10:42.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Turkey</title><content type='html'>I believe in moderation, but I think I am going cold turkey this time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly whine and feel guilt about the way I fuel my body.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty sure that my food choices are the reason I feel tired, annoyed, and sometimes lethargic.&amp;nbsp; This week has kinda been an overload of negativity for me, and whenever that happens, I feel the need for change.&amp;nbsp; That feeling has led me strongly consider giving up sweets.&amp;nbsp; That is right.&amp;nbsp; All sweets.&amp;nbsp; In any form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to overload myself with reasons that I deserve to indulge.&amp;nbsp; I have a few mini-PB cups after my morning coffee to clean the taste out of my mouth.&amp;nbsp; I grab a cookie or two after lunch because I have convinced myself that all meals should end with a sweet treat.&amp;nbsp; After work, I nibble on a few sugary snacks because I want something that my body can process before my run.&amp;nbsp; And, then, in the evening, I cap my night with a larger portion of dessert to feel like I am treating myself for working hard throughout the day--I always seem to ignore that fact that I was "treating myself" the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not plan on giving sweets and sugars up forever, just a short while.&amp;nbsp; On March 9th, Lent begins.&amp;nbsp; Although I am not a huge church-goer, I remember trying to give things up for lent as a kid, and, as an adult, I am going to give it a go once again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I want to see if it makes a difference.&amp;nbsp; I am so healthy in other aspects of my life.&amp;nbsp; I run marathons, practice yoga, and most of my actual meal choices are made based on good nutritional value.&amp;nbsp; I just have this one vice.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping that by not eating sweets for a while my body will not crave them as much, and after the sweet-less stint, it will be easier for me to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a challenge, and I know putting my challenge up on this blog will hold me accountable.&amp;nbsp; NO SWEETS FROM MARCH 9--APRIL 25!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Chocolate Outrage Gu is not a sweet, but a necessary racing tool :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3170833086832592681?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3170833086832592681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/cold-turkey.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3170833086832592681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3170833086832592681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/cold-turkey.html' title='Cold Turkey'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5320916532431226034</id><published>2011-02-14T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:11:06.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As if the change in weather weren't enough, I have so much to love this&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Valentine's Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my funniest valentines:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGRRbnuyd98/TVn8vv4sV-I/AAAAAAAABEg/7XTsKPk_MOg/s1600/DSCN0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGRRbnuyd98/TVn8vv4sV-I/AAAAAAAABEg/7XTsKPk_MOg/s320/DSCN0609.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; our new house &amp;amp; that we were finally able to pick a color for the living room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZBD9B5RxAI/TVn14UgEGhI/AAAAAAAABD0/HtUrwHxZYQo/s1600/resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZBD9B5RxAI/TVn14UgEGhI/AAAAAAAABD0/HtUrwHxZYQo/s200/resize.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And one for the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3-wnth90Xg/TVn2Wcl1BQI/AAAAAAAABD4/5Tsv1gilkCk/s1600/3a333a9f-ad1b-44c3-9473-ff7999ee11a3_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3-wnth90Xg/TVn2Wcl1BQI/AAAAAAAABD4/5Tsv1gilkCk/s200/3a333a9f-ad1b-44c3-9473-ff7999ee11a3_400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The bathroom looks much greener in person.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait for the changes this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that the cheering crowd for my next marathon keeps getting bigger and bigger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcIQX7E3g8w/TVn3OM2L9OI/AAAAAAAABD8/0bXUlxr_xwI/s1600/cheer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcIQX7E3g8w/TVn3OM2L9OI/AAAAAAAABD8/0bXUlxr_xwI/s320/cheer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that I found a great yoga workout that I can do in my living room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbVW50XLWpo/TVn3vUW_OsI/AAAAAAAABEA/eg61M2GTapo/s1600/p90xfitnessguide1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbVW50XLWpo/TVn3vUW_OsI/AAAAAAAABEA/eg61M2GTapo/s320/p90xfitnessguide1.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that my husband made me a special, delicious meal for Valentine's day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hPyNBN51hOo/TVn4JibqD4I/AAAAAAAABEE/ofU7lx8BGGg/s1600/DSCN1135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hPyNBN51hOo/TVn4JibqD4I/AAAAAAAABEE/ofU7lx8BGGg/s320/DSCN1135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkbFTDVmtuQ/TVn4SV9epsI/AAAAAAAABEI/zE6VPQEnn18/s1600/DSCN1136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkbFTDVmtuQ/TVn4SV9epsI/AAAAAAAABEI/zE6VPQEnn18/s320/DSCN1136.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that he brought home my favorite wine to go with the special, delicious dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-AO2eTKza8/TVn42SDJbiI/AAAAAAAABEQ/RUGFnDrm1W0/s1600/DSCN1138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-AO2eTKza8/TVn42SDJbiI/AAAAAAAABEQ/RUGFnDrm1W0/s320/DSCN1138.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that he got me my favorite chocolates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya1OtdsjzI4/TVn5NpNqOyI/AAAAAAAABEU/bPK3HLgUZqQ/s1600/DSCN1140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya1OtdsjzI4/TVn5NpNqOyI/AAAAAAAABEU/bPK3HLgUZqQ/s320/DSCN1140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLX5drfh79E/TVn5-v9vogI/AAAAAAAABEc/EQeDSjFcQuQ/s1600/DSCN1002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLX5drfh79E/TVn5-v9vogI/AAAAAAAABEc/EQeDSjFcQuQ/s320/DSCN1002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5320916532431226034?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5320916532431226034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5320916532431226034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5320916532431226034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-love.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGRRbnuyd98/TVn8vv4sV-I/AAAAAAAABEg/7XTsKPk_MOg/s72-c/DSCN0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8036538536716662314</id><published>2011-02-13T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:58:25.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend:  A Recap</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that I love weekends?&amp;nbsp; After my first full week back in a while, I am reminded of the fact that no matter how short they may seem, I cherish my Saturdays and Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night started at a happy hour with an &lt;a href="http://ldyates.blogspot.com/"&gt;old friend&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I love meeting up with chick because we can have the best vent sessions--no hold barre and no judgment.&amp;nbsp; It is great to just get things out into the air sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I got a call from another friend asking if the hubs and I were interested in a "bar food dinner."&amp;nbsp; Although I was full from more apps than a girl can handle at my first happy hour, the hubs and I really love hanging out with this couple and the place they wanted to go was within walking distance of our home, so we met for dinner.&amp;nbsp; I just enjoyed a few extra Miller Lites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I woke up to my "make up miles."&amp;nbsp; The extreme cold this past week kept me shivering indoors, so that meant I had a lot of running to do this weekend--I turned my four-miler into a nine-miler.&amp;nbsp; Running a few more miles was no problem for one big reason:&amp;nbsp; the weather.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Birds chirped, the sun hung in the sky, and I swear, no matter how faint, I could smell the beginning of spring on the horizon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The energy I felt during the morning run was incredible.&amp;nbsp; I remembered why I love morning runs so much--at least the morning runs when I don't have to wear four layers and a ninja mask to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Saturday afternoon at a lawn and garden show.&amp;nbsp; My hubs and I love spending time outside, and one of the big projects we have planned for year one in our new home is to clean up the yard that experienced years of neglect from the previous owner.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what I expected out of a lawn and garden show, but I left pretty disappointed.&amp;nbsp; Just a bunch of people trying to sell me stuff and no one offering any sweet deals.&amp;nbsp; If I win the windows that I registered for, I will take all that back and decide to love lawn and garden/home shows.&amp;nbsp; If not, I don't think I will pay to go to one of those things again.&amp;nbsp; Nonetheless, it was cool to look at all the stuff my husband and I would do to our home if we were loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was pretty chill.&amp;nbsp; We meant to catch up on all our shows recorded on the DVR, but I ended up dozing off pretty early.&amp;nbsp; Call me lame if you will, but I guess the five-day week caught up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday started with my seventeen-mile long run.&amp;nbsp; I was alone this week (my usual running buddy is off hanging with her BF out-of-state), but it was so beautiful out that I didn't mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Sunday was spent lazing around, walking the dogs, cleaning, and just enjoying the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't detail out my weekend on my blog; I don't want to bore my readers.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it is the change in weather, but, although my weekend was pretty normal, I loved it and wanted to let everyone know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, to top is all off, the hubs and I are going to go get a blizzard from DQ--&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;one of the greatest rewards of marathon training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm66Y4sbbWs/TVh-CiPig7I/AAAAAAAABDo/UKQw6EdXSk8/s1600/blizzard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm66Y4sbbWs/TVh-CiPig7I/AAAAAAAABDo/UKQw6EdXSk8/s400/blizzard.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8036538536716662314?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8036538536716662314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekend-recap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8036538536716662314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8036538536716662314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekend-recap.html' title='The Weekend:  A Recap'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm66Y4sbbWs/TVh-CiPig7I/AAAAAAAABDo/UKQw6EdXSk8/s72-c/blizzard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-1890909367536530937</id><published>2011-02-10T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T03:29:53.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Speed</title><content type='html'>So, I finally &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;manned up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and did some speedwork.&amp;nbsp; At first, it felt horrible to suck in the frigid temps as my legs screamed, protesting the idea that I would want to go faster than marathon pace--and on snowy streets no less.&amp;nbsp; By the end, my abs were kicking, my legs were pumping, and badass was flowing through my veins.&amp;nbsp; Although it took some courage today, I will definetly find the will to speed around KC a few more times before the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW--the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;BIG DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is only two months away!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-1890909367536530937?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1890909367536530937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/doing-speed-and-other-news.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1890909367536530937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1890909367536530937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/doing-speed-and-other-news.html' title='Doing Speed'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-1244373430105707940</id><published>2011-02-08T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:18:18.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummin' it on a Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I want a treadmill!!!&amp;nbsp; I hate treadmills, but I want one so I have no more excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do my speed work AGAIN because it is just too damn cold.&amp;nbsp; I have run in bitter temps before, but the sun was out and that made a huge difference.&amp;nbsp; I will shoot for speed work tomorrow after my LONG meeting at work.&amp;nbsp; This week is turning out to be like an endurance event!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting so sick of the weather.&amp;nbsp; It seems to be all I can talk about on here lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifties are forecasted for this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I am nuts over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-1244373430105707940?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1244373430105707940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/bummin-it-on-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1244373430105707940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1244373430105707940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/bummin-it-on-tuesday.html' title='Bummin&apos; it on a Tuesday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-629740289045859684</id><published>2011-02-03T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:13:18.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>I haven't done a "three things" post in a while, but, today, I'm going for it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Acceptance Speech:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; At the start of January, I received notice from a fellow blogger than my blog had been named on of the best running blogs of 2011!&amp;nbsp; I am not sure how the scoring guide looks for the selection, but I am just pumped that my little blog made someone's list!&amp;nbsp; I'm even more excited that my blog was called "a lot of fun"--that is why I write it, after all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Personal Record&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; I hear KC might set one today.&amp;nbsp; The wind chills this morning were somewhere in the range of 25 degrees below zero.&amp;nbsp; That is just REE-DIC-YOU-LUS!!!&amp;nbsp; I have never experienced temps that frigid.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, as I organized my running drawer where I keep all my running gear, I pulled out a air of shorts and sighed.&amp;nbsp; I miss sweating to the point where beads drop off my chin.&amp;nbsp; I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;"SNOW" Way Weather Can Get Me Down&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; I posted a bit ago about the fact that I had missed at least one workout during this training cycle due to illness, weather, etc.&amp;nbsp; Well, last week, I completed every mile.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get to start the speedwork like I wanted to, but I ran every step of every mile on my training chart.&amp;nbsp; I plan to do it again this week.&amp;nbsp; Because of the weather, I will have to run everyday through Sunday, and I probably won't get in any speed--I can only do what I can do, I suppose.&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until next time: STAY WARM!!!&amp;nbsp; My pups are helping me stay nice and cozy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUrFf-2Z5GI/AAAAAAAABDQ/JPzMWOoPFrI/s1600/DSCN1110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUrFf-2Z5GI/AAAAAAAABDQ/JPzMWOoPFrI/s400/DSCN1110.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-629740289045859684?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/629740289045859684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-things-thursday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/629740289045859684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/629740289045859684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-things-thursday.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUrFf-2Z5GI/AAAAAAAABDQ/JPzMWOoPFrI/s72-c/DSCN1110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5449692085854775269</id><published>2011-02-02T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:12:13.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW My Gosh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmYba-qMxI/AAAAAAAABC0/gH0xdHvmrHY/s1600/DSCN1117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmYba-qMxI/AAAAAAAABC0/gH0xdHvmrHY/s400/DSCN1117.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is 16 inches of snow, people!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow, snow, go away!!!&amp;nbsp; KC has experienced 29 inches of snow this month--that is three times greater than the average!!!&amp;nbsp; What is a snowbound runner to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school called a snow day for Tuesday on Monday night, and the weatherman said the snow wouldn't get really bad until mid-morning, so I did what any addict would do:&amp;nbsp; I got up early and went for a four mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband tried to convince me to stay in, but I am all about challenges.&amp;nbsp; That is the whole point of my efforts to train for a spring marathon--to challenge myself to train through the winter.&amp;nbsp; This time, too be completely honest, my choice to run was a pretty stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out on the road around 8 a.m., just as the snow started picking up.&amp;nbsp; Running in a northward direction, I felt like I was being pelted by little specks of sand--frozen, hard sand that stuck to my eyelashes forming tiny icicles on my eyelids.&amp;nbsp; After about half a mile, I decided it was too bad out and time to head back.&amp;nbsp; I turned and headed west back toward my house, and, when I did, I noticed it wasn't that bad facing this direction.&amp;nbsp; So, because I can't back down, I kept going.&amp;nbsp; At about two-and-a-half miles, I regretted my choice once again.&amp;nbsp; The snow was picking up, nothing had been plowed, and I could tell I was angering some motorists.&amp;nbsp; (I don't understand why they honk--Yes, I see you.&amp;nbsp; I guess I am glad you are giving me the heads up that you see me????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too far away NOT to finish the distance at this point, so I trudged home through the flakes.&amp;nbsp; I made it there, safe, sound, and cold.&amp;nbsp; I can run in anything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people on the news named this blizzard so many things:&amp;nbsp; SNOWpocalypse, SNO-MG, BLIZZaster, SNOWmaggedon...I will just call it one thing: &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OWNED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the day after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmYlG1IP5I/AAAAAAAABC4/UfSPCB1ZADQ/s1600/DSCN1118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmYlG1IP5I/AAAAAAAABC4/UfSPCB1ZADQ/s400/DSCN1118.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor FIONA!!!&amp;nbsp; The snow is up over in head in some places!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmYvWtLp_I/AAAAAAAABC8/EbyBESv06r4/s1600/DSCN1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmYvWtLp_I/AAAAAAAABC8/EbyBESv06r4/s400/DSCN1119.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;...so the hubs dug a little path for the pups!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmZM1yflDI/AAAAAAAABDM/7txGBBMZH3I/s1600/DSCN1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmZM1yflDI/AAAAAAAABDM/7txGBBMZH3I/s400/DSCN1132.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I encourage all KC to do as I did:&amp;nbsp; think of your runner/walker friends and shovel your sidewalk!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmY9mDSAbI/AAAAAAAABDE/LxOQ0SZEdA4/s1600/DSCN1127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmY9mDSAbI/AAAAAAAABDE/LxOQ0SZEdA4/s400/DSCN1127.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This foot of powder on the roads may keep me from pounding the pavement.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmY211NelI/AAAAAAAABDA/pDgOeFHgzZI/s1600/DSCN1121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmY211NelI/AAAAAAAABDA/pDgOeFHgzZI/s400/DSCN1121.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up to my knees--what can you do but enjoy it?!?!?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;SNOWmaggedon can only mean one thing--TIME FOR SOME ARMA&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SLED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;DIN'!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5449692085854775269?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5449692085854775269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-my-gosh.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5449692085854775269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5449692085854775269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-my-gosh.html' title='SNOW My Gosh!!!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TUmYba-qMxI/AAAAAAAABC0/gH0xdHvmrHY/s72-c/DSCN1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-9097653787222778133</id><published>2011-01-24T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:22:21.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Speed or Not to Speed?  That is the Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TT37HhHfOeI/AAAAAAAABCw/kxts2tvoNSg/s1600/track-runner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TT37HhHfOeI/AAAAAAAABCw/kxts2tvoNSg/s400/track-runner.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never included speed work in my training.&amp;nbsp; I was supposed to once when I was training to "improve my half," but after a few weeks of 400's, I lost my mojo and just added another mid-distance run to my weekly workout.&amp;nbsp; I do the occasional race during my training, and that's it for speed work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debating losing one of my two mid-distance runs each week and trading it for some speed.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I want to get faster or if I just need a little variety or if I crave the personal challenge of pushing myself.&amp;nbsp; No matter what the reason, I am considering giving speed a shot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do this I need your help.&amp;nbsp; I don't know many speed workouts for marathon training, and I really, really don't want to pay a coach (although, their encouragement through these workouts would be nice...).&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What are some speed workouts you have done in the past while training for a marathon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I need something I can do on the roads, because I am pretty sure as soon as all this winter wonderland melts outside high school students and coaching will be clambering to the tracks for practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good idea? Bad idea?&amp;nbsp; Workout suggestions?&amp;nbsp; I really need your help bloggies.&amp;nbsp; Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-9097653787222778133?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9097653787222778133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-speed-or-not-to-speed-that-is.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/9097653787222778133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/9097653787222778133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-speed-or-not-to-speed-that-is.html' title='To Speed or Not to Speed?  That is the Question'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TT37HhHfOeI/AAAAAAAABCw/kxts2tvoNSg/s72-c/track-runner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7412437282490400531</id><published>2011-01-22T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:24:12.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Spin on "Missing Out"</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am missing a lot during this round of training.&amp;nbsp; I have missed at least one workout per week.&amp;nbsp; They are always short 3-4 mile recovery runs, but I am usually the type that never misses a run.&amp;nbsp; ever.&amp;nbsp; I have missed the mark on eating well.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty sure cookies aren't staple fuel for the training runner, but I can't seem to convince myself of that fact.&amp;nbsp; I have missed my health.&amp;nbsp; I seem to be fighting sickness more this winter than ever before.&amp;nbsp; I am dealing with another case of the achy-sniffles as we speak. &amp;nbsp; On top of it all, pace and tempo runs have been non-existent due to the conditions on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get down.&amp;nbsp; I worry about how this race will turn out...Am I missing too much?&amp;nbsp; Was training for an early spring race too much for a girl who sees winter as a time to maintain--not PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about these questions as I ran seven miles this morning--roads snow-packed and slick, nose running faster than my legs, and cars flinging half-melted gray sludge on my tights.&amp;nbsp; I ponder it all and decided to take a positive perspective.&amp;nbsp; There are many things I have done this winter that I never even attempted before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 5 miles in a -11 windchill.&amp;nbsp; I ran multiple runs over snow-packed roads and icy terrain, slipping and sliding, yet still going.&amp;nbsp; I am training through a crazy winter (we usually only get about 4 inches of snow in January in KC, so far we have 14 with 4 more on the way tonight) that in the past would have scared me on to the treadmills, ellipticals, and bikes at the gym (and probably cost me a pretty penny).&amp;nbsp; I have bundled up, braced myself, and realized it's not that bad out there.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I won't PR in STL, but I think I will have earned that elusive title for the craziest of the crazies, the most committed (or, maybe I should say addicted):&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hardcore Runner."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer "Badass Runner." Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7412437282490400531?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7412437282490400531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/positive-spin-on-missing-out.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7412437282490400531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7412437282490400531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/positive-spin-on-missing-out.html' title='Positive Spin on &quot;Missing Out&quot;'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7574422769222213189</id><published>2011-01-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:12:03.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Fuel</title><content type='html'>Look outside.&amp;nbsp; The ground is snow covered.&amp;nbsp; The temp is dropping.&amp;nbsp; The wind could blow the coat right off your body.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing better on a day like this than a nice, warm bowl of comfort food.&amp;nbsp; The problem with most comfort foods is that they give you that added insulation you feel you need in the winter time, but don't want to have work off in the spring.&amp;nbsp; I love a good, cozy meal, but want to see my abs, so I started cooking this delightful, belly-warmer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TTZVeJxFaCI/AAAAAAAABCs/tDkKi2Cshzk/s1600/DSCN1105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TTZVeJxFaCI/AAAAAAAABCs/tDkKi2Cshzk/s400/DSCN1105.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I found this amazing vegetarian-bean chili recipe in Cooking Light magazine, but you can fetch it right &lt;a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;amp;recipe_id=10000000554690"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Look at all that bean-a-licious fiber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I add extra peppers, kidney beans,&amp;nbsp; and pinto beans, because I like my chill extra chunky.&amp;nbsp; Also, a word of caution--this recipe make A LOT!!!&amp;nbsp; Be prepared to feast on this fine meal for days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any winter recipes you love?&amp;nbsp; I am a bad cook, so please keep it easy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7574422769222213189?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7574422769222213189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/comfort-fuel.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7574422769222213189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7574422769222213189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/comfort-fuel.html' title='Comfort Fuel'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TTZVeJxFaCI/AAAAAAAABCs/tDkKi2Cshzk/s72-c/DSCN1105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-1910535662441968047</id><published>2011-01-12T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:54:41.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundling Up and Heading Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TS4iiCQ8DaI/AAAAAAAABCo/K08W3cgZJqg/s1600/DSCN1093_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TS4iiCQ8DaI/AAAAAAAABCo/K08W3cgZJqg/s400/DSCN1093_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a Midwest Winter Wonderland!&amp;nbsp; The past few days of snow and extreme cold mean only one thing to a teacher--NO SCHOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed my days.&amp;nbsp; I have been reading, cooking, cleaning and organizing.&amp;nbsp; So I didn't feel like a total lazy bones, I even tried a few workouts from the Exercise on Demand channel that comes with my cable package--they were alright :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was day three, and I was feeling a little cabin fever.&amp;nbsp; I decided to muster the will, ignore the weatherman telling me about the -16 windchill, and bundle up for a run.&amp;nbsp; This is what I wore from the feet up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Smart Wool Socks--to keep the feet warm&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; An old pair of running shoes--who wants to dirty up there new pair on those nasty, slushy streets&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; My thermal Saucony tights--these things are impressive&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; A thin Nike base layer&lt;br /&gt;5. A fleece New Balance running top with built in fingerless gloves&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; A wind-blocking Saucony jacket&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; A pair of gloves &lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; My Winter-Ninja hood (AKA a Saucony balaclava)&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; My Trailheads hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TS4fz-DS9OI/AAAAAAAABCg/8R_SyPtsAt8/s1600/DSCN1098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TS4fz-DS9OI/AAAAAAAABCg/8R_SyPtsAt8/s400/DSCN1098.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All bundled up!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets on the Missouri side of stateline looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TS4f8PUlB0I/AAAAAAAABCk/TvxEAkFyxec/s1600/DSCN1103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TS4f8PUlB0I/AAAAAAAABCk/TvxEAkFyxec/s400/DSCN1103.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yuk!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;...So my plan of attack was to get to Kansas as quickly as possible.&amp;nbsp; Because the state pays more taxes, the roads in Kansas are usually immaculate.&amp;nbsp; Not only were the streets plowed--they were completely dry (no yucky sludgy, slush on the sides)!!!&amp;nbsp; Now, I hate Kansas as much as the next guy, but I got to give them credit--those streets were A-MA-ZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went an extra-mile.&amp;nbsp; I think it was just something about getting out in the open after being cooped up for a few days.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I am learning to like winter-weather running...maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-1910535662441968047?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1910535662441968047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/bundling-up-and-heading-out.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1910535662441968047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1910535662441968047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/bundling-up-and-heading-out.html' title='Bundling Up and Heading Out!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TS4iiCQ8DaI/AAAAAAAABCo/K08W3cgZJqg/s72-c/DSCN1093_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-715757202730540267</id><published>2011-01-10T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T06:36:23.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to become a Winter Ninja</title><content type='html'>Most winters I fork over some doe and head to the gym a few evenings a week.&amp;nbsp; I would go after dark, and, to avoid crazy boredom, jump from machine to machine until I reached somewhere between 45 minutes to an hour of exercise.&amp;nbsp; If I felt real ambitious, I would throw in 15 minutes of weights to boot.&amp;nbsp; Winters for me have always been about watching the calorie intake and maintaining some small level of fitness until I could bust it out on the street again come March.&amp;nbsp; This winter, I changed all that--I signed up for a spring marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 10, 2011, I will be running the GO! St. Louis full marathon.&amp;nbsp; Sure the weather should be nice by then (fingers crossed), but running a 26.2 mile race in April means training through January and February.&amp;nbsp; YUK!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know--I am a baby.&amp;nbsp; Some of you have posted about wearing your Yak Traks and busting it out on ice or in five-plus inches of snow.&amp;nbsp; Here in KC, we are just now receiving our first measurable snowfall of the year (right outside my window at this very moment, actually).&amp;nbsp; And we are only supposed to get 4-6 inches.&amp;nbsp; Some of you have been living with at least nine since November.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you will about my thin-skinned exterior, but I am a cold-weather wuss--the early darkness each evening isn't helping either.&amp;nbsp; I think the challenge of this race is going to come long before race day; the challenge will be to force my warm-weather butt out into the frigid temps for training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, NOT so good. I have missed at least one workout each week, but this weekend gave me some hope.&amp;nbsp; I made it out both mornings--in Saturday's brutal wind and Sunday's fierce cold.&amp;nbsp; I even bought myself a Saucony hood(slash ninja mask) to keep my lungs from burning two holes in my chest cavity as I breathe in the cold air.&amp;nbsp; As a bonus, I may scare people in the neighborhood--haha (these things look ridiculous). Nothing like making a good first impression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSsYFhIDq9I/AAAAAAAABCc/LDMiABsjID0/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSsYFhIDq9I/AAAAAAAABCc/LDMiABsjID0/s640/-1.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will I be a Winter Ninja this year?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Wednesday this week, the high is expected to only reach twelve and the weather man keeps talking about a fierce arctic wind.&amp;nbsp; I am already trying to pump myself up about it.&amp;nbsp; I sure do miss sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make it to this marathon trained, I will celebrate that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-715757202730540267?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/715757202730540267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/trying-to-become-winter-ninja.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/715757202730540267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/715757202730540267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2011/01/trying-to-become-winter-ninja.html' title='Trying to become a Winter Ninja'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSsYFhIDq9I/AAAAAAAABCc/LDMiABsjID0/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3494844394973757592</id><published>2011-01-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:17:04.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing in 2011</title><content type='html'>Here are some lovely pics from our New Year's Eve and 5th Wedding Anniversary Celebration. Sadly, my camera battery died only after a few pics and I didn't have my iphone---something I did have???&amp;nbsp; An amazing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll start with the evening's attire:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCCeDfK9VI/AAAAAAAABCI/R99lt5t5MnM/s1600/162657_960440811910_15913999_49873862_8343890_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCCeDfK9VI/AAAAAAAABCI/R99lt5t5MnM/s400/162657_960440811910_15913999_49873862_8343890_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;half-off at Ann Taylor Loft--not too shabby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Talk about a night of fun!&amp;nbsp; The evening started with a comedy show.&amp;nbsp; After the show we proceeded to our dinner reservations at Skies.&amp;nbsp; Living in KC since I was young, I have always wanted to go to Skies.&amp;nbsp; This restaurant sits atop a hotel in KC and slowly rotates 360 degrees, giving guests a fabulous view of the skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCxQ0HW4LI/AAAAAAAABCU/KYW2XwH7cZc/s1600/166319_960433756050_15913999_49873726_4853390_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCxQ0HW4LI/AAAAAAAABCU/KYW2XwH7cZc/s400/166319_960433756050_15913999_49873726_4853390_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed the view,&amp;nbsp; the food....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCxSS_B77I/AAAAAAAABCY/baXWQIXM-QQ/s1600/167323_960433870820_15913999_49873728_2717207_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCxSS_B77I/AAAAAAAABCY/baXWQIXM-QQ/s400/167323_960433870820_15913999_49873728_2717207_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; and the fun party favors!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCxPFblaCI/AAAAAAAABCM/EPKPZtBVnOE/s1600/162980_960433561440_15913999_49873720_5123705_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCxPFblaCI/AAAAAAAABCM/EPKPZtBVnOE/s400/162980_960433561440_15913999_49873720_5123705_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made sure to get our annual anniversary pic, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCxP7BGd3I/AAAAAAAABCQ/8qyDHi-NytM/s1600/33810_960433965630_15913999_49873732_723204_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TSCxP7BGd3I/AAAAAAAABCQ/8qyDHi-NytM/s400/33810_960433965630_15913999_49873732_723204_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, we went down to the lobby to dance in the new year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We had a blast!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1Wo97ziQI/AAAAAAAABA4/yLujj6f_63g/s1600/n15913999_30451593_8754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1Wo97ziQI/AAAAAAAABA4/yLujj6f_63g/s320/n15913999_30451593_8754.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;5 Years ago today, I got married.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's what happened since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1Xg8UhskI/AAAAAAAABBk/ozRofwgCM9U/s1600/IMG_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1Xg8UhskI/AAAAAAAABBk/ozRofwgCM9U/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went on a honeymoon in a car my dad promised wouldn't break down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The car broke down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We took a shuttle to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We went on a cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dad fixed the car while we were gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We drove home to Columbia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We resumed college life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We fought about money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We fought about family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We fought about all the things newlyweds fight about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We always forgave one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I student taught.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1Xz3vSJmI/AAAAAAAABBw/8kgCyGiUX9E/s1600/IMG_1810_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1Xz3vSJmI/AAAAAAAABBw/8kgCyGiUX9E/s320/IMG_1810_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We celebrated one year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We realized we had a lot debt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I finished college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I took a job substitute teaching.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We moved to a duplex, so we could get a puppy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mom and I drove 300 miles to get our puppy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We named our puppy Fiona--she became more like our child than our dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiona loved walks and so did we.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He finished college.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I stared graduate school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We got into more debt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiona got really sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiona spent a night in puppy ICU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;More debt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiona got better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He worked two jobs:&amp;nbsp; Starbucks Barista and Apple Technician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I started teaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Being a full-time graduate student and full-time teacher while he worked two jobs was stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We fought about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1X_W-Ti2I/AAAAAAAABB4/kFLw75ZEiG4/s1600/IMG_2516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1X_W-Ti2I/AAAAAAAABB4/kFLw75ZEiG4/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We celebrated two years. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I trained for a half-marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My training was cut short due to anemia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I looked for teaching jobs in KC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I got hired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I finished my Master's Degree and my first year of teaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We started paying down our debt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He got a tech job in KC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We moved to a duplex North of the Missouri River in KC with a nice fenced yard for Fiona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We finally replaced the 275,000 mile car that broke down on our honeymoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We replaced his wrecked black ford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I stared teaching 8th-grade at my new school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I got a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We got cable for the first time during our marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We watched too much TV and regretted signing a contract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1YOyxBzoI/AAAAAAAABCE/4MfWHWabvH0/s1600/IMG_2967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1YOyxBzoI/AAAAAAAABCE/4MfWHWabvH0/s320/IMG_2967.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We celebrated three years. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I ran a half-marathon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We lived a relatively quiet year (or, at least, I can't remember it) together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We understood one another better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We barely fought anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1XRk_v7cI/AAAAAAAABBc/CVpDXKGQBwI/s1600/DSCN0376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1XRk_v7cI/AAAAAAAABBc/CVpDXKGQBwI/s320/DSCN0376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;We celebrated four years. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We tried to buy a house--we couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We decided we hated the suburbs and started looking for rentals south of the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;People warned us about crime south of the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We decided to get a big dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We brought Nora home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We moved to a duplex in Brookside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We walked to coffee shops, restaurants and parks--we loved our new location.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Turns out there is not as much crime as they said there would be south of the river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He got a new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He got a raise--YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I trained for a half-marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I sprained my ankle pretty badly the weekend before the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I cheered the runners from my front yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Understanding and love for one another grew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nora chewed our nightstand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nora chewed our coffee table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nora tore our comforter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We decided next time, we'll get a grown dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I started training for the Chicago Marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He decided to read all the Pulitzers before 30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We had become pretty goal oriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We took a budget -friendly weekend to stay in a yurt in the "mountains" of Arkansas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We were pretty impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We walked the dogs a lot in an attempt to stay in budget.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We were learned living on a budget wasn't so bad. In fact, it was nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We traveled to Chicago for the marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I got sick; the temps were high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I didn't qualify for Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He believed in me and told me to try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We went for a walk and spotted a house in our price range.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We looked at more homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We bought our first home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We were happier than we ever thought possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;More in love than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've worked through a lot together and are better for it.&amp;nbsp; Our relationship is stronger than it has ever been.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad we took those vows five years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, we celebrate FIVE years!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-6184212690536157738?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6184212690536157738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-years-in-review.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6184212690536157738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6184212690536157738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-years-in-review.html' title='We Are Celebrating FIVE Years'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TR1Wo97ziQI/AAAAAAAABA4/yLujj6f_63g/s72-c/n15913999_30451593_8754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3382803899245607715</id><published>2010-12-27T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T06:42:15.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Family Photos</title><content type='html'>The Hubs and I had a great holiday.&amp;nbsp; We spent Christmas Eve with his parents and Christmas day with mine.&amp;nbsp; I like to call his family's Holiday the calm before the storm.&amp;nbsp; At my folks, we celebrated with two parents, three sisters, one hubs, my sisters' roommate, six dogs, and more than enough wine and snickerdoodles to go around.&amp;nbsp; It was a great time had by all.&amp;nbsp; We even planned an awkward family photo this year--hahaha. Nora even dashed over to make it into the shot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TRikpt-QjwI/AAAAAAAABAs/Rp32DkASk58/s1600/166501_1634996966781_1592401919_1449076_5729492_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TRikpt-QjwI/AAAAAAAABAs/Rp32DkASk58/s400/166501_1634996966781_1592401919_1449076_5729492_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;From Left: Back:&amp;nbsp; Hubs, Older Sis (Jess), Roommate (Alex), Pa; Front:&amp;nbsp; Me, Little Sis (Jamie), Ma; Center: Nora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Christmas booty this year consisted of lots of new running gear.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I am just about to go try it out.&amp;nbsp; Don't Worry reviews are coming soon!&amp;nbsp; Also coming up this Friday:&amp;nbsp; The Hubs and I's fifth Wedding Anniversary--I can't wait to share the details.&amp;nbsp; We have a fancy night planned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3382803899245607715?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3382803899245607715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/awkward-family-photos.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3382803899245607715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3382803899245607715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/awkward-family-photos.html' title='Awkward Family Photos'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TRikpt-QjwI/AAAAAAAABAs/Rp32DkASk58/s72-c/166501_1634996966781_1592401919_1449076_5729492_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-6661833062192481124</id><published>2010-12-23T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:26:29.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hear those Sleigh Bells Jingling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TROwbR6wKvI/AAAAAAAABAo/R-3-ULx4Sco/s1600/Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TROwbR6wKvI/AAAAAAAABAo/R-3-ULx4Sco/s320/Christmas.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-6661833062192481124?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6661833062192481124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-hear-those-sleigh-bells-jingling.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6661833062192481124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6661833062192481124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-hear-those-sleigh-bells-jingling.html' title='Just Hear those Sleigh Bells Jingling...'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TROwbR6wKvI/AAAAAAAABAo/R-3-ULx4Sco/s72-c/Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7379171749057200471</id><published>2010-12-19T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T05:03:16.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training this Week=Two Thumbs Down</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be finishing up the second week of training for the St. Louis Marathon today, but I am not.&amp;nbsp; This week was a bad week for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to schedule conflicts, I put off getting my mileage in until the end of the week--BAD IDEA!!!&amp;nbsp; I was able to run 3 miles on Thursday, but that was it.&amp;nbsp; THE FLU STRUCK!!!&amp;nbsp; For the past few days I have been curled up in bed waiting for this thing to pass.&amp;nbsp; I am the worst kind of sick person.&amp;nbsp; I whine, complain, whatever it takes to make the world know my agony.&amp;nbsp; I am a baby when it comes to getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fever broke today, but I still feel weak and plan to take the day off.&amp;nbsp; I feel guilty for not running.&amp;nbsp; Is that wrong?&amp;nbsp; I plan to make up this week during the one coming up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this bug should be gone in time for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7379171749057200471?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7379171749057200471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/training-this-weektwo-thumbs-down.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7379171749057200471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7379171749057200471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/training-this-weektwo-thumbs-down.html' title='Training this Week=Two Thumbs Down'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2012919661803309132</id><published>2010-12-14T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:43:35.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrr *shiver, shiver*</title><content type='html'>Last week, I started training for the St. Louis Marathon in April.&amp;nbsp; Despite the move, I didn't miss a single workout.&amp;nbsp; This week--a much less busy week--I have already missed one.&amp;nbsp; Why, you ask?&amp;nbsp; Weather.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how I am gonna train in frigid temps this winter.&amp;nbsp; It was so cold this week, and I don't it was the worst weather we will see this season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the cold.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, you should see my coat--it is a down-filled beast.&amp;nbsp; When it is cold, I don't care about fashion.&amp;nbsp; It is like my body closes in on itself in the cold; my shoulders hunch, my head tuck low like a turtle retreating to its shell, and, despite all attempts, I constantly shiver.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, this is not prime running form.&amp;nbsp; I bought some sweet tights and a nice running shirt, but I still fear the cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the temps drop and the winds blow?&amp;nbsp; Do you retreat to your comforter like me?&amp;nbsp; Or do you brave the conditions?&amp;nbsp; If you are a winter-weather warrior, help me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2012919661803309132?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2012919661803309132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/brrrrr-shiver-shiver.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2012919661803309132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2012919661803309132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/brrrrr-shiver-shiver.html' title='Brrrrr *shiver, shiver*'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5435899715368295254</id><published>2010-12-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:03:07.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Loss</title><content type='html'>A friend posted this on Facebook, and I decided to share it with you all.&amp;nbsp; It is a powerful article about love and loss.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.stltoday.com/suburban-journals/stcharles/news/stevepokin/article_7eeec7ea-3bcd-5d99-b3da-226e80944523.html?sms_ss=email&amp;amp;at_xt=4d062ee888d378f7%2C0"&gt;Read it here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5435899715368295254?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5435899715368295254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-and-loss.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5435899715368295254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5435899715368295254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-and-loss.html' title='Love and Loss'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7365745967094595117</id><published>2010-12-12T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:03:14.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me?  I Missed You!</title><content type='html'>Well, I obviously flopped on the thirty days of thanks, nor have I posted in a good long while.&amp;nbsp; Trust me, I have a great reason--WE BOUGHT OUR FIRST HOME!!!&amp;nbsp; It was a busy month and few weeks, but last weekend, after days of packing we trudged all of our stuff over to our home!&amp;nbsp; I totally underestimated the time, effort, and emotions that go into buying a home, but the end result is well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TQVwd9gVF8I/AAAAAAAABAk/bhhp9rKHPLo/s1600/-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TQVwd9gVF8I/AAAAAAAABAk/bhhp9rKHPLo/s400/-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will post pics as soon as we do some painting.&amp;nbsp; We are so EXCITED!!!&amp;nbsp; BEST. CHRISTMAS. PRESENT. EVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7365745967094595117?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7365745967094595117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/miss-me-i-missed-you.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7365745967094595117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7365745967094595117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/miss-me-i-missed-you.html' title='Miss Me?  I Missed You!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TQVwd9gVF8I/AAAAAAAABAk/bhhp9rKHPLo/s72-c/-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-4213421896478834265</id><published>2010-11-21T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:03:19.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!!  Way Behind on the 30 Days of Thanks!</title><content type='html'>I am SO sorry bloggers!!!&amp;nbsp; I haven't kept of my 30 Days of Thanks posts at all this week.&amp;nbsp; We have been busy with house stuff, and just a little overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; Here is a brief catch-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16:&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Great co-workers&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I work with a great team of teachers.&amp;nbsp; They are devoted to the kids, but know how to keep it light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17:&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Pumpkin Pie&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to get my hands on some of that goodness in a few short days.&amp;nbsp; I don't know about you, but I ice mine in whipped cream.&amp;nbsp; Pumpkin pie is the best when COVERED in whipped cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18:&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;My Garmin&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I seriously don't know how I ever ran without it.&amp;nbsp; Best. Running. Invention. EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19:&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Books&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Although I rarely find the time, I love sitting down with a good read.&amp;nbsp; I need to plow through my next book club book soon if I plan on finishing before we meet. (I never seem to finish the books on time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20: &lt;b&gt;The Home Depot&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I have been having so much fun looking around at things we are gonna need for our house.&amp;nbsp; We know we aren't gonna renovate the whole house right away, but we are excited to work on some home improvement projects together this winter and spring.&amp;nbsp; I am excited to finally live in a place where I am allowed to paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21:&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;A two-day week&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, I am ready for the short week followed by a loooooooong break.&amp;nbsp; Hooray for holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-4213421896478834265?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4213421896478834265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow-way-behind-on-30-days-of-thanks.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4213421896478834265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4213421896478834265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow-way-behind-on-30-days-of-thanks.html' title='WOW!!!  Way Behind on the 30 Days of Thanks!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3782587081427078934</id><published>2010-11-15T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T19:10:04.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Thanks:  Day 15: Decision Made</title><content type='html'>After Chicago,&lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-i-need-your-advice.html"&gt; I toyed with the idea of running a second fall marathon&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; A redemption race, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the Chicago Marathon was supposed to be the big one.&amp;nbsp; It was my birthday, 10-10-10, the whole family was coming to watch, and I only had to beat my PR by 52 seconds to qualify.&amp;nbsp; This race was determined to be my BQ.&amp;nbsp; Well, like I said in &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-to-motivate-chicago-marathon-race.html"&gt;my race report&lt;/a&gt;, you can't always get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought because my training was done, it wouldn't hurt to try a second go at a local, low pressure race.&amp;nbsp; The only thing was, I felt so uncertain.&amp;nbsp; Chicago had taken its toll on my body: I was sick and sore for almost two weeks following, and tired and worn out for quite a bit longer.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted my BQ so badly, I thought I had to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life has a way of deciding things for you sometimes.&amp;nbsp; For that, I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week following the marathon, my husband and I were out walking the dogs when we passed a cute, little bungalow-style house.&amp;nbsp; We walked up to the info tube attached to the sign just to check out the price and see if it was something we could afford.&amp;nbsp; Turns out this house was cheap.&amp;nbsp; We could totally put money down and buy this home.&amp;nbsp; We could finally reach a long time goal: become homeowners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this cute little home was so cheap, we just knew there had to be others.&amp;nbsp; We went home, researched, and by Wednesday of that week were looking at a handful of homes with a realtor.&amp;nbsp; The decision was made that it was in our best interest to see if we could purchase a home, and in doing so, we decided to save some money.&amp;nbsp; Although we had some funds saved, we knew from talking to friends who recently purchased homes that there tended to be a lot more money needed then the amount it takes to simply get into the home.&amp;nbsp; Purchasing a home comes with buying window treatments, making a few repairs, and adding the little &lt;i&gt;this-is-my-home&lt;/i&gt; touches.&amp;nbsp; If we were going to take this leap, we were gonna need some extra dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to cut all extra spending.&amp;nbsp; No extra spending meant no extra marathon.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, what a relief!&amp;nbsp; Because I haven't spent the last few weeks training, I have been able to rejuvenate myself physically and mentally for my spring marathon training.&amp;nbsp; I also had the chance to help a friend train for her upcoming marathon (she hopes for her BQ this time around).&amp;nbsp; As I sit typing this, I feel recovered and strong, so glad I am not running a marathon this weekend, and ready to bust out a BQ in April of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how's the house hunting, you ask???&amp;nbsp; Well, my bloggy-friends, you will just have to wait and see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3782587081427078934?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3782587081427078934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-15-decision-made.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3782587081427078934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3782587081427078934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-15-decision-made.html' title='30 Days of Thanks:  Day 15: Decision Made'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7887297367328491718</id><published>2010-11-14T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:17:54.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Thanks Day 14:  Great Friends</title><content type='html'>I love meeting new people and making friends.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for running buddies, for work comrades, for the grab-a-beer crowd, for the ones that love Royals games, for people I can vent with, for the ones I have had for years, for the ones I met a few months ago, for those who live near, for those who moved far, for the ones that need advice and those that freely give it, for friends with more life experience, for the ones I see daily, weekly, or just every once and awhile.&amp;nbsp; For all the friends who have helped me through the tough spots or just laughed with me through the good times, I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7887297367328491718?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7887297367328491718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-14-great-friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7887297367328491718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7887297367328491718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-14-great-friends.html' title='30 Days of Thanks Day 14:  Great Friends'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8521394635574335956</id><published>2010-11-14T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:42:08.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Thanks Day 13</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for long walks with The Hubs and the pups.&amp;nbsp; My husband has been working on getting back into shape, so he has decided to start walking daily.&amp;nbsp; I love this because it means we get to spend thirty minutes to an hour each evening just catching up and hanging out.&amp;nbsp; Plus, our rambunctious dogs get the exercise they so desperately need--without it, they can be some crazy beasts!&amp;nbsp; We currently live in one of the most walkable areas in the city, so there is a ton of architecture to see on our strolls through the neighborhoods.&amp;nbsp; We also get to meet neighbors, vent about work, etc., and spend quality time together everyday!&amp;nbsp; I look forward to our walks and hope we can keep them up throughout the winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Side Note:&amp;nbsp; I know it is the 14th...I plan to post about day 14 later this evening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8521394635574335956?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8521394635574335956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-13.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8521394635574335956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8521394635574335956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-13.html' title='30 Days of Thanks Day 13'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7169393843501041688</id><published>2010-11-13T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T06:03:19.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 DOT Day 11 &amp; 12:  PB and Nanners</title><content type='html'>The days got away from me this week, so I am playing a little bloggy catch-up today.&amp;nbsp; In order to expedite the the catch-up I am going to combine Day 11 &amp;amp; 12.&amp;nbsp; Besides, these two things just go so great together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 11:&amp;nbsp; Peanut Butter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat this American Masterpiece so much, we go through a jar in a little over a week's time.&amp;nbsp; PB goes with almost everything, and even tastes great by itself.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, George Washington Carver, you truly are a master chef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 12:&amp;nbsp; Bananas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas are another staple in our household.&amp;nbsp; Lately, we have been eating two large bunches every week.&amp;nbsp; These babies don't even have the chance to grow one brown sugar spot in this home--we eat 'em up quick!&amp;nbsp; I've heard this fruit might be extinct soon, and I am hoping that is just a rumor.&amp;nbsp; I will mourn them if they go.&amp;nbsp; Bananas are good plain, in cereal, in pudding, in bread form, even as a first meal on an English Muffin, with honey, cinnamon, and, of course, my other favorite food: Peanut Butter.&amp;nbsp; That, my friends, is my breakfast of champions!&amp;nbsp; mmmmm....pb and bananas....auugghhh! ::read like Homer Simpson :) ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEBJ1eDbNwI/AAAAAAAAA4s/OJQPvFRChqw/s1600/bfast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEBJ1eDbNwI/AAAAAAAAA4s/OJQPvFRChqw/s640/bfast.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What is your breakfast of champions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7169393843501041688?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7169393843501041688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-dot-day-11-12-pb-and-nanners.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7169393843501041688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7169393843501041688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-dot-day-11-12-pb-and-nanners.html' title='30 DOT Day 11 &amp; 12:  PB and Nanners'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEBJ1eDbNwI/AAAAAAAAA4s/OJQPvFRChqw/s72-c/bfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7949594600914884778</id><published>2010-11-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:24:06.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30DOT Day 10: Sisters</title><content type='html'>Today is my little sisters birthday, therefore I am celebrating sisters.&amp;nbsp; I am the middle of three girls, and although my home was never short on drama, I wouldn't change a thing! I am grateful for the fights, the tears, the inside jokes, and the forever friendship that comes along with having sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNtQJdg3ckI/AAAAAAAABAQ/W_zDvnLgu-U/s1600/DSCN0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNtQJdg3ckI/AAAAAAAABAQ/W_zDvnLgu-U/s320/DSCN0393.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize.&amp;nbsp; Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks.&amp;nbsp; Borrow.&amp;nbsp; Break.&amp;nbsp; Monopolize the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; Are always underfoot.&amp;nbsp; But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there.&amp;nbsp; Defending you against all comers.&amp;nbsp; ~Pam Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNtSKHPwOMI/AAAAAAAABAU/1KuweDkYUrA/s1600/DSCN0965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNtSKHPwOMI/AAAAAAAABAU/1KuweDkYUrA/s320/DSCN0965.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.&amp;nbsp; ~Linda Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNtSTK7qj3I/AAAAAAAABAc/xVl9KPwcieE/s1600/IMG_3103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNtSTK7qj3I/AAAAAAAABAc/xVl9KPwcieE/s320/IMG_3103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.&amp;nbsp; ~Marion C. Garretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNtSM_CBcZI/AAAAAAAABAY/lyqoiNsTJo4/s1600/IMG_1735_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNtSM_CBcZI/AAAAAAAABAY/lyqoiNsTJo4/s320/IMG_1735_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;To the outside world we all grow old.&amp;nbsp; But not to brothers and sisters.&amp;nbsp; We know each other as we always were.&amp;nbsp; We know each other's hearts.&amp;nbsp; We share private family jokes.&amp;nbsp; We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.&amp;nbsp; We live outside the touch of time.&amp;nbsp; ~Clara Ortega&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7949594600914884778?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7949594600914884778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30dot-day-10-sisters.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7949594600914884778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7949594600914884778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30dot-day-10-sisters.html' title='30DOT Day 10: Sisters'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNtQJdg3ckI/AAAAAAAABAQ/W_zDvnLgu-U/s72-c/DSCN0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-637978105272638769</id><published>2010-11-09T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:12:38.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 DOT Day 9:  A 72 Degree Day in November in KC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNoNi54iapI/AAAAAAAABAM/lVMgya-Nzic/s1600/SmileySun.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNoNi54iapI/AAAAAAAABAM/lVMgya-Nzic/s400/SmileySun.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously, I wore shorts on my walk with the dogs tonight!&amp;nbsp; I hope we have a lot of days like today this winter! :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-637978105272638769?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/637978105272638769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-dot-day-9-72-degree-day-in-november.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/637978105272638769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/637978105272638769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-dot-day-9-72-degree-day-in-november.html' title='30 DOT Day 9:  A 72 Degree Day in November in KC'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNoNi54iapI/AAAAAAAABAM/lVMgya-Nzic/s72-c/SmileySun.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2198066642924199834</id><published>2010-11-08T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:46:41.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 DOT Day 8:  Chilean Miner-Type Marathoners</title><content type='html'>There were great runners competing in this weekend's ING NYC Marathon, but the name I heard the most about wasn't the name of the first person to come across the finish line.&amp;nbsp; The name I heard over and over and the face I saw again and again on my TV was the face of Edison Pena, the Chilean Miner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNiZ1rQdR6I/AAAAAAAABAI/4joAMOW1VpE/s1600/Chilean-miner-Edison-Pena-006-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNiZ1rQdR6I/AAAAAAAABAI/4joAMOW1VpE/s320/Chilean-miner-Edison-Pena-006-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love that marathons aren't really about the winners, because the truth is, if you had the courage to train and compete for the race, you're a winner.&amp;nbsp; I love the people close to the back of the pack; the men and women who are doing it just to prove to themselves that they can finish.&amp;nbsp; When I cheer on runners in local races, I am wowed by the front-runners ease and speed, but blown away by the ones that keep trudging along, the ones that won't stop no matter what.&amp;nbsp; Those are the brave ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a trial run of a local running groups a few weeks ago and left feeling a little discouraged.&amp;nbsp; I was running with the faster group when a couple people started talking about the recent Boston Marathon registration issues.&amp;nbsp; These people were disappointed about qualifying, but not being able to get in the race.&amp;nbsp; I can understand that frustration, but then the conversation took a turn for the worse.&amp;nbsp; One guy started going on and on about how all major marathons should have qualifying times and how ludicrous it was that fields were getting so huge, filling up with runners who as he put it ran "at a ridiculously slow pace."&amp;nbsp; He went on to talk about how no one should accept a 6 hour marathon-finishing time.&amp;nbsp; He believed these people were taking away entry spots from faster (and I guess he thought, more worthy) competitors.&amp;nbsp; He moved onto charity runners next, explaining how there should be special "run-for-charity" marathons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am opinionated and honest--I take the old phrase &lt;i&gt;honesty is the best policy&lt;/i&gt; quite literally--so I donated my two-cents (I guess I was being a "charity runner" haha).&amp;nbsp; I told the runner that I believed that it is the same back(and middle)-of-the-pack runners he believes should be forced to qualify that give the sport credibility.&amp;nbsp; I told the story about my rough experience at Chicago and the way being with those runners made me feel.&amp;nbsp; They don't let you drop, they cheer you on, and they keep going long past the four mark--that is true mental endurance!&amp;nbsp; Those runners have helped marathoning explode as a sport--more people than ever before are making it to the starting line!&amp;nbsp; Those are the people the spectators come to see--streets are lined with signs cheering on &lt;i&gt;Susan&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Charlie&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Team Jones&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I rarely see signs cheering Kiplagat on to a first place finish (although, I am sure she has her family of spectators as well).&amp;nbsp; Marathons are meant to inspire, and what could be more inspiring than a guy who loses 100 pounds and runs across the finish lines of a 26.2 mile race with fists in the air and tears in his eyes.&amp;nbsp; I think those runners have every right to reach their goals and dreams of finishing a marathon as anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, didn't we all go out for the first marathon just to see if we could it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for those inspirational runners whose stories make us cry, give us hope, and inspire us to give more, strive for better, and go after it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;***Disclosure:&amp;nbsp; Just FYI, I do not consider myself fast.&amp;nbsp; I am not elite or anything.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2198066642924199834?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2198066642924199834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-dot-day-8-chilean-miner-type.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2198066642924199834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2198066642924199834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-dot-day-8-chilean-miner-type.html' title='30 DOT Day 8:  Chilean Miner-Type Marathoners'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNiZ1rQdR6I/AAAAAAAABAI/4joAMOW1VpE/s72-c/Chilean-miner-Edison-Pena-006-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-9192523397130839136</id><published>2010-11-07T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:03:57.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 DOT Day 6 &amp; 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Day 6:&amp;nbsp; Thankful People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since starting the thankful posts on November 1st, I have noticed myself thinking more about what I am thankful for and less about what annoys and bothers me!&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; It is something small, but writing these posts is shifting my thinking a bit.&amp;nbsp; Here is a list of some other thankful bloggers.&amp;nbsp; If you are feeling grumpy or having a bad day, just jump to their blogs and chances are you will realize you have plenty to feel good about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://proudpatriot07.wordpress.com/"&gt;Proud Patriot 07&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dare-to-tri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teacher Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marathonmoments.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningmumma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwagegroupsrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;AJH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onecrazypenguin.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Crazy Penguin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arunnersheart.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fitandfabulousatforty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baha703ironman.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://runisthenewwalk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meredith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://runtothefinish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda-Run to the Finish (she has been rocking the gratitude journal for a while now)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is not too late to join in on the fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Day 7:&amp;nbsp; Being Bad at Volleyball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;in the 8th Grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;b&gt;WARNING&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; this is technically a repeat from last year's 30 Day's of Thanks, but because I had &lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt; whole followers back then, and this is something I am grateful for &lt;b&gt;EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE&lt;/b&gt;, I thought it deserved a re-post--with an actual audience this time :) )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was growing up, 8th grade was the first time that I could play sports for a school instead of a city league.&amp;nbsp; All the cool kids were doing it, and like most 8th graders, I wanted to be cool.&amp;nbsp; My options in the fall were volleyball and cross country.&amp;nbsp; Too put it plainly, I sucked at volleyball--still do.&amp;nbsp; I chose cross country--best decision I ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I wasn't dreadfully awful at an athletic competition.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I was decent.&amp;nbsp; I continued my running through high school and, even though I was no longer on a team, ran throughout college as well.&amp;nbsp; It was in college that I trained and completed my first marathon.&amp;nbsp; Since then, I have completed a variety of races in a variety of lengths, including a second marathon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My goal now is to qualify for the Boston Marathon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running has taught me discipline and developed my character.&amp;nbsp; Running is one of those sports that no one can &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;make&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a person do.&amp;nbsp; Usually, runners do it alone.&amp;nbsp; If I am going out for seven miles and turn back home after two no one will know but me, yet I almost always go the seven or eight or thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running helps me to slow down.&amp;nbsp; Anyone who knows me or has ever had even a brief conversation with me, may have picked up on the fact that I am a bit high-strung.&amp;nbsp; When I run, it is a time for me to be calm and collect myself.&amp;nbsp; On top of that, running (I believe) is the best way to see a city, town, neighborhood, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running has helped me form inseparable bonds with others around me.&amp;nbsp; I believe that when people complete something difficult together, that bond stays with them forever.&amp;nbsp; Some of the people that I have trained with later went on to become my maid-of-honor and my husband.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about the sport and its benefits.&amp;nbsp; I try to create converts all the time.&amp;nbsp; Running is the thing that I look forward to everyday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so grateful that I was a horrible volleyball player in the 8th grade :)  I love running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-9192523397130839136?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9192523397130839136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-dot-day-6-7.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/9192523397130839136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/9192523397130839136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-dot-day-6-7.html' title='30 DOT Day 6 &amp; 7'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3477331188457144095</id><published>2010-11-05T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T18:01:32.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30DOT Day 5:  WEEKENDS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so grateful for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WEEKENDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNSoU6NLKgI/AAAAAAAABAE/0Vb4hGQ9_Fc/s1600/SmileYourCoffeeLovesYou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNSoU6NLKgI/AAAAAAAABAE/0Vb4hGQ9_Fc/s400/SmileYourCoffeeLovesYou.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hubs and I have a lazy one planned with some grading and cleaning mixed in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How will you be enjoying your weekend???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3477331188457144095?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3477331188457144095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30dot-day-5-weekends.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3477331188457144095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3477331188457144095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30dot-day-5-weekends.html' title='30DOT Day 5:  WEEKENDS!!!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNSoU6NLKgI/AAAAAAAABAE/0Vb4hGQ9_Fc/s72-c/SmileYourCoffeeLovesYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-6379928786479570505</id><published>2010-11-04T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:02:08.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30DOT Day 4: A Job That Makes Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>It is easy to get stuck in the Isn't-There-A-Better-Job-For-Me-Out-There doldrums.&amp;nbsp; I've been there a time or two, but today I am grateful for a job that makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching middle schoolers, I come home with a new, silly story almost daily.&amp;nbsp; My students say some of the weirdest stuff, and I love when the whole class gets to share a laugh.&amp;nbsp; This year has been an interesting one; I have questioned if I really want to stay in this line of work.&amp;nbsp; After sifting through the doubts, I take a step back and remind myself how much fun and variety I get to experience everyday.&amp;nbsp; Even with all the politics, bad press, and negativity surrounding education these days, I still think I laugh and smile more in my day than most people do while performing their daily job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, summer's off isn't too bad either :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-6379928786479570505?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6379928786479570505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30dot-day-4-job-that-makes-me-laugh.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6379928786479570505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6379928786479570505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30dot-day-4-job-that-makes-me-laugh.html' title='30DOT Day 4: A Job That Makes Me Laugh'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2641321755895971620</id><published>2010-11-03T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:55:46.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Thanks:  Morning JOLT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;First, let me say that I am so jazzed about all of the bloggers that have decided to join in on the 30 Days of Thanks!&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;If you have joined, let me know in a comment on this post, and I will set up a link to your blog on my blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt; Let's spread an attitude of gratitude (I think that is one of those things your teachers used to say in grade school--LOL).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the daily gratitude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person, but it seems that older I get, the more I need a little jolt to get me moving in the morning.&amp;nbsp; This is especially true on the weekdays when I am greeted by over-excited thirteen and fourteen year-olds promptly at 7:25.&amp;nbsp; On these days, I definitely love me some coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell and taste of coffee reminds me of the spontaneity of my college days.&amp;nbsp; I use it to catch up with old friends.&amp;nbsp; I walk my dogs to the coffee house during warmer months, using the time to enjoy a good read or crossword on the cafe's patio.&amp;nbsp; There are so many things I love about this simple beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The man I now call my husband first introduced me to the joys of java when we dating back at good ol' Mizzou.&amp;nbsp; I started with Mocha or a coffee with a lot of extra flavoring, sugar, and cream.&amp;nbsp; Since my college days, I have matured to coffee with just a small drop of skim milk.&amp;nbsp; How I take my caffeine buzz may have changed, but it is still a way to connect with my husband.&amp;nbsp; From our first date in a Columbia coffee house years ago to our budget-friendly reconnection each weekend at the Roasterrie coffee house near our current home, coffee has always been a big part of my husband and I's relationship.&amp;nbsp; We got to know each other drinking coffee, wrote our wedding vows with mug in hand, worked on our relationship while sipping a dark roast, and continue to discuss "the next step" over a cup of joe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNIEMx1Tn5I/AAAAAAAABAA/qyqgzR1d1yE/s1600/coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNIEMx1Tn5I/AAAAAAAABAA/qyqgzR1d1yE/s320/coffee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess coffee is a lot more to me than my morning jolt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2641321755895971620?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2641321755895971620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-morning-jolt.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2641321755895971620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2641321755895971620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-morning-jolt.html' title='30 Days of Thanks:  Morning JOLT'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNIEMx1Tn5I/AAAAAAAABAA/qyqgzR1d1yE/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-1091184167163303726</id><published>2010-11-02T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:40:08.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Thanks Day Two:  Lighter Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNCg1L7rs0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/AUEmf2y-kF4/s1600/IMG_1233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNCg1L7rs0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/AUEmf2y-kF4/s640/IMG_1233.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to get political on election day, but although there are very few things that George W. Bush did as president that I like, there is one decision made during his second term that I LOVE:&amp;nbsp; the Energy Policy Act of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy Policy Act of 2005 stretched Daylight savings time making it so it stays lighter later for longer.&amp;nbsp; Before 2007, Daylight Savings Time lasted from the first weekend in April until the last weekend in October.&amp;nbsp; Since 2007, Daylight Savings Time lasts from the second Sunday in March until the first Sunday in November.&amp;nbsp; This means more time after work to go on walks, sit on the back patio or, of course, get in a few extra running miles&amp;nbsp; before the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a means of collecting a little more cash in my paycheck, I recently added some after school activities to my work day.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to longer Daylight Savings, I can still get in a decent run after I finally arrive home.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know, we "fall back" this weekend, and I will most likely come home to a dark sky outside my window.&amp;nbsp; But I can be grateful about the sunlight extension while it is here, and I have fewer days to countdown until it comes back in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-1091184167163303726?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1091184167163303726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-two-lighter-later.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1091184167163303726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1091184167163303726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-day-two-lighter-later.html' title='30 Days of Thanks Day Two:  Lighter Later'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TNCg1L7rs0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/AUEmf2y-kF4/s72-c/IMG_1233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-4314820342689332735</id><published>2010-11-01T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:48:07.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Thanks Kick-Off</title><content type='html'>Last year, during the month of November, I completed &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;30 days of Thanks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on my blog.&amp;nbsp; I am going to start it up again today.&amp;nbsp; Everyday during November, I am going to post about one thing I am thankful for: it can be serious, silly or simple.&amp;nbsp; I have so many reasons to be grateful; I want to share the gratitude.&amp;nbsp; I invite you to try it on your blog, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day One:&amp;nbsp; Roads with wide sidewalks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when a road has a wide, well-maintained sidewalk.&amp;nbsp; I usually run on the street, but if the road is a busy one, I stick to the sidewalks.&amp;nbsp; I love it when they are wide enough for me to run on one side while a family with a stroller passes by on the other.&amp;nbsp; Wide sidewalks are also great for walks with my pups, Nora and Fiona.&amp;nbsp; The two dogs walk best when they are striding right beside one another.&amp;nbsp; When a sidewalk is wide, the hubs, the pups and I can all walk right next to one another.&amp;nbsp; It is a beautiful thing.&amp;nbsp; I truly love sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, yes, but I am grateful nonetheless.&amp;nbsp; HAPPY NOVEMBER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-4314820342689332735?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4314820342689332735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-kick-off.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4314820342689332735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4314820342689332735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-thanks-kick-off.html' title='30 Days of Thanks Kick-Off'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-350595893566981161</id><published>2010-10-31T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:39:01.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where You Been?</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the lag in blogging.&amp;nbsp; This week has been SUPER-BUSY (more on why later)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the things I had to get done this week, I was able to run a solid 30 miles.&amp;nbsp; In busy times, I find my sanity in spandex on the streets (I am talking about running, obviously!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many things I did this week was head out for the last poker run of the SB2SB (Sports Bras to Sports Bars) season.&amp;nbsp; The fun run benefited the Humane Society of KC, so this shin-dig included TWO of my favorite things:&amp;nbsp; running and dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TM3QtdolEJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/P24oq-nvMDY/s1600/sbdog.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TM3QtdolEJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/P24oq-nvMDY/s320/sbdog.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cutie was up for adoption at the run.&amp;nbsp; If we didn't already have two &lt;strike&gt;children&lt;/strike&gt; pups, I totally would have brought this little girl home with me!&amp;nbsp; If you want to give this pup and her cute ears a home, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.hsgkc.org/petsoftheweek.html"&gt;Humane Society of Greater Kansas City's Webpage&lt;/a&gt;--She's the pet of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TM3QxmnS5FI/AAAAAAAAA_4/RmJAtXJO9_c/s1600/sbwin.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TM3QxmnS5FI/AAAAAAAAA_4/RmJAtXJO9_c/s400/sbwin.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I met Anna when I joined SB2SB earlier this season.&amp;nbsp; We have since become great running buddies:&amp;nbsp; we run the same pace and entertain ourselves with goofy conversations along the way!&amp;nbsp; We decided to finish this last run of the season together!&amp;nbsp; Anna has a much cuter &lt;i&gt;cross-the-finish-line jump &lt;/i&gt;than I do. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TM3QvVIdWxI/AAAAAAAAA_0/E6NWehJ6BV8/s1600/sbshot.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TM3QvVIdWxI/AAAAAAAAA_0/E6NWehJ6BV8/s400/sbshot.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are all the winners: best poker hand, fastest feet, and best costume (it was Halloween, after all).&amp;nbsp; I am "punching" Anna because she came dressed as a Black-Eyed Pea.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-350595893566981161?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/350595893566981161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-you-been.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/350595893566981161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/350595893566981161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-you-been.html' title='Where You Been?'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TM3QtdolEJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/P24oq-nvMDY/s72-c/sbdog.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-177146302295153434</id><published>2010-10-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:08:01.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday:  Bloggy Love, Choices, Climate Change</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;strong&gt; i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; bloggy runners&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; This week I asked for advice about whether or not I should run a second 26.2 mile race this fall season: The Gobbler Gind in Overland Park, KS.&amp;nbsp; I have recieved some great feedback from you all!&amp;nbsp; This is totally why I love the blog community--you are so willing to help.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for all the input; I am still thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to make my decision until November 15th--that is when the rates increase :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; Decision:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am about to do something on my blog that irritates me:&amp;nbsp; be completely vague.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I are in the process of making a big decision.&amp;nbsp; I am not ready to share all the details, but I am completely excited about it.&amp;nbsp; I have a tendency to tell everyone everything, so this is a test in holding back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;See how annoying that was--I just totally built up to nothing.&amp;nbsp; I guess I can see where "I want to tell you, but I can't/not ready to&amp;nbsp;tell you" blog posts come from:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;pure excitement!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Wonderful Weather:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Now that I no longer have to worry about heat affecting my race performance, I must say that I am totally loving this fall.&amp;nbsp; It has been mild and pleasant with barely a drop of rain.&amp;nbsp; The crisp breeze and lack of summer humidity have mee loving these temps.&amp;nbsp; Last winter sure was a brutal one; my fingers are crossed that this winter will have me in a jacket rather than a coat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-177146302295153434?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/177146302295153434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/three-things-thursday-bloggy-love.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/177146302295153434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/177146302295153434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/three-things-thursday-bloggy-love.html' title='Three Things Thursday:  Bloggy Love, Choices, Climate Change'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7424469865359689341</id><published>2010-10-20T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T13:44:15.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway Winner or Keep it Coming!</title><content type='html'>The winner of the Chicabands (using random.org) is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Denise from &lt;a href="http://mnfirefly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Firefly's Running&lt;/a&gt;! Send me your info, and I will forward it on to the ladies at Chicabands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-author " id="c5099485296305178356"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15292110705865479925" rel="nofollow"&gt;Firefly's Running&lt;/a&gt; said... &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-5099485296305178356"&gt;Follower here. I use a hairbinder to pull it back.  &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt; &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-my-birthday-and-i-will-host.html?showComment=1286244341513#c5099485296305178356" title="comment permalink"&gt; October 4, 2010 7:05 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;Thanks to all who entered!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;I am also super-grateful for all the advice I am getting about the possible second fall marathon!&amp;nbsp; Keep it coming!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Help me out &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-i-need-your-advice.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-749660881"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-749660881"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-749660881"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-749660881"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer"&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-749660881"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-delete" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=984094130587920913&amp;amp;postID=5099485296305178356" title="Delete Comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7424469865359689341?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7424469865359689341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/giveaway-winner-or-keep-it-coming.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7424469865359689341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7424469865359689341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/giveaway-winner-or-keep-it-coming.html' title='Giveaway Winner or Keep it Coming!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-6675807324567458330</id><published>2010-10-19T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:13:47.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!  I Need Your Advice</title><content type='html'>I know I said that I would draw a winner for my &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-my-birthday-and-i-will-host.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;, and I will--tomorrow (look at it as one more day to enter).&amp;nbsp; Right now, I need your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, my &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-to-motivate-chicago-marathon-race.html"&gt;Chicago Marathon quest for a BQ &lt;/a&gt;did not go quite as planned.&amp;nbsp; I am for sure doing a spring race, but, today, I began to consider one more race this fall--&lt;a href="http://www.gobblergrindmarathon.com/Home_Page.html"&gt;The Gobbler Grind Marathon in Overland Park, KS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TL4VpnEPAbI/AAAAAAAAA_o/G3xKFIoohQY/s1600/gobbler.logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TL4VpnEPAbI/AAAAAAAAA_o/G3xKFIoohQY/s1600/gobbler.logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it would be a wise decision to compete in the race.&amp;nbsp; I have made a list of pros and cons to help with the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I have heard you are supposed to let your body rest after a big race, and there is just about a month before the Gobbler Grind Marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Also, although it said so on one website (not the race's site, mind you) that the race is a Boston Qualifier, I am not 100-percent sure of that.&amp;nbsp; I emailed the race director--hopefully he gets back to me soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how to train from here on out.&amp;nbsp; If I was in a training program for the race, this week would be my last big one before the taper...but I just finished a marathon--something I have heard you are not supposed to do while training for a marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I don't think this race will have spectators.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure how many aid stations there will be.&amp;nbsp; And I can't understand the online course map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I probably won't have a stomach bug for two marathons in a row (automatic plus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot less pressure--no runner tracking, no huge family get-a-way, no birthday celebration, no crowds, no corrals, no "date-to-motivate."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;3. I am already trained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Recovery issues (from Chi-Town 26.2) could get in the way--so like a problem, but it may&amp;nbsp; allow me to take a lot of pressure off of my own shoulders.&amp;nbsp; Since I am choosing this race on a whim, rather than planning eight months in advance, it seems spontaneous--an automatic pressure reducer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; I need something to build my marathon confidence again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; It may just be fun to run it--the course is beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Guaranteed not to be 80 degrees :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention no travel and my own bed the night before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;So what are your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Please,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;, please&lt;/i&gt; help me out.&amp;nbsp; Also, let me know if you are a running coach or what your running coach (if you have one) might say about this (those guys have studied this stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this idea today.&amp;nbsp; I really need everyone's help.&amp;nbsp; I am a pretty poor decider sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try out my legs on a long run (16-18 miles) this weekend and see how they feel.&amp;nbsp; I think that will help--&lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;what do you think?&amp;nbsp; Is that too long?&amp;nbsp; Should I rest if I am gonna go for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TL4WKHVp-cI/AAAAAAAAA_s/hzu60hdNIA8/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-19+at+17.04+%234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TL4WKHVp-cI/AAAAAAAAA_s/hzu60hdNIA8/s320/Photo+on+2010-10-19+at+17.04+%234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, I am a mess :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-6675807324567458330?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6675807324567458330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-i-need-your-advice.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6675807324567458330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6675807324567458330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-i-need-your-advice.html' title='HELP!!!  I Need Your Advice'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TL4VpnEPAbI/AAAAAAAAA_o/G3xKFIoohQY/s72-c/gobbler.logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7951578121517396962</id><published>2010-10-15T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:37:52.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Friday?  (oops!)</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Post-Marathon Trauma&lt;/b&gt;--Remember how I explained that during the Chicago Marathon I had some of the worst pain in my life?&amp;nbsp; Well, that pain took FOR.EV.ER. to subside.&amp;nbsp; On Monday night, I was convinced a trip to the ER was in order.&amp;nbsp; I was to a point where I couldn't stand up or stomach even a single bite of food.&amp;nbsp; I got through the evening on Gatorade and Imodium and headed to see the doctor the following day.&amp;nbsp; He ran some tests (no results, yet) and sent me on my way.&amp;nbsp; But he asked something interesting when I left his office--were you sick on race day?&amp;nbsp; I had been stuffed up the week before and a little achy.&amp;nbsp; I chocked it all up to allergies (maybe that was high hopes), but I wonder???&amp;nbsp; I am just grateful that five days later I can finally eat my morning waffles, PB, and banana with a calm belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Giveaway&lt;/b&gt;--Don't forget!&amp;nbsp; My Chicabands giveaway ends this Monday!&amp;nbsp; I am telling you--these things WORK!!!&amp;nbsp; Don't miss out on your chance at some freebies&lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-my-birthday-and-i-will-host.html"&gt; HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpKchoWaQI/AAAAAAAAA-o/IqlXqCFVlc0/s1600/DSCN0921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpKchoWaQI/AAAAAAAAA-o/IqlXqCFVlc0/s320/DSCN0921.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just one of the many cute Chicabands options you can choose from!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Kansas City Marathon-&lt;/b&gt;-Let me know if you are planning to trek the 13.1 or 26.2 mile course through my hometown this Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I will be volunteering on the course and would love to cheer you on toward your goal!&amp;nbsp; If you can, let me know the distance and what you will be wearing.&amp;nbsp; I am signed up to be working somewhere in the last few miles--right where you need a cheerleader!!!&amp;nbsp; GOOD LUCK, RUNNERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnaVujTAiI/AAAAAAAAA60/OgY-1hmvf-o/s1600/DSCN0782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnaVujTAiI/AAAAAAAAA60/OgY-1hmvf-o/s400/DSCN0782.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7951578121517396962?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7951578121517396962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/three-things-friday-oops.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7951578121517396962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7951578121517396962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/three-things-friday-oops.html' title='Three Things Friday?  (oops!)'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpKchoWaQI/AAAAAAAAA-o/IqlXqCFVlc0/s72-c/DSCN0921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-434891597296036908</id><published>2010-10-12T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:38:27.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date to Motivate:  A Chicago Marathon Race Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR_DaICD2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/bkU1sHqN4lE/s1600/poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR_DaICD2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/bkU1sHqN4lE/s320/poster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;But if you try sometimes you just might find&lt;br /&gt;You just might find&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;---The Rolling Stones &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Excitement built up in my tapered muscles all last week, and when Sunday finally arrived I was overflowing with energy, zeal, and a little stress.&amp;nbsp; I navigated the EL, the city streets, and, after finally dumping my gear at the gear station that seemed a marathon away itself, found my corral.&amp;nbsp; The temps were already warm then.&amp;nbsp; Who knew that after a week after running in spandex and an ear-warmer, I would be facing a high of 86 degrees.&amp;nbsp; I did a few stretches, met a few strangers, and took off with the crowd at the sound of the gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-8glCNhI/AAAAAAAAA_c/uHORFVmJmHc/s1600/the+start.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-8glCNhI/AAAAAAAAA_c/uHORFVmJmHc/s320/the+start.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first half was great.&amp;nbsp; My miles were quick, my step was light, and I was moving onward toward my BQ.&amp;nbsp; At mile thirteen I felt a gurgle in my stomach, and tried to move past it without worry, but at mile 14 I was reminded why not everyone does marathons.&amp;nbsp; I finally met an enemy that so many other runners have collided with, but whom I have been able to avoid throughout many races:&amp;nbsp; The Wall.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I get it now.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I ran into a ton of bricks.&amp;nbsp; My body went first, and, even worse, my mind was soon to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My stomach began twisting and churning in a way I had never experienced before.&amp;nbsp; I thought about how my first few miles had been great and I could still make it to a BQ by slowing my pace a bit for a mile or two.&amp;nbsp; This game wasn't over and I wasn't giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I struggled to start again.&amp;nbsp; I was forced to take long walk breaks just to continue and broke down in tears when I saw the 3:45 pace group run past me.&amp;nbsp; At that moment, I wanted to throw in the towel.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to quit.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't getting my goal, so what was the point?&amp;nbsp; Wasn't that really why I was in Chicago in the first place?&amp;nbsp; All I really wanted was a BQ, right?&amp;nbsp; This race was just a stepping stone to something bigger, better--something I deserve, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, I looked around.&amp;nbsp; There were countless people stopped and stretching on curbs, leaning on strangers.&amp;nbsp; Runners were staggering about the course.&amp;nbsp; I saw a women stop, kneel down and cry in the street until a man (i am guessing it was her husband or boyfriend) stopped, helped her up, grabbed her hand and walked with her until she could get going again.&amp;nbsp; Another runner, probably experiencing the same disappointment as me, reached around his back to his pace group number.&amp;nbsp; He tore the bib from his back that read 3:30--the same goal time as me.&amp;nbsp; He looked down at the goal time in hands, hung his head, crinkled it up and threw it to the ground.&amp;nbsp; He kept going.&amp;nbsp; There were so many runners on Saturday who, like me, came to the starting line with a goal in mind.&amp;nbsp; I am sure some got it, but I know many did not.&amp;nbsp; Although, these runners may not have earned the glory they desired, very few quit.&amp;nbsp; Some fainted and were pushed off the course in wheelchairs,&amp;nbsp; but quit? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wonder if my eyes were so focused on the prize that I forgot to stop and look around at where I was and what I had accomplished by merely stepping up to train for this race.&amp;nbsp; Goals are great.&amp;nbsp; I think we all should have them, and I am definitely not giving up on my Boston dreams, but maybe it was a little much to think that my first marathon after five years would be the one.&amp;nbsp; As I walked through the aid station at mile 18, thinking about how far away the finish line was from where I was standing, hearing the volunteers and spectators cheer me on, I remembered why I love this sport:&amp;nbsp; it is what I want it to be, what I make of it.&amp;nbsp; Everyone who trained for and finished this race became a hero to me--I wanted to be a hero, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kept going for 8 more grueling, stomach churning miles.&amp;nbsp; My calves starting bucking at mile 25, but it was too late for my muscles to scream out now.&amp;nbsp; I was too close. And, in the end, I finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After crossing the line, I doubled over in pain and a volunteer came and put me in a wheelchair.&amp;nbsp; I was taken to the med tent where two women had to force my body to sit upright, because it wouldn't do it on its own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I sat there disappointed, I began to think about what really mattered to me on 10-10-10--there was a lot to be grateful for on my 27th birthday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-Wy9PQNI/AAAAAAAAA_M/qmjBxxNt6ZE/s1600/DSCN0970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-Wy9PQNI/AAAAAAAAA_M/qmjBxxNt6ZE/s320/DSCN0970.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1.&amp;nbsp; The support of my husband.&amp;nbsp; He has put up with a lot from me these past few months leading up to the marathon.&amp;nbsp; He met me halfway through my long runs, simply because I left in the dark and he wanted to make sure everything was okay.&amp;nbsp; He kept me calm and focused and tried his best to understand my "marathon mania."&amp;nbsp; In the end, he told me he was proud, and, as usual, totally supported me going for my goal in a spring race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-NV8QkGI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BFWmO3jeiLg/s1600/DSCN0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-NV8QkGI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BFWmO3jeiLg/s320/DSCN0968.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2.&amp;nbsp; The support of my family.&amp;nbsp; They were all there.&amp;nbsp; I was so happy that my mom, who never missed a meet in high school, finally got to see me in one of my endurance events.&amp;nbsp; My dad, who believes in my drive more than anyone, was waiting to give me a hug.&amp;nbsp; Both sisters even came out holding up signs screaming for me to keep going.&amp;nbsp; The older we all get, the harder it is to get together; it was nice to spend a weekend in Chicago with one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-ezIwalI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IWeCKTCSq3Y/s1600/DSCN0983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-ezIwalI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IWeCKTCSq3Y/s320/DSCN0983.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; The support of friends.&amp;nbsp; Great friends came out to watch.&amp;nbsp; And those who couldn't be there in person, tracked me and texted words of encouragement throughout the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR_CoWmO0I/AAAAAAAAA_g/bGBEj8a17as/s1600/post+chicago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR_CoWmO0I/AAAAAAAAA_g/bGBEj8a17as/s320/post+chicago.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I learned a lot.&amp;nbsp; Too many lessons to be posted here, really.&amp;nbsp; Watch the level of excitement at the start.&amp;nbsp; Stop at every aid station--no matter what.&amp;nbsp; Don't psych yourself out.&amp;nbsp; If things go wrong, remember the old saying, &lt;i&gt;this too shall pass&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Most of all:&amp;nbsp; ENJOY THE MOMENT.&amp;nbsp; We who do marathons are so fortunate to be able to run and complete them--might as well give thanks and enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Now, I know what I need to do. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't get what I wanted, but I had what I needed: the support of family and friends and an opportunity to be better.&amp;nbsp; Plus, I got a finisher medal with my birthday all over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-oyYBa0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/fXcEeYI5-Z0/s1600/DSCN1002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-oyYBa0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/fXcEeYI5-Z0/s400/DSCN1002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-y67gjEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/jD24vbgdJag/s1600/DSCN1004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR-y67gjEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/jD24vbgdJag/s400/DSCN1004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and afterwards, we all got deep dish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-434891597296036908?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/434891597296036908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-to-motivate-chicago-marathon-race.html#comment-form' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/434891597296036908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/434891597296036908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-to-motivate-chicago-marathon-race.html' title='The Date to Motivate:  A Chicago Marathon Race Recap'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TLR_DaICD2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/bkU1sHqN4lE/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2273742616985424638</id><published>2010-10-08T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:34:04.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, this is it.  The big race weekend. The weather forecast has me a little worried.  On Sunday the low is forecasted to be 61 degrees and the high 82 degrees. I don't know how to feel about. I am staying positive and still shooting for that BQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2273742616985424638?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2273742616985424638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/marathon-weekend.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2273742616985424638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2273742616985424638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/marathon-weekend.html' title='Marathon Weekend'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-178346988869566101</id><published>2010-10-05T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:16:31.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am starting to worry it will be really warm in Chicago on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was going to be cold, so I made these.&amp;nbsp; Who knows if I will actually use them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fleeves = Fake + Sleeves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are made out of socks, and, if it is cold in Chicago on Sunday, I will be sporting my &lt;b&gt;fleeves&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If I get hot, I can simply kick them to the curb (literally)--no strings attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpPSdXkl5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/FqsSa_vVZ7k/s1600/DSCN0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpPSdXkl5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/FqsSa_vVZ7k/s320/DSCN0946.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Garmin is worn on the outside of the fleeves for my viewing pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpPeg54KbI/AAAAAAAAA_A/av2TV3SDT_s/s1600/DSCN0947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpPeg54KbI/AAAAAAAAA_A/av2TV3SDT_s/s320/DSCN0947.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fleeves come with a hole for the thumb to avoid shifting and twisting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpPoC4YZXI/AAAAAAAAA_E/sA85fQoS6oQ/s1600/DSCN0953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpPoC4YZXI/AAAAAAAAA_E/sA85fQoS6oQ/s320/DSCN0953.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fleeves make me look buff--hahaha...Just kidding!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget my birthday &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-my-birthday-and-i-will-host.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-178346988869566101?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/178346988869566101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/fleeves.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/178346988869566101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/178346988869566101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/fleeves.html' title='Fleeves'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpPSdXkl5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/FqsSa_vVZ7k/s72-c/DSCN0946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-1731885204196967482</id><published>2010-10-04T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:58:52.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is my Birthday; I'll Host a Giveaway if I Want to</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Not only is 10-10-10 my big race, it is also the day I will turn the big 2-7.&amp;nbsp; In honor of my birthday, here is your chance to win a little present: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpK8cln_EI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7dn4J3geF9I/s1600/DSCN0945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpK8cln_EI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7dn4J3geF9I/s320/DSCN0945.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go to the salon to update my do, I always hear the same thing from the stylist. &amp;nbsp;"&lt;i&gt;You have SO much hair&lt;/i&gt;," they say. &amp;nbsp;My hair is thick and long, so I usually run with a hat on my head. &amp;nbsp;I have never been able to find a head band that stays on my head without needing to be readjusted every few minutes. &amp;nbsp;They all seem to slip backward and eventually fall out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was contacted by the people at &lt;a href="http://www.chicabands.com/"&gt;Chicabands&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;They asked me to try out and review their product. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I felt skeptical at first. &amp;nbsp;There really isn't much to a headband, so how could these possibly be any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I went to the website to choose my bands. &amp;nbsp;Who knew running headbands could be so cute! &amp;nbsp;The hardest part about reviewing this product was picking one style from the awesome selection--they have over 200 styles! &amp;nbsp;I ultimately chose a baby blue bubble patterned band and a black and gold band (gotta support my Mizzou Tigers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpL2Vh0NpI/AAAAAAAAA-0/o-scHwl_o_Q/s1600/DSCN0921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpL2Vh0NpI/AAAAAAAAA-0/o-scHwl_o_Q/s320/DSCN0921.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here I am rockin' the baby blue style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpMwl03fCI/AAAAAAAAA-4/FB9uAIGcARc/s1600/DSCN0929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpMwl03fCI/AAAAAAAAA-4/FB9uAIGcARc/s320/DSCN0929.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...and, of coarse, sporting black and gold for the Mizzou Tigers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bands arrived a few days later, I tried them out for a run. &amp;nbsp;Impressive! &amp;nbsp;The velvet on the bottom of the band and the skinny strip of elastic around the back kept these bands stay in place without being too tight. &amp;nbsp;I didn't have to readjust them once--seriously! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, if you hate flie-aways or messing with hair blowing in your face during run, try &lt;a href="http://www.chicabands.com/"&gt;Chicabands&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people at &lt;a href="http://www.chicabands.com/"&gt;Chicabands&lt;/a&gt; want you to enjoy their headbands, and are&amp;nbsp;sponsoring&amp;nbsp;a giveaway right here on my blog. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;All you have to do to enter is become a public follower (or let me know if are already following) and/or leave a comment about how you keep your hair under control during a run.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I will randomly select a winner on the 18th of October!&amp;nbsp; The winner will receive two Chicabands of their own choosing.&amp;nbsp; Good Luck and go check out &lt;a href="http://www.chicabands.com/"&gt;Chicabands&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-1731885204196967482?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1731885204196967482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-my-birthday-and-i-will-host.html#comment-form' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1731885204196967482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1731885204196967482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-my-birthday-and-i-will-host.html' title='It is my Birthday; I&apos;ll Host a Giveaway if I Want to'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TKpK8cln_EI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7dn4J3geF9I/s72-c/DSCN0945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3770192792276006597</id><published>2010-10-03T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:52:44.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I've learned that finishing a marathon isn't just an athletic achievement. It's a state of mind; a state of mind that says anything is possible." --John Hanc&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 26 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;: 581 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 8 miles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 4 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Training Moment: &lt;/b&gt;When I realized "Taper Tantrums" were real and I wasn't injured so close to the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This week's challenge will come on Sunday on the streets of Chicago. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There are so many different reasons to run a marathon, but I know I wouldn't be able to conquer this task without the support I have from the people in my life. &amp;nbsp;Thanks Husband, mom, dad, running buddies, co-workers, friends, and all the readers who have kept me going through out training. &amp;nbsp;There will be a longer post for you all later this week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I will have a few posts leading up to the big race this week...Stay tuned :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3770192792276006597?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3770192792276006597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-16.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3770192792276006597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3770192792276006597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-16.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 16'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3672331122112488501</id><published>2010-10-02T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:03:15.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taper Tantrums</title><content type='html'>I was worried this week. &amp;nbsp;My foot ached on Thursday, and I felt a little defeated. Worried, I stopped by the local running store, and a worker there told me it was common to feel pain during a taper. &amp;nbsp;He said they would probably go away, but to do some extra icing and stretching just in case. &amp;nbsp;When I got home and checked my blog I saw I &amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;some great feedback from followers. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://trirunveg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimiee&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://teamarcia-runningmouth.blogspot.com/"&gt;TeamMarcia&lt;/a&gt; both commented about how they had been victims of "phantom pains" in the weeks leading up to a big race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled it . &amp;nbsp;Taper Tantrums are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a great article all about the struggles can face during her last few weeks: &amp;nbsp;the taper. &amp;nbsp;It is a must read; check it out &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-244--10201-1-1X2X3X4-5,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article, &lt;i&gt;Taper Traps&lt;/i&gt;, describes how the toughest part of a training program isn't always the long miles,&amp;nbsp;speed work, or pace runs: the hardest part of a training program may be the taper. &amp;nbsp;Runner can experience withdrawl symptoms because runners develop a physiological and&amp;nbsp;psychological&amp;nbsp;dependence on running during training. &amp;nbsp;There were lots of traps discussed--one of the most prevalent: &amp;nbsp;Phantom Pains! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the article and doing a little bit of research eased my mind&amp;nbsp;a bit. &amp;nbsp;I went for an easy four mile run &amp;nbsp;this morning and felt just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement is building....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3672331122112488501?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3672331122112488501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/taper-tantrums.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3672331122112488501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3672331122112488501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/taper-tantrums.html' title='Taper Tantrums'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-6366442030640075333</id><published>2010-09-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:48:15.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Frustrating Thing Thursday</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post about taper-madness and my excitement that the Chicago Marathon just over a week away.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to post about all the extra energy bursting to get out of my muscles or all the friends, family and co-workers cheering me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to whine or be a downer.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to share the worries I have about ailments so close to race day.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to post about a sore foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I am posting about what I didn't want to post about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I went for an easy six-mile run with a friend.&amp;nbsp; Soon after we hit the road, my right foot started to ache.&amp;nbsp; I noticed it, but thought nothing of the pain, hoping it would subside.&amp;nbsp; I finished my run and went home.&amp;nbsp; On Wednesday, I woke up with a sore foot.&amp;nbsp; I teach and, therefore, stand most of the day, making things worse.&amp;nbsp; I iced the grumpy foot in the evening and went to bed.&amp;nbsp; Today, I woke up to excruciating foot pain.&amp;nbsp; I iced my foot during my plan time at school, but limped around the building most of the day--to the extent that &lt;b&gt;students&lt;/b&gt; noticed (that is when you know it is bad.&amp;nbsp; Thirteen-year-olds rarely notice anything outside of their own personal space bubble).&amp;nbsp; When I got home, I watched an episode of Tosh.O with my foot elevated on a few pillows, grumbling under my breath (but laughing a little too--Daniel Tosh is, after all, hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I trained all summer and through the start of the school year with nothing more than a subtle cold.&amp;nbsp; The race is in ten days--&lt;b&gt;TEN DAYS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; This couldn't be more frustrating.&amp;nbsp; I took today off.&amp;nbsp; I will try to run tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully the pain with subside.&amp;nbsp; Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to stretch, ice, and sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to be such a downer :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-6366442030640075333?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6366442030640075333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-frustrating-thing-thursday.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6366442030640075333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6366442030640075333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-frustrating-thing-thursday.html' title='One Frustrating Thing Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2632174247885879444</id><published>2010-09-26T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:33:53.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap: Week 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"The marathon is a charismatic event. It has everything. It has drama. It has competition. It has camaraderie. It has heroism. Every jogger can't dream of being an Olympic champion, but he can dream of finishing a marathon."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;---Fred Lebow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 32--and so begins the taper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 555 miles&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 12 miles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 4 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greatest Training Moment&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; My mid-distance run turned into a pace run this week.&amp;nbsp; I had to pick the Hubs up at the airport and needed to finish eight miles in just over an hour.&amp;nbsp; It was a hot 87 degrees and the wind was blowing something ridiculous!&amp;nbsp; To get it done, I knew I had to push it!&amp;nbsp; My paces runs have been successful throughout my training, but they were completed in the morning--before eating big meals, standing on my feet all day, and before the sun had enough time to really heat up the air.&amp;nbsp; It felt great when I looked at my Garmin and noticed my legs were maintaining an 8:00 pace.&amp;nbsp; Runs like that make me feel like my Boston dreams can be a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; My focus is on my marathon.&amp;nbsp; I am having a hard time focusing on much else.&amp;nbsp; Ever since I ran my first 26.2 mile race five years ago, I have been patiently waiting for my next big race, but that patience is wearing thin.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention there are only two weeks to go?&amp;nbsp; The extended forecast on &lt;a href="http://accuweather.com/"&gt;accuweather.com&lt;/a&gt; shows the weather for the day of the race (probably too far out to be accurate, but nonetheless, it is on the site)&amp;nbsp; Maybe it is taper-madness and all the extra energy that comes with, but I am counting down now!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I signed up for the marathon late.&amp;nbsp; That meant that in order to gain an entry, I had to go as a charity runner.&amp;nbsp; There were so many great charities when I went to sign up; I had a hard time choosing.&amp;nbsp; I ultimately chose the charity that hit closest to home: The Diabetes Action Team.&amp;nbsp; After nearly losing her life on Thanksgiving in 2004, my mother was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes.&amp;nbsp; She has always been my cheerleader (never missed a single track or cross country meet in high school--not. a. single. one.), so I decided to honor her with my race.&amp;nbsp; At first, I was worried about raising the money; $1000 is a lot.&amp;nbsp; Then I started getting donations.&amp;nbsp; The money came in from friends, family, and co-workers.&amp;nbsp; I got so much so quickly, that I raised every dollar I was required to raise by mid-June--the first week of my training.&amp;nbsp; Because of everyone's generosity and a desire to give more to the cause, I raised my donation goal by $500 to $1500.&amp;nbsp; I am now $45 dollars short of that goal.&amp;nbsp; I am overwhelmed and appreciated by each person's willingness to give.&amp;nbsp; Thank you so much!&amp;nbsp; I plan to send out formal &lt;i&gt;thank yous&lt;/i&gt; with my results the week following the race.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Interested in giving?&amp;nbsp; Follow the link in the upper right-hand corner of my page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember every little bit helps :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2632174247885879444?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2632174247885879444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-15.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2632174247885879444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2632174247885879444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-15.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap: Week 15'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5486993238221190056</id><published>2010-09-25T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:04:31.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJ6bxS3ILhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/xNcsGR0wkQA/s1600/2335519400064847251S425x425Q85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJ6bxS3ILhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/xNcsGR0wkQA/s400/2335519400064847251S425x425Q85.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thing I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;fall:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;chilly breezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;morning drizzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;fog at the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;jackets and pull-overs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;not washing my gear after every single run (don't judge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;chai lattes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;marathon season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;long walks with the pups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;SO many races &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;MIZZOU football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;brilliantly colored leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;coffee shops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween costumes for the dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;the return of soups and chilli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;cozy movie nights on the couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;Dexter, Season Five (seriously dying to know what will happen post-bathtub incident)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;pumpkin-flavored anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;races that serve hot cider and pumpkin pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving (what I call the untainted holiday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;shutting off the air and opening the windows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;running in long sleeves (easier to wipe my runny, allergy-cursed nose--haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;pale skin becomes the norm once again (I am no longer the only casper-skinned chic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;leggings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;running in spandex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;steam rising from city buildings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;the smell of a fire in a fireplace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;bonfires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;hot tea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;my BIG race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do love about this blustery season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJ6bvy_EGBI/AAAAAAAAA-g/j0ISyBF5zg8/s1600/IMG_2381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJ6bvy_EGBI/AAAAAAAAA-g/j0ISyBF5zg8/s400/IMG_2381.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fi and I having fun a few falls ago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5486993238221190056?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5486993238221190056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/autumn.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5486993238221190056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5486993238221190056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJ6bxS3ILhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/xNcsGR0wkQA/s72-c/2335519400064847251S425x425Q85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3607547757576037121</id><published>2010-09-23T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T03:29:23.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; Weird Week--For a variety of personal and not-so-personal reasons this has been a crazy week--not &lt;i&gt;crazy like busy, crazy like weird.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am a very planned out person.&amp;nbsp; I usually have my day laid out before the alarm wakes me up at 5:00 AM.&amp;nbsp; I usually plan my clothes for the week on Sunday and always pack a healthy lunch the night before I need it, but this week has found me scatter-brained.&amp;nbsp; I am a mess:&amp;nbsp; forgetful, unorganized and lost.&amp;nbsp; I am SO READY for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Fuel-Belt Frustration--I decided the weekend that I am not a fan of my fuel belt.&amp;nbsp; What are my alternatives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Taper Town--All over the blog-world I hear the buzz of marathon season.&amp;nbsp; The world taper is being thrown around and there is the feeling of excitement and energy in people's post.&amp;nbsp; The countdown has begun.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to read all the race reports!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3607547757576037121?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3607547757576037121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-things-thursday_23.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3607547757576037121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3607547757576037121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-things-thursday_23.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3335888439016869470</id><published>2010-09-19T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:54:21.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's very hard in the beginning to understand that the whole idea is not to beat the other runners. Eventually you learn that the competition is against the little voice inside you that wants you to quit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; --George Sheehan &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 523 miles&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 22 miles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Training Moment&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I DID IT!!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; I completed the final 22 mile run of my training!!!&amp;nbsp; Next stop:&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;TAPER TOWN!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; No matter what else is going on in my life, I can't help but feel like a rock star after completing my long runs.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to explain the feeling, but that is why I do this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; As I head into the taper, my challenge will most definitely be my eating habits.&amp;nbsp; C'mon, it is a well-known&amp;nbsp; fact that one of the best things about marathon training is the &lt;strike&gt;extra-food&lt;/strike&gt; fueling.&amp;nbsp; Over the next few weeks, I need to retrain myself not to eat that extra Reese's after lunch or pile one more scoop of fro-yo into my dish.&amp;nbsp; One serving will need to be sufficient at dinner time.&amp;nbsp; I am not saying it is gonna be easy, but it needs to be done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;How do you keep your calories in check as you taper?&amp;nbsp; Any tips?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; The taper will do more than challenge my caloric intake, it will also provide me with the motivation I need to get through race day.&amp;nbsp; Although I have felt strong throughout the rest of my training, this last long week took its toll on my body and my mind.&amp;nbsp; This was the first weekend during which I struggled to start my runs.&amp;nbsp; The first five of the twenty-two miles I completed this morning were a huge mental game (I struggle way more in the first few miles than the last few).&amp;nbsp; I even debated turning back, going home, and enjoying my Sunday morning with a nice cup of coffee and a muffin from Starbucks.&amp;nbsp; I love training.&amp;nbsp; I thrive on high mileage and the challenge it presents my body, but my body is telling me it is time for a taper, and I am ready to listen.&amp;nbsp; I plan to rest, re-energize, and recover over the next few weeks.&amp;nbsp; I know if I take it easy, my motivation will be right where it should be:&amp;nbsp; waiting for me at the starting line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3335888439016869470?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3335888439016869470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-14.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3335888439016869470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3335888439016869470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-14.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 14'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3594712379114855645</id><published>2010-09-17T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:02:26.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Foto Friday</title><content type='html'>Anyone remember the "Runners.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, we're different" ads from a few years back?&amp;nbsp; I loved those.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few of my faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJPW-VTKGzI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Xmh6q5Au-Jo/s1600/snot-rocket.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJPW-VTKGzI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Xmh6q5Au-Jo/s400/snot-rocket.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJPXPO7BubI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yNkC2RH_3Po/s1600/cable-car-800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJPXPO7BubI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yNkC2RH_3Po/s400/cable-car-800.JPG" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJPXQVCry2I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/0q_KDEsnLfU/s1600/tape-800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJPXQVCry2I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/0q_KDEsnLfU/s400/tape-800.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJPXT7oZGkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/HR4_In4TtpU/s1600/bank-800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJPXT7oZGkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/HR4_In4TtpU/s400/bank-800.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3594712379114855645?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3594712379114855645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-foto-friday.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3594712379114855645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3594712379114855645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-foto-friday.html' title='Fun Foto Friday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJPW-VTKGzI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Xmh6q5Au-Jo/s72-c/snot-rocket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5291455406302309360</id><published>2010-09-16T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:12:03.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;99 Followers&lt;/b&gt;--I am jazzed about the fact that there are currently 99 followers on this blog.&amp;nbsp; Who will follower 100 be?&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Super New Kicks&lt;/b&gt;--Time to start breaking in the race day shoes!&amp;nbsp; I &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/retirement.html"&gt;retired my training shoes this week&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They were old and worm, yet appreciated, but I love the feel of new shoes--so much support!&amp;nbsp; Of course, I am still sporting my fave, Mizuno Wave Riders!&amp;nbsp; It is crazy to think how close race day has become--these shoes are a tell-tale sign that the starting line is just around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJKit4KYDII/AAAAAAAAA-M/32lvjdR1MYU/s1600/DSCN0926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJKit4KYDII/AAAAAAAAA-M/32lvjdR1MYU/s400/DSCN0926.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Check out my marathon shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Bullet-Dodging&lt;/b&gt;--Earlier this week, I felt a bad case of the sniffles coming on.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't risk such drama so close to race day.&amp;nbsp; I've been eating vitamin C tablets like candy, hitting the sack early each night, and chugging a glass of &lt;a href="http://www.emergenc.com/"&gt;Emergen-C&lt;/a&gt; daily.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how scientifically effective my method is, but I am starting to feel better.&amp;nbsp; Now I just have to fight off the &lt;i&gt;ickies&lt;/i&gt; for a few more weeks.&amp;nbsp; I think I might become a hand sanitizer junky--I stocked my shelf with all the best scents from Bath and Body Works :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5291455406302309360?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5291455406302309360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-things-thursday_16.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5291455406302309360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5291455406302309360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-things-thursday_16.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TJKit4KYDII/AAAAAAAAA-M/32lvjdR1MYU/s72-c/DSCN0926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-751884071658983824</id><published>2010-09-14T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:10:56.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1c_HjxFEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/9q1NH_L8fSU/s1600/mizunos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1c_HjxFEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/9q1NH_L8fSU/s400/mizunos.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After 481 miles, these great shoes are ready for retirement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the time they were working for me, these shoes did a &lt;b&gt;great many things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These kicks trained with me through an &lt;b&gt;extremely sweltering summer&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Despite the blistering temps, these shoes were devoted to keeping my feet cool with their &lt;b&gt;mesh outer layer&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When this pair first came to train, they were accidentally left out of the closet within reach of a young puppy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Shoelaces were frazzled and the back of the left shoe experienced a permanent injury&lt;/b&gt;, but these shoes did not harbor bitterness:&lt;b&gt; they never gave up&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1c02wGndI/AAAAAAAAA-E/R_8J4wf_F6c/s1600/DSCN0916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1c02wGndI/AAAAAAAAA-E/R_8J4wf_F6c/s320/DSCN0916.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was in these shoes that I learned that &lt;b&gt;cool lacing trick&lt;/b&gt; that runners do to keep pressure of the top of their feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These shoes pushed me through the &lt;b&gt;bulk of my Chicago Marathon training&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The effort of these kicks will not be forgotten.&amp;nbsp; They will retire nicely.&amp;nbsp; Instead of hiding in the closet with their other retired counterparts, &lt;b&gt;these shoes will travel with me to Chicago&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They will walk the floors of the expo, sit on the EL, and touch the sidewalks they helped me to reach as I do a little exploring on Saturday afternoon of race weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for your hard work, shoes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;You are appreciated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-751884071658983824?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/751884071658983824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/retirement.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/751884071658983824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/751884071658983824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1c_HjxFEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/9q1NH_L8fSU/s72-c/mizunos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2905002032609521937</id><published>2010-09-13T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:34:41.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night!</title><content type='html'>My husband and I see each other a lot during the week, but we don't really SEE each other a lot during the week.&amp;nbsp; We are busy folks!&amp;nbsp; Between training, working, chores, errands, and volunteering, we don't have much time just to stop and talk and appreciate one another.&amp;nbsp; For this reason, we decided to set-up a date night.&amp;nbsp; We don't go out on dates every weekend like some couples do, but we were starting to miss each other this week and decided it was time to reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After my six-mile run on Saturday, we loaded Nora in to the car and headed to the dog park (Fi isn't the biggest fan of dog parks, and since Nora is still learning obedience, we decided one pup was enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1YohQLRLI/AAAAAAAAA9k/lRrNJOoer6E/s1600/DSCN0896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1YohQLRLI/AAAAAAAAA9k/lRrNJOoer6E/s320/DSCN0896.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nora found some friends...and, of course, the only mud puddle in the whole place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1Y9Mz76JI/AAAAAAAAA9s/nGCW5mzjZj4/s1600/DSCN0900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1Y9Mz76JI/AAAAAAAAA9s/nGCW5mzjZj4/s320/DSCN0900.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1YzNFPSwI/AAAAAAAAA9o/HkdkJzu4rt0/s1600/DSCN0898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1YzNFPSwI/AAAAAAAAA9o/HkdkJzu4rt0/s320/DSCN0898.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After some fun time in the mud, Nora left the park a MESS!&amp;nbsp; We headed to the Barkery for a much needed bath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1ZAAWCVGI/AAAAAAAAA9w/bU7m2T-YA5E/s1600/DSCN0901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1ZAAWCVGI/AAAAAAAAA9w/bU7m2T-YA5E/s320/DSCN0901.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For dinner, we went to a great local restaurant:&amp;nbsp; Ostera Il Centro.&amp;nbsp; This place was great!&amp;nbsp; The cozy atmosphere and amazing meals made Ostera Il Centro a perfect romantic date spot.&amp;nbsp; If you are ever in KC, I recommend trying Ostera's Chicken Walnut Pasta--A-MA-ZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1ZKOSsnfI/AAAAAAAAA90/MuoEBjaV18Y/s1600/DSCN0902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1ZKOSsnfI/AAAAAAAAA90/MuoEBjaV18Y/s320/DSCN0902.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, we headed to the Country Club Plaza for people watching and desert.&amp;nbsp; This beauty came to our table from the nice folks at The Cheesecake Factory.&amp;nbsp; Reese's Peanut Butter Cheesecake=YUM!&amp;nbsp; It is funny how I am not a fan of Cheesecake, but the stuff the make at The Cheesecake Factory never disappoints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1ZT0iJl4I/AAAAAAAAA94/u0wjaHM1j2A/s1600/DSCN0903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1ZT0iJl4I/AAAAAAAAA94/u0wjaHM1j2A/s320/DSCN0903.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hubs enjoyed his after-dinner espresso drink.&amp;nbsp; To say he is a caffeine junky would be an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1Zby7PsgI/AAAAAAAAA98/B93LL7JAads/s1600/DSCN0907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1Zby7PsgI/AAAAAAAAA98/B93LL7JAads/s320/DSCN0907.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended the evening with a stroll by Brush Creek.&amp;nbsp; This creek is a little stinky, but it was still a nice, peaceful way to end a great evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2905002032609521937?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2905002032609521937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/date-night.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2905002032609521937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2905002032609521937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/date-night.html' title='Date Night!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1YohQLRLI/AAAAAAAAA9k/lRrNJOoer6E/s72-c/DSCN0896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-4270893450867480516</id><published>2010-09-12T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:37:19.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Play not only keeps us young but also maintains our perspective about the relative seriousness of things. Running is play, for even if we try hard to do well at it, it is a relief from everyday cares." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  - Jim Fixx   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 34--step back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 471 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 12 miles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Training Moment:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;My little sister joined me for my Fusion Fitness class this week. I know I have said it before, but let me just reiterate:&amp;nbsp; these classes are KILLER!&amp;nbsp; Even though she went from 3 pounders to two pounders to eventually no hand weights at all, I was proud of her for finishing the entire class (I can't blame her for losing those weights.&amp;nbsp; Despite only being three pounds those little guys get so heavy during the hour-long class)&amp;nbsp; Little sister has lost a lot of weight and is doing a great job keeping it off.&amp;nbsp; She has been cycling and eating right.&amp;nbsp; I don't come from an exercising family, so it was cool to get to workout with my little sis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I feel it my nose, throat and achy muscles.&amp;nbsp; I think I might be coming down with something.&amp;nbsp; I am worried because this is my last big training week before my taper.&amp;nbsp; I have never been sick while training.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;What should I do?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am worried about losing a day or two of my training.&amp;nbsp; I know I shouldn't be, but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation: &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;This past Friday was 9/10/10.&amp;nbsp; That means there is only one short month until 10/10/10: my big race.&amp;nbsp; I can tell it is getting close.&amp;nbsp; I got my charity runner pasta party invite in my inbox, my charity technical shirt in the mail, and my marathon shoes have been purchased and are waiting in the closet.&amp;nbsp; I am so pumped!&amp;nbsp; This coming week is my last high-mileage week!&amp;nbsp; I will run 22 miles on Sunday and not again until the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1SXx3lYTI/AAAAAAAAA9g/irIFZmfMwIA/s1600/diabetes+shirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1SXx3lYTI/AAAAAAAAA9g/irIFZmfMwIA/s320/diabetes+shirt.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is the swanky shirt I received from the Diabetes Action Team.&amp;nbsp; You know, I may have found my race outfit...I just need some sleeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-4270893450867480516?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4270893450867480516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-13.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4270893450867480516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4270893450867480516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-13.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 13'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TI1SXx3lYTI/AAAAAAAAA9g/irIFZmfMwIA/s72-c/diabetes+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3996159526582049577</id><published>2010-09-09T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T03:26:55.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Four Day Work Week--&lt;/b&gt;Four day work weeks are the Marathon-Training-Step-Back weeks of the real world.&amp;nbsp; They usually follow or are followed by a three-day weekend, allowing amble time for rest and relaxation.&amp;nbsp; Just like I need my step-back weeks to keep me focused in my training, I need a four-day work week every once in awhile to keep me motivated at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;b&gt; Date Night-&lt;/b&gt;-I have been back to work for a little over three weeks, and I am starting to miss my husband.&amp;nbsp; Sure, we are both home in the evenings, but they often get overrun with chores, workouts, errands, etc.&amp;nbsp; That is why we have decided to schedule a date for this weekend.&amp;nbsp; The exact plans are still up in the air, but I can't wait!&amp;nbsp; Don't worry...I will blog about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Remembering to Recover--&lt;/b&gt;During these past 12 weeks of training, I have gained a little more speed in my step.&amp;nbsp; It is very tempting to run faster every time I go out for a training session, but I need to remember what happened the last time I did that.&amp;nbsp; I was training for the Hospital Hill Half Marathon and loving the ease at which I could fall into a faster pace.&amp;nbsp; I ran every run quickly and became a little prideful about my average pace.&amp;nbsp; As a result of all this unchecked speed, I found myself injured with a strain and watching from the sidelines the day of the race.&amp;nbsp; Chicago Marathon training has been spectacular, but I need to remind myself that recovery runs are just that--runs for recovery.&amp;nbsp; This week I checked myself and kept my pace steady.&amp;nbsp; It felt so energizing and fun!&amp;nbsp; Maybe recovery runs are not just about rebuilding your muscle, but about rebuilding your metal stamina and spirit, as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3996159526582049577?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3996159526582049577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-things-thursday_09.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3996159526582049577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3996159526582049577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-things-thursday_09.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7042129907058037393</id><published>2010-09-07T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:58:10.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Next BIG ONE!</title><content type='html'>How early is too early to be considering my next marathon?&amp;nbsp; There are a few that have caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contender #1: &lt;a href="http://www.gostlouis.org/"&gt;The St. Louis Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIV34si-zxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/AAYPSMPS3Zo/s1600/gosltimage001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIV34si-zxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/AAYPSMPS3Zo/s1600/gosltimage001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This race is in my home state.&amp;nbsp; I was knocked out of the STL half that is run simultaneously to the marathon a few years back due to extreme anemia issues.&amp;nbsp; I want to go back and conquer the arch!&amp;nbsp; I know people in the city, so I would most likely have a free place to stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contender #2:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://onlinekansascity.blogspot.com/2010/08/olathe-ks-marathon-will-take-on-oz.html"&gt;The Olathe Marathon ( I guess it is now called the Oz Marathon)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIV4i-8b4FI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/xL49BFFCxvo/s1600/Marathon+Logo+Blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIV4i-8b4FI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/xL49BFFCxvo/s1600/Marathon+Logo+Blue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This race is in my hometown.&amp;nbsp; Well, more like a suburb of my hometown.&amp;nbsp; Olathe is the home of Garmin Headquarters, but I think that is really about that is there.&amp;nbsp; It would be close and cheap considering there would be no travel expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I will be trying my hand at a few half-marathons, 10K's and 5K's along the way (maybe even a few PR's).&amp;nbsp; I plan to keep myself ready for a half at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Should I wait until post-10/10/10 to think about this?&amp;nbsp; Am I getting ahead of myself?&amp;nbsp; How hard is to train through the winter (I always do fall races)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7042129907058037393?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7042129907058037393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-next-big-one.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7042129907058037393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7042129907058037393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-next-big-one.html' title='My Next BIG ONE!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIV34si-zxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/AAYPSMPS3Zo/s72-c/gosltimage001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-6996457743413591181</id><published>2010-09-06T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:34:18.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful POM Wonderful</title><content type='html'>I enjoy a good smoothie:&amp;nbsp; cool, refreshing and chock full of healthy fruit.&amp;nbsp; Despite loving smoothies and owning a blender for years, I never made a smoothie at home.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I spend buko-bucks buying them at local juice shops.&amp;nbsp; That is until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, Ryan from &lt;a href="http://www.pomwonderful.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;POM Wonderful&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;contacted me and asked if I would be interested in trying out the &lt;b&gt;POM Wonderful&lt;/b&gt; product for free.&amp;nbsp; He suggested a recovery smoothie using the juice after a long, muscle-exhausting run.&amp;nbsp; He had me at &lt;i&gt;FREE&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is&lt;b&gt; POM Wonderful&lt;/b&gt;, you ask?&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;POM Wonderful&lt;/b&gt; is that powerful, pomegranate juice that can be found in a snowman shaped bottle next to the produce in the grocery store.&amp;nbsp; Don't confuse this juice with the calorie-crazy, sugar-packed stuff kids love; POM is the real deal, boasting 100% Pomegranate juice!&amp;nbsp; Pomegranates are all the health-food rage right now.&amp;nbsp; This fruit is packed with antioxidants, but a little tricky to eat--that is what make the juice so great:&amp;nbsp; open it, sip it, DONE!&amp;nbsp; A lot of other juices are placing the word &lt;i&gt;pomegrantate&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;on their labels, but really only a fraction of 1% of the juice in the bottle is from an actual pomegranate.&amp;nbsp; With &lt;b&gt;POM&lt;/b&gt;, you are getting the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVJvKZQbLI/AAAAAAAAA84/Hsp5ZbGD5eA/s1600/DSCN0882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVJvKZQbLI/AAAAAAAAA84/Hsp5ZbGD5eA/s320/DSCN0882.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This small, snowman bottle fits perfectly in my lunchbox and makes a great afternoon snack--what an easy way to get my daily fruit servings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soon after responding to Ryan, I received a case of &lt;b&gt;POM&lt;/b&gt; in the mail and a recipe for a great smoothie.&amp;nbsp; The juice was wonderfully rich and tart on its own, but I really loved the smoothie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVJk2i8O-I/AAAAAAAAA80/8VndIR9G-VM/s1600/DSCN0878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVJk2i8O-I/AAAAAAAAA80/8VndIR9G-VM/s320/DSCN0878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smoothie was really easy to make.&amp;nbsp; All you need is a blender, 1/4 cup of vanilla protein powder, 5 strawberries (fresh or frozen), 1/2 cup of frozen mixed berries (I added a little extra because I am a berry-fanatic), I cup of grape juice, and 1 cup of &lt;b&gt;POM Wonderful&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVKAQhIAFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/xP14gFrhMQU/s1600/DSCN0889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVKAQhIAFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/xP14gFrhMQU/s320/DSCN0889.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Place all the goods into the blender.&amp;nbsp; Note to self:&amp;nbsp; when making a smoothie, add the juice last--this will result in a more well-blended treat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVJ4srhbQI/AAAAAAAAA88/5l9Q_Bj-cQg/s1600/DSCN0886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVJ4srhbQI/AAAAAAAAA88/5l9Q_Bj-cQg/s320/DSCN0886.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nora watched intently as the blender did her thing.&amp;nbsp; I think she was hoping for a few drips to come her way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVKJrY7LqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/vhjR7xzcGvM/s1600/DSCN0890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVKJrY7LqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/vhjR7xzcGvM/s320/DSCN0890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the finished product.&amp;nbsp; This smoothie was just the right amount of sweet and tart.&amp;nbsp; The texture was good, the flavor was amazing, and it left my tummy perfect level of full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will definitely pick up some &lt;b&gt;POM Wonderful&lt;/b&gt; at the grocery store and make my smoothies at home from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-6996457743413591181?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6996457743413591181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/wonderful-pom-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6996457743413591181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6996457743413591181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/wonderful-pom-wonderful.html' title='Wonderful POM Wonderful'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIVJvKZQbLI/AAAAAAAAA84/Hsp5ZbGD5eA/s72-c/DSCN0882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8578354309164700035</id><published>2010-09-06T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T08:54:57.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't even believe this is a blogger giveaway--AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>Go here to win a GARMIN: &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dcrainmaker.com/2010/09/september-garmin-forerunner-310xt.html"&gt;http://www.dcrainmaker.com/2010/09/september-garmin-forerunner-310xt.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8578354309164700035?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8578354309164700035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-even-believe-this-is-blogger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8578354309164700035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8578354309164700035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-even-believe-this-is-blogger.html' title='I can&apos;t even believe this is a blogger giveaway--AWESOME!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8435941355320615486</id><published>2010-09-05T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:49:51.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Sweat cleanses from the inside. It comes from places a shower will never reach."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ----George Sheehan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 52 miles--new record for miles in a given week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 437 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 22 miles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Training Moment&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago when I took on twenty miles, I struggled a bit.&amp;nbsp; I had a lot of &lt;strike&gt;excuses&lt;/strike&gt; legitimate reasons why the run felt rough, and I was just unsatisfied.&amp;nbsp; Fast forward two weeks to this mornings twenty-two-miler:&amp;nbsp; I felt great!&amp;nbsp; I also experienced an awesome ten-mile pace run the day before.&amp;nbsp; I averaged a pace of 7:40--including my 8:45 warm-up mile.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing the results of hardwork :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;My challenge this week is going to seem very girly, and possibly a bit silly:&amp;nbsp; I am on the search for the perfect race outfit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My challenge is in the top:&amp;nbsp; should I wear a t-shirt, long-sleeve shirt or tank top with removable sleeves over my arms?&amp;nbsp; The last time I ran Chicago (five years ago), I wore a long-sleeve shirt, but ended up hiking up the sleeves part-way through the race.&amp;nbsp; I need to find my outfit because (believe it or not), I only have one more long-long run before the big day, and I want to try out the duds before I commit them to 10-10-10 (the day of the race).&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;What do you wear during a race?&amp;nbsp; Those of you from Chicago, what can I expect from Mother Nature in mid-October?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; It wasn't long ago that I felt obsessed with getting ahead in life or keeping up with the Jones's.&amp;nbsp; People around my age were buying homes, having babies, and traveling to the places that I've always dreamed of going.&amp;nbsp; I felt a twinge of jealousy and a desire to maintain a certain standard of living despite the fact that I did not have the funds to support such a life (yet--we are getting there...paying off debt, etc. etc.&amp;nbsp; It is a long story and not the point of this post...moving on).&amp;nbsp; Strangely, training for the marathon is shifting my perspective.&amp;nbsp; I no longer feel behind; I feel accomplished and strong.&amp;nbsp; I am no longer comparing where I am to where other seem to be.&amp;nbsp; My strength comes from the things &lt;b&gt;I can do&lt;/b&gt; and the personal barriers that &lt;b&gt;I break down&lt;/b&gt;--&lt;i&gt;not from the things I can buy&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I haven't bought new clothes (besides for running) nearly all summer.&amp;nbsp; My husband has even noticed that I am more relaxed and less anxious.&amp;nbsp; It sounds cliche, but this training is changing me into who I want to be.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it is getting up at 5:00 A.M., knowing three-hours of running awaits or pushing through pace runs, forcing myself to maintain speed despite a hard day at work or a treacherous uphill climb.&amp;nbsp; Whatever it is, I am loving it.&amp;nbsp; I am already considering registering for my next 26.2 mile race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Do you notice a change in values and goals as you train?&amp;nbsp; Is that one of the motivators behind your own training?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8435941355320615486?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8435941355320615486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-12.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8435941355320615486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8435941355320615486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-12.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 12'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-521089763388500300</id><published>2010-09-03T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:16:10.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivalry Run Race Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA4xK_bYBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/QZ9xccdc9yQ/s1600/DSC_0723_s_jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA4xK_bYBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/QZ9xccdc9yQ/s320/DSC_0723_s_jpg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say this rivalry is the fiercest and longest standing west of the Mississippi:&amp;nbsp; Missouri vs. Kansas.&amp;nbsp; Last weekend, a race was held to decide once and for all which state was the best.&amp;nbsp; Obviously, Missouri took home the prize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA4pAfsqSI/AAAAAAAAA8c/7icI480UJqQ/s1600/DSC_0025_s_jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA4pAfsqSI/AAAAAAAAA8c/7icI480UJqQ/s320/DSC_0025_s_jpg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The race started downtown in the Power &amp;amp; Light District.&amp;nbsp; Although we ran downhill for a short distance at the start, it wasn't long until we were all trudging uphill--such is Kansas City:&amp;nbsp; a hilly, hilly, city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for this race was to earn a 5K PR.&amp;nbsp; Before last Saturday, I hadn't run a race of this distance in so many years, I didn't know what to expect.&amp;nbsp; My last PR of 21:07 was set back in high school, and since then my race focus has been on longer endurance events.&amp;nbsp; I was just going to give it my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the mile one mark with a time of 6:30.&amp;nbsp; Then came a long, treacherous uphill.&amp;nbsp; I plowed through that hill and the next two before bolting my way to the finishing, crossing at 20:55 and setting a new PR. I also earned 3rd place overall and won a $30 giftcard to a local restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the course was so hard, you can imagine my surprise.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to try another--flatter--5K to see how fast I can really be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are some awful action shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA4se8yWII/AAAAAAAAA8k/pnQB_qtRdmg/s1600/DSC_0212_s_jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA4se8yWII/AAAAAAAAA8k/pnQB_qtRdmg/s320/DSC_0212_s_jpg.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There I am behind that guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA4tp1qSPI/AAAAAAAAA8o/KC2sxrnYal4/s1600/DSC_0214_s_jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA4tp1qSPI/AAAAAAAAA8o/KC2sxrnYal4/s320/DSC_0214_s_jpg.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am all blurry--I must be too fast to catch on film :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-521089763388500300?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/521089763388500300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/rivalry-run-race-report.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/521089763388500300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/521089763388500300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/rivalry-run-race-report.html' title='Rivalry Run Race Report'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA4xK_bYBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/QZ9xccdc9yQ/s72-c/DSC_0723_s_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2343607390444586323</id><published>2010-09-02T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:40:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Spi-beltacular&lt;/b&gt;--I have slowly been purchasing gear for my marathon this October.&amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago, I purchased a race number belt from a local running store.&amp;nbsp; I meant to grab the one that holds GU packets, so imagine my frustration when I opened the package only to realize that I purchased the wrong one.&amp;nbsp; On top of the mistaken purchase, this particular running store does not take returns, only exchanges.&amp;nbsp; You are probably thinking, "No big deal.&amp;nbsp; Just go switch out the merch."&amp;nbsp; But when I went to exchange it, the store was all out of GU holding race number belts.&amp;nbsp; Long story short, I invested in a Spi-Belt...and it is SPECTACULAR!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't be happier that my failed purchase led to owning this awesome piece of running gear!&amp;nbsp; It holds everything so snuggly, and I barely even know it is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA1B0lUmSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/pUdcpIsmgDk/s1600/DSCN0875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA1B0lUmSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/pUdcpIsmgDk/s320/DSCN0875.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See how snug the Spi-Belt fits--LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Yogurt By the Ounce&lt;/b&gt;--I love me some Fro-Yo!&amp;nbsp; That is why I am so glad so many yogurt places have been sprouting up around KC recently.&amp;nbsp; The latest two joints are those fro-yo-by-the-ounce type places where you grab a bowl for yourself and fill it yogurt and then top it off with whatever combination you can imagine.&amp;nbsp; Let me just day, I am lovin' this little post-workout treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA1gvABWrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/wORQIxPogZw/s1600/33510_1559427106828_1269793957_31571132_2800764_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA1gvABWrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/wORQIxPogZw/s320/33510_1559427106828_1269793957_31571132_2800764_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here I am at Red Mango with a running group buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Trip Advisor&lt;/b&gt;--The fam and I will have a few extra days in the Windy City around the marathon.&amp;nbsp; We won't be able to fit in too much, but I know if we don't plan the trip, there will be family-drama.&amp;nbsp; Any Chi-Town &lt;i&gt;Must-See's or Must-Do's&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2343607390444586323?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2343607390444586323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-things-thursday.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2343607390444586323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2343607390444586323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-things-thursday.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TIA1B0lUmSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/pUdcpIsmgDk/s72-c/DSCN0875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3123877980020625500</id><published>2010-08-29T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:38:08.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ---George Sheehan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(this is my new favorite quote and, quite possibly, my life motto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 34 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 385 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 13 miles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 3.1 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Training Moment:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;You know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I felt like I was getting faster and this weekend, I proved it!&amp;nbsp; I got a 5k PR on an extremely difficult course.&amp;nbsp; I, also, earned a third place overall finish--and that came with a $30 gift certificate to a great restaurant.&amp;nbsp; I would love to tell you more, but I have a race report coming soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Managing marathon training and a social life can be pretty difficult.&amp;nbsp; No more late nights for me!&amp;nbsp; I feel like I am always telling my young, hip twenty-something friends, &lt;i&gt;"Gotta go. Long run in the morning."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; That being said, I realized I would never trade marathon training for a night out on the town.&amp;nbsp; This is what I love doing, even if it means giving up a few things.&amp;nbsp; Besides, I can still go out.&amp;nbsp; I just have to be home at a reasonable hour.&amp;nbsp; Which is fine with me; I really really love my sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;It is crazy how &lt;b&gt;short&lt;/b&gt; some runs seem now.&amp;nbsp; I ran thirteen this morning and felt like it was nothing.&amp;nbsp; My 5K this weekend seemed like it was barely even counted as a run.&amp;nbsp; I think this is a sign of mental strength and physical endurance.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I am setting a mileage standard for myself that I hope to maintain (maybe not 50 miles a week post-marathon, but I can shoot for 30).&amp;nbsp; I feel strong and confident, and I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3123877980020625500?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3123877980020625500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/chicago-marathon-trainingrecap-week-11.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3123877980020625500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3123877980020625500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/chicago-marathon-trainingrecap-week-11.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 11'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-6307500470565037821</id><published>2010-08-26T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T03:29:42.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; The low was in the 50's this morning--'nuff said!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Furry Foto Contest:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; My &lt;a href="http://www.bestbreadinkc.com/"&gt;favorite place to buy bread&lt;/a&gt; is having a pet photo contest.&amp;nbsp; One of the categories is "it's been a tough day."&amp;nbsp; In that category, I plan to enter this photo of Fiona:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/THWLOeB26rI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/rwnpC6JQNA8/s1600/IMG_2096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/THWLOeB26rI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/rwnpC6JQNA8/s320/IMG_2096.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is from a time right after we rescued her from a shelter.&amp;nbsp; It turns out she had a pretty bad case of mange and a skin infection.&amp;nbsp; After one vet's poor treatment decision, Fi ended up in the puppy ICU and came home looking like this.&amp;nbsp; We nursed her back to health, and now she is a beautiful girl!&amp;nbsp; I hope Fi doesn't mind me trying to win a couple free loaves of bread and cookies at her expense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Race Volunteer&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Have you ever volunteered for a race?&amp;nbsp; I have always ran them, but never helped run one...until now.&amp;nbsp; A few days ago, I signed up to volunteer at this year's &lt;a href="http://www.waddellandreedkansascitymarathon.org/"&gt;Kansas City Marathon&lt;/a&gt; in October.&amp;nbsp; I will have just completed the Chicago Marathon a week prior and thought it might be fun to cheer on runners the way people have cheered for me from the sidelines all these years.&amp;nbsp; I have always taken advanage of the fact that so much work and people go in to executing the perfect race.&amp;nbsp; I am interested to learn what goes on behind the scenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-6307500470565037821?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6307500470565037821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-things-thursday_26.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6307500470565037821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6307500470565037821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-things-thursday_26.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/THWLOeB26rI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/rwnpC6JQNA8/s72-c/IMG_2096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5298003320466779932</id><published>2010-08-23T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:49:57.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Learn to run when feeling the pain: then push harder." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  -William Sigei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 50 miles (new personal record for mileage in one week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 341 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 20 miles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Training Moment:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Although my twenty-mile run turned out to be a little more difficult than I predicted, I loved finishing that last mile knowing that during the week I completed more mileage in one week than ever before in my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Fifty miles in one week&lt;/b&gt;--and during the first week back to school no less (this week is extremely wearing each year--no matter how many years I have been in the profession, it still poops me out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for the twenty mile runs scheduled in my training plan.&amp;nbsp; After this week, I have two more to go before the big day.&amp;nbsp; I feel like these are the runs that teach and prepare me the most for the race.&amp;nbsp; I learned a lot on Sunday morning.&amp;nbsp; For example, I learned that Body Glide works, but I don't really want to use it id I don't have to.&amp;nbsp; I learned that breakfast truly is the most important meal of the day, and I definitely need to remember to eat it before the race if I don't want to struggle through the last few miles.&amp;nbsp; Finally, I learned the importance of pacing myself.&amp;nbsp; I felt pretty good during my mid-run pace miles and decided to push myself to go even faster.&amp;nbsp; I should have thought about the five concluding miles I would run immediately following these pace miles.&amp;nbsp; I went way faster than my marathon pace and suffered through miles seventeen, eighteen, and nineteen.&amp;nbsp; I DO NOT want to make the the same mistake in the race.&amp;nbsp; I am still finding that perfect pace, and, believe me, it is a delicate balance between &lt;i&gt;fast enough&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;too fast&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Any tips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; As cliche as it sounds, I would like to give some props to teachers this week.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know, I am a teacher so this seems a little self-righteous.&amp;nbsp; Please know that tooting my own horn is not at all my intent.&amp;nbsp; Walking into the classroom those first few days each year, I always reflect on why I do my job and how I got to where I am today.&amp;nbsp; My teachers had a huge impact on me--I think that is why I became one.&amp;nbsp; One teacher, motivated me to become a marathoner and he doesn't even know it.&amp;nbsp; Way back when I was a junior in high school sitting in my Algebra Two class, my teacher told me something that has stuck with me for many years.&amp;nbsp; We were discussing character traits (I don't remember why), and my teacher told me that I was a very self-motivated person.&amp;nbsp; I know this complement isn't earth-shattering or the kind you see in all those martyr-teacher movies, but it has stuck with me ten years later and helped form me into the person I want to be.&amp;nbsp; I often wonder if I have said anything to a student that has or will make a difference to him or her one day--truth is, I will probably never know.&amp;nbsp; I never told my Algebra teacher of his impact on my character.&amp;nbsp; As a new school year begins, I am grateful for all the encouragement I received from the teachers of my youth and motivated by my colleagues out there doing the same thing for other young people--maybe even a few young marathoners :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5298003320466779932?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5298003320466779932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-10.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5298003320466779932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5298003320466779932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week-10.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap:  Week 10'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5038744116748072001</id><published>2010-08-19T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T03:33:25.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fitting It All In&lt;/b&gt;--despite school starting again and sucking all my energy out between the hours of 7:30 and 3:00, I am determined not to miss a workout!&amp;nbsp; I have done well so far this week, and the first week is always the most demanding!&amp;nbsp; I really hope to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Is That a Chill I Feel?&lt;/b&gt;--On Tuesday, I ran 10 miles in the middle of the afternoon and it was &lt;u&gt;only 75 degrees outside&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Enough said.&amp;nbsp; I know this is a bit of a fluke for this time of the year, but it is a sign that fall is coming and so is &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;CHICAGO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; I can't believe I have more training weeks behind me than in front of me!&amp;nbsp; Only seven-and-a-half weeks to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;What's For Lunch?&lt;/b&gt;--I need some good healthy lunch ideas fot the work week.&amp;nbsp; I take the same turkey sandwich daily and, well, it can get old.&amp;nbsp; I need some lunch ideas.&amp;nbsp; Keep in mind that I am strongly disgusted by meals that come frozen, need to be microwaved, and come in a shape known only as a "pocket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;What do you all take for lunch?&amp;nbsp; Any ideas for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5038744116748072001?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5038744116748072001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-things-thursday_19.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5038744116748072001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5038744116748072001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-things-thursday_19.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-6994103296461891740</id><published>2010-08-18T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:25:39.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I still get some credit for this?</title><content type='html'>Sometime, students don't do their homework.&amp;nbsp; When this happens, a teacher will usually proceed to explain the importance of completing one's homework:&amp;nbsp; it will help you pass the test; school is your job right now, and you want to do it well; they won't accept this behavior when you get to (insert next year of schooling here), etc.&amp;nbsp; Although while student-teaching I said I would never utter these words to a student, I am pretty sure I have let them slip a time or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is your turn to lecture me.&amp;nbsp; Go for it; I promise I will try not to zone out like the kids sometimes do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write my training update on Sunday, and I am sincerely sorry, readers.&amp;nbsp; School started and--BAM--the busy plane took flight!&amp;nbsp; I know things will slow down:&amp;nbsp; my body will get used to standing and walking for eight hours straight, I will learn to get up at the alarm--not the snooze button, and my evenings will be better organized.&amp;nbsp; Give me a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to time--and the overwhelming desire I feel to jump into bed--I will just give to you straight:&amp;nbsp; numbers only.&amp;nbsp; (this is for the week of 8/9-8/16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 45 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 291 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 18 miles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 4 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feeling is that any day I am too busy to run is a day that I am too busy&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; --John Bryant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the quote appropriate, because, even with my busy schedule, I completed EVERY workout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-6994103296461891740?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6994103296461891740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-i-still-get-some-credit-for-this.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6994103296461891740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/6994103296461891740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-i-still-get-some-credit-for-this.html' title='Can I still get some credit for this?'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7980780304208766015</id><published>2010-08-13T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:57:12.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cicada Snack!</title><content type='html'>In KC, I always count on the Cicadas to warn me about the end of the summer season.&amp;nbsp; Their buzzing is a signal that cooler temps and changing leaves are about to return.&amp;nbsp; The critters have been chirping extra loud this year--and Fiona, my little Boston Terrier/Beagle mix, will have none of it!&amp;nbsp; Fiona has made it her goal to catch--and eat--a cicada with each trip to the bathroom, every walk through the neighborhood and anytime she goes out to play.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when the cicadas first started showing up around these parts, I took Nora, my other pup, out for a little stroll.&amp;nbsp; While outside, Nora's ears perked up at the sound buzzing sound of these late-summer bugs.&amp;nbsp; Her eyes darted until she spotted the noisy culprit.&amp;nbsp; Next, her chest went down, her butt went up, and she began furiously wagging her tail.&amp;nbsp; She pushed the little guy with her nose and barked at him and spun in tight, little circles in the grass.&amp;nbsp; She absolutely adored her new found playmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought Fiona out to see if she would have the same playful reaction.&amp;nbsp; She didn't.&amp;nbsp; I was shocked--and a little disgusted--when she reacted to the little buzzing bug by reaching out with her snout and crunching down into it.&amp;nbsp; Sure, he tried to flutter in her mouth, but no matter, this was a new found treat.&amp;nbsp; One that she didn't have to beg for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since that first bite, Fiona is hooked on this protein-packed, buggy snack!&amp;nbsp; She catches and eat a cicada on almost every visit outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TGWxbnm0DkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/MG6lpLbTT-k/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TGWxbnm0DkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/MG6lpLbTT-k/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy, cicada-snackin' pup!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7980780304208766015?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7980780304208766015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/cicada-snack.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7980780304208766015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7980780304208766015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/cicada-snack.html' title='Cicada Snack!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TGWxbnm0DkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/MG6lpLbTT-k/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5720364958570097240</id><published>2010-08-12T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:55:10.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>Whew!&amp;nbsp; What a week!&amp;nbsp; Going back to school/work has been quite taxing.&amp;nbsp; I have missed the blogging world!&amp;nbsp; Things should slow down after a few weeks.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, all I have time for is three things, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;SWEATING BUCKETS&lt;/b&gt;--If I thought it was bad before, man was I wrong!&amp;nbsp; I totally took for granted the leisure of being able to get up and run in the morning.&amp;nbsp; This week we have not had ONE DAY below 100 degrees in Kansas City--with the heat index, Tuesday's temps felt like 115.&amp;nbsp; I made the silly decision to go for my nine mile run on Tuesday after work.&amp;nbsp; I made it through, but after the run, that was it--I was done for the night!&amp;nbsp; I had salt clumps on my arms and even felt a little nauseous post-workout.&amp;nbsp; I know it wasn't a wise decision, but I could either run in the evening or get up at 4:00 am, and, to be honest, I am a little scared of running in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;STARS AND SMILEY FACES&lt;/b&gt;--It is easy to let stuff at work get to you in a negative way (teachers: you know what I mean).&amp;nbsp; My goal this school year is to be positive about all that I can and forget the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;SCHOOL YEAR DIET&lt;/b&gt;--In the the summer, it is so simple to eat a healthy diet.&amp;nbsp; I can leisurely prepare and consume any meal.&amp;nbsp; Once work begins again, things get sketchy in the diet department.&amp;nbsp; This week I have consumed mounds of candy, a hot dog, Doritios, and I am currently drinking a Diet Pop--something I quit consuming!&amp;nbsp; Grrr!&amp;nbsp; I need to get back on track and fuel my body right--work or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am sorry all these things focus on work.&amp;nbsp; It is a transition and when I come out on the other side of these next few weeks things will be back to normal: the diet will regulate, the fatigue will subside, and it will feel like I never left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5720364958570097240?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5720364958570097240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-things-thursday_12.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5720364958570097240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5720364958570097240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-things-thursday_12.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2334005491317849399</id><published>2010-08-08T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:31:11.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap: Week Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"I'm very determined and stubborn. There's a desire in me that makes me want to do more and more, and to do it right. Each one of us has a fire in our heart for something. It's our goal in life to find it and to keep it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; --Mary Lou Retton &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 38 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 246 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 12 miles--Steppin' Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 4 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Training Moment:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; My marathon pace run was &lt;b&gt;AWESOME&lt;/b&gt; this week.&amp;nbsp; We &lt;b&gt;FINALLY&lt;/b&gt; had a cold front come through KC, and when I got up early for my pace run, I&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; was suprised to step out the door and feel what was almost (not quite, but almost) a chill in the air.&amp;nbsp; The temp was sitting somewhere in the high sixty--lower seventy degree range, but, best of all, there was &lt;b&gt;VIRTUALLY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;HUMIDITY&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp; It felt incredible!&amp;nbsp; My legs were strong and I was practically coasting up and down hills at a 7:45-7:50--a whole ten seconds faster than I need to go to reach my goal!&amp;nbsp; Based on the number of exclamation marks and capital letters in this paragraph, you can probably tell that this run was a &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt; confidence builder!&amp;nbsp; In a way, I am starting to feel gratitude toward all that running-in-the-heat business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;People like the guy in &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/HEALTH/08/06/mf.ost.hospital.marathon/index.html?hpt=Mid"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cjcphoto.com/can/"&gt;this father&lt;/a&gt; are extremely inspirational and motivating.&amp;nbsp; Everyone has a story or a reason for going the distance in a marathon, ultra-marathon, or ironman; we all have something motivating us to reach our goals, but these people blow me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I go back to work full-time this week.&amp;nbsp; That means packing lunches, doting heels, and afternoon runs--maybe I felt grateful for the heat a little too early.&amp;nbsp; Temps are expected to be in the upper nineties this week with heat indexes well above 100!&amp;nbsp; I will battle time and temps this week; next week, when my new students show up, we can add teens to that list.&amp;nbsp; Good grief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2334005491317849399?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2334005491317849399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week_08.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2334005491317849399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2334005491317849399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week_08.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap: Week Eight'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8347134431519435733</id><published>2010-08-07T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:16:17.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$40 CSN Giftcard Giveaway Winner!</title><content type='html'>The winner of the $40 dollar CSN Giftcard is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ERIKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;FROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://erikagerding.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;Chasing my Monkeys One Mile at a Time&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congratulations!&amp;nbsp; Erika, if you could email me your email address, I will get you the giftcard! Let me just say that I had a blast hosting my first blogger giveaway.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to many more! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8347134431519435733?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8347134431519435733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/40-csn-giftcard-giveaway-winner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8347134431519435733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8347134431519435733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/40-csn-giftcard-giveaway-winner.html' title='$40 CSN Giftcard Giveaway Winner!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-3921515212977808145</id><published>2010-08-05T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:27:52.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; One of the things I am going to miss the most about going back to work next week is spending time with my dogs.&amp;nbsp; When I am home, they are usually at my side, following me from room to room as I clean or read or lounge.&amp;nbsp; I love those little guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFr0Gwxn8vI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GwC6yduScPs/s1600/DSCN0847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFr0Gwxn8vI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GwC6yduScPs/s320/DSCN0847.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here, the pups are lounging while I blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Last week, I participated in the Poker Run held by the &lt;a href="http://www.sportsbras2sportsbars.com/"&gt;Sports Bras to Sports Bars&lt;/a&gt; group that I run with each week.&amp;nbsp; There are prizes at these runs and I won a sixty-minute massage!&amp;nbsp; I am going in for the massage today and I. AM. SO. PUMPED.&amp;nbsp; I tend to be an anxious person--my husband might have used the words &lt;i&gt;High Strung &lt;/i&gt;to describe me from time-to-time, and I always feel the tension in my neck and shoulder blades.&amp;nbsp; Also, I stress and plan and hardly ever just relax, so I think this will be SO good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; My Ipod Nano has a corroded head phone jack&amp;nbsp; (it is clogged with sweat and nasties from running with the player in the "sweat-proof" Nike armband).&amp;nbsp; It works, but can cut in and out at times.&amp;nbsp; This can be really annoying on the run.&amp;nbsp; I went to the Apple Store yesterday and the guy told me to clean it out with a toothpick.&amp;nbsp; Nothing tech-y or scientific behind it:&amp;nbsp; just swirl a toothpick around in there and hope for the best.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm...maybe I could be an Apple Genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-3921515212977808145?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3921515212977808145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-things-thursday.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3921515212977808145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/3921515212977808145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-things-thursday.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFr0Gwxn8vI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GwC6yduScPs/s72-c/DSCN0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-5439744539191078039</id><published>2010-08-03T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:33:21.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yurbuds?  Mybuds!  A Product Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Before you read on, don't forget to enter my &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things-thursday-g-edition.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; (Then come back and read the review) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDN37p9N-7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/1In8LA2c03Q/s1600/yurbuds400x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDN37p9N-7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/1In8LA2c03Q/s320/yurbuds400x400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My earbuds and your earbuds may be the same size, but our ears are not.&amp;nbsp; Some people were born lucky:&amp;nbsp; they slip the stylish, white, &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/us/browse/home/shop_ipod/ipod_accessories/headphones"&gt;Apple earbuds&lt;/a&gt; into their perfectly shaped ears and go for a run, never once having to stop to readjust their personal mini-sound system.&amp;nbsp; For these blessed few, running with music is a breeze.&amp;nbsp; For the rest of us, it can be a trying, frustrating, I'm-just-gonna-turn-around-right-now-and-drop-these-pieces-of-junk-off-at-home-and-go-without-my-favorite-tunes experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, I was stuck wearing the bulky, sweaty headphones of the late-nineties.&amp;nbsp; You know the ones, they came with that awesome lime green Sony discman you got for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Back in those days, it was the music player that was the problem: skipping songs, scratching cds, etc.&amp;nbsp; Jump ahead ten years and, while the music player has greatly improved, the "speakers" have become the problem.&amp;nbsp; They slip out, tangle and twist.&amp;nbsp; Basically, if your ears don't grace the runway--you are stuck a decade in the past wearing what amount to earmuffs in the middle of the summer heat.&amp;nbsp; Well, get ready, because &lt;a href="http://www.yurbuds.com/"&gt;Yurbuds &lt;/a&gt;will blow running mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The product seems simple enough:&amp;nbsp; a small, rubbery blue cover for your Apple earbuds.&amp;nbsp; Just find your size, slip on the cover (paying close attention to match the right &lt;a href="http://www.yurbuds.com/"&gt;Yurbud &lt;/a&gt;with the right earbud) and place it in your ear.&amp;nbsp; There is no need to push it down inside your ear, the &lt;a href="http://www.yurbuds.com/"&gt;Yurbud&lt;/a&gt; rests comfortably just behind that tiny flap we all have on our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing to be cool again (in the temperature, as well as the social, sense), I gave these little blue miracles a spin.&amp;nbsp; I bought a size six at my local running store and ran a few runs in my new &lt;a href="http://www.yurbuds.com/"&gt;Yurbuds&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Long review short: they. were. incredible.&amp;nbsp; I ran a four mile recovery run first and didn't not find the need to readjust the buds, but that wasn't enough for me.&amp;nbsp; I took them with me for my sixteen-miler this weekend and had the same spectacular results!&amp;nbsp; I even got caught in a freak-heavy downpour at mile fourteen and the little guys held on strong!&amp;nbsp; Even an accidental tug on the cord can't move these guys:&amp;nbsp; they stay in your ears for the long haul, allowing you to enjoy tune after motivational, leg-pumping tune as you wind through the roads, trails, or even the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFiQADCnNwI/AAAAAAAAA78/lIkMEGcE3iw/s1600/DSCN0860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFiQADCnNwI/AAAAAAAAA78/lIkMEGcE3iw/s320/DSCN0860.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.yurbuds.com/"&gt;Yurbud &lt;/a&gt;comfortably inside my ear.&amp;nbsp; To find your personal &lt;a href="http://www.yurbuds.com/get-fitted"&gt;Yurbud size&lt;/a&gt;, have your local running store help or send a photo of your ear to the people at &lt;a href="http://www.yurbuds.com/"&gt;Yurbuds&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They will measure for you and let you know your size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFiQJHuoNwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/dtiZc1N-HXA/s1600/DSCN0861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFiQJHuoNwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/dtiZc1N-HXA/s320/DSCN0861.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am performing my own version of an Ipod commercial.&amp;nbsp; You can shake your groove thing (or run it off) as much as you like and these little guys stay in your ear--no readjustment necessary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFiQSxvQyZI/AAAAAAAAA8E/MVjT_n8PcXw/s1600/DSCN0866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFiQSxvQyZI/AAAAAAAAA8E/MVjT_n8PcXw/s320/DSCN0866.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how happy I am to be rid of my bulky headphones.&amp;nbsp; I love my &lt;a href="https://www.yurbuds.com/"&gt;Yurbuds&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-5439744539191078039?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5439744539191078039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/yurbuds-mybuds-product-review.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5439744539191078039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/5439744539191078039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/yurbuds-mybuds-product-review.html' title='Yurbuds?  Mybuds!  A Product Review'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDN37p9N-7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/1In8LA2c03Q/s72-c/yurbuds400x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-2448408850078549210</id><published>2010-08-01T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:06:39.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap: Week Seven  (Plus a little Romantic Getaway)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't forget to enter my &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things-thursday-g-edition.html"&gt;GIVEAWAY!!!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; You could win a $40 giftcard to CSN stores--since they sell vitrually everything, it is like winning an extra $40...and, c'mon, who couldn't use an extra $40???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"The will to win means nothing if you haven't the will to prepare."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Juma Ikangaa, 1989 NYC Marathon winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 40 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 208 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 16 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 4 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Training Moment: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Weather in KC is pretty unpredictable--especially in the spring and summer months.&amp;nbsp; This week, at mile 12 of my 16-miler, I noticed gray clouds quickly developing to the west.&amp;nbsp; Dark clouds don't always mean rain in my neck of the woods, so I was hoping all the doom lurking amounted to a threat and nothing more.&amp;nbsp; I made it to mile 14 before I felt the first drop.&amp;nbsp; Then I felt another.&amp;nbsp; Then another fell.&amp;nbsp; Before I knew it I was running the remainder of mile 14 in a deluge.&amp;nbsp; Because I always leave a map of my route on the computer screen, my husband knew just where to find me on the Trolley Track Trail.&amp;nbsp; He honked; I ran over, ditched my ipod and explained that I was so close to finishing and already drenched that I was just going to tough it out.&amp;nbsp; After splashing through puddles and dodging the waves rising up from the tires of passing vehicles, I arrived home drenched from head to toe.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't sound pleasant, but the rain was such a break from the high humidity and heat that I have been pressing through for the past &lt;strike&gt;weeks&lt;/strike&gt; months this summer--I loved it.&amp;nbsp; A few years ago, one of my favorite all-time running ads appeared in &lt;i&gt;Runner's World.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; The ad was for some shoe brand (Asics, maybe?).&amp;nbsp; The scene was a torrential downpour, and in the lower right-hand corner was a small runner trudging through the slop and mess.&amp;nbsp; The ad read, &lt;i&gt;"These are the days that separate the runners from the joggers."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I guess I have been separated out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation and Challenge:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I lumped these two together this week and chose this week's quote for a reason: this week, motivation is my challenge.&amp;nbsp; It was hard for me to start my runs this week.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if it is the incessant heat that got me down or knowing that summer is drawing to a close or a general tired feeling that did it to me this week; I just know that I was worn out and not feeling up to it.&amp;nbsp; The middle weeks of marathon training are the Wednesday of any training plan.&amp;nbsp; When I look behind me, I have just as much time to go as I have completed; my mileage may be building, but life outside of training isn't slowing down to make up for it--for me, life just speeds up as school draws near.&amp;nbsp; I have heard that August is the month of getting injured and backing-out; maybe it is because, like any other Wednesday, we are tired, worn out, and dreaming of a weekend that still seems so far away.&amp;nbsp; There is still so much work to be done.&amp;nbsp; If you have a fall marathon, and felt a little like I did this week, remember that Thursday always follows Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; Thursday is such a hopeful day.&amp;nbsp; The work week is almost over, and Friday (a nice taper) is just one night's sleep away.&amp;nbsp; I am in the hump day of training and, soon, it will all be down hill.&amp;nbsp; The "weekend" will arrive, and when it does, I will be so glad I made it through the week.&amp;nbsp; I also know that when that weekend is over, I will already being planning gearing up for the next week and weekend:&amp;nbsp; the next training plan and race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also didn't hurt to re-energize by getting away for the weekend with the Hubs!&amp;nbsp; We went to a great &lt;a href="http://www.stonewindretreat.com/"&gt;relaxation spot in the Ozark Mountains down in Arkansas&lt;/a&gt; (I was skeptic of the word Mountain and Arkansas in the same sentence, but I was pleasantly surprised!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in something called a YURT.&amp;nbsp; I had never heard of one, but it was pretty sweet, like a large, permanent, air-conditioned tent: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGc3axkqI/AAAAAAAAA70/MmPTCXNSm1A/s1600/DSCN0838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGc3axkqI/AAAAAAAAA70/MmPTCXNSm1A/s320/DSCN0838.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above:&amp;nbsp; Here is our yurt nestled in the mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below:&amp;nbsp; The yurt was really nice on the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYE_HDijOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/IHN0IzhkL0c/s1600/DSCN0789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYE_HDijOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/IHN0IzhkL0c/s320/DSCN0789.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFJLpJtrI/AAAAAAAAA7M/3E5r3ayBa5o/s1600/DSCN0790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFJLpJtrI/AAAAAAAAA7M/3E5r3ayBa5o/s320/DSCN0790.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFSaJk13I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/3Pg8wa9W0mw/s1600/DSCN0792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFSaJk13I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/3Pg8wa9W0mw/s320/DSCN0792.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFWYNuS7I/AAAAAAAAA7U/ITUqu4JNd9Q/s1600/DSCN0800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFWYNuS7I/AAAAAAAAA7U/ITUqu4JNd9Q/s320/DSCN0800.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;From the deck of out Yurt--we had a hot tub and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGJjh6FNI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-SF1F41TVlU/s1600/DSCN0834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGJjh6FNI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-SF1F41TVlU/s320/DSCN0834.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't mind the face, my photographer (the hubs) was probably doing something ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; Just focus on the pretty mountains :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGTLUA9WI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IR59HJo9OVQ/s1600/DSCN0837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGTLUA9WI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IR59HJo9OVQ/s320/DSCN0837.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Seriously, this is in Arkansas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYF3Py3ApI/AAAAAAAAA7k/2z_bQnf_JZY/s1600/DSCN0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYF3Py3ApI/AAAAAAAAA7k/2z_bQnf_JZY/s320/DSCN0815.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We wondered around Lake Fort Smith for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGBHKKJuI/AAAAAAAAA7o/4wfMKkSmQ20/s1600/DSCN0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGBHKKJuI/AAAAAAAAA7o/4wfMKkSmQ20/s320/DSCN0829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again...Arkansas?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFgCnNVnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/iXTEvpkZcYA/s1600/DSCN0805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFgCnNVnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/iXTEvpkZcYA/s200/DSCN0805.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFpMxecwI/AAAAAAAAA7c/olGxenqDjY8/s1600/DSCN0806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFpMxecwI/AAAAAAAAA7c/olGxenqDjY8/s200/DSCN0806.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We hit up a Braum's restaurant, a favorite of mine from the years I spent growing up in Tulsa.&amp;nbsp; They don't have these in KC--still the best brownie fudge sundae EVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFuWXJeDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/fzn6oX1bxv4/s1600/DSCN0810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYFuWXJeDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/fzn6oX1bxv4/s320/DSCN0810.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Supposedly, a town close by is known as the spinach capital of the world.&amp;nbsp; Here I am showing up Popeye with my massive guns.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGjIgQO8I/AAAAAAAAA74/GKJu3MFCEzw/s1600/DSCN0843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGjIgQO8I/AAAAAAAAA74/GKJu3MFCEzw/s320/DSCN0843.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got all my training runs in before we left, so The Hubs and I could spend the whole weekend just relaxing and reconnecting.&amp;nbsp; It was a fantastic weekend getaway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-2448408850078549210?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2448408850078549210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2448408850078549210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/2448408850078549210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap: Week Seven  (Plus a little Romantic Getaway)'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TFYGc3axkqI/AAAAAAAAA70/MmPTCXNSm1A/s72-c/DSCN0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-1244756620031866376</id><published>2010-07-29T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T05:20:59.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday:  G Edition (Giveaway)</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;GIRL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarajaeger.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-our-little-girl.html"&gt;My friend and favorite teacher buddy had her baby this week.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sara is my first close friend to have a baby.&amp;nbsp; I was so excited when I got the news, that I have already bought the little doll a present.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, Sara, it is educational.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to follow her adventures as a parent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;GET-A-WAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;My husband and I have scheduled a couple's get-a-way for the near future.&amp;nbsp; I am so thrilled about it.&amp;nbsp; We haven't gone on a "vacation" since our honeymoon.&amp;nbsp; The trip will be short, but I am really looking forward to spending time with my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GIFT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; Remember the sad story detailing the way my Nike+ died during last week's long run?&amp;nbsp; Well, I was telling my mom about it, and she suprised me with my very own &lt;b&gt;GARMIN FORERUNNNER 110!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; It was supposed to be for my birthday, but she gave it to me early to help me train for Chicago!&amp;nbsp; I have wanted this for a LONG TIME!!!&amp;nbsp; I used it for the first time today and was more than impressed.&amp;nbsp; Happy &lt;i&gt;early&lt;/i&gt; Birthday to me--&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS, MOM!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait...one more thing...A GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peeps at CSN find my blog worthy of a giveaway, so I am offering you a &lt;b&gt;$40 dollar giftcard&lt;/b&gt; to their online stores.&amp;nbsp; In case you haven't heard, CSN has EVERYTHING!!!&amp;nbsp; They have &lt;a href="http://www.diningroomsdirect.com/"&gt;dining room furniture&lt;/a&gt; and so much more.&amp;nbsp; They have t&lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/Pilates-and-Yoga-C247840.html"&gt;hings to help you stretch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/Office-C230453.html"&gt;things to help you work&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/School-C323261.html"&gt;things to help you learn&lt;/a&gt;, and even &lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_1141719256"&gt;things to &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplydogbeds.com/"&gt;help your best friend!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you win all these wonderful things?&amp;nbsp; Simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leave a comment for each of the following:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Follow my blog publicly--or let me know that you already follow my blog publicly.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Post about my giveaway on your wonderful blog (leave the link in the comment). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may enter through Friday, August 6th.&amp;nbsp; I will draw a winner Saturday, August 7th.&amp;nbsp; Good luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-1244756620031866376?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1244756620031866376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things-thursday-g-edition.html#comment-form' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1244756620031866376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1244756620031866376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things-thursday-g-edition.html' title='Three Things Thursday:  G Edition (Giveaway)'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8138831473900296052</id><published>2010-07-28T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:19:48.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist Revealed!</title><content type='html'>First, let me say thank you to all of your help with my &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/speedwork-or-high-mileage.html"&gt;BQ-anxiety &lt;/a&gt;yesterday.&amp;nbsp; You were all so helpful;&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for your encouragement.&amp;nbsp; Like &lt;a href="http://hubcitytri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tri-James&lt;/a&gt; said, it is all about mental strength and whatever workouts help build that strength (while staying within a training plan) are the ones I should do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt; gave me some confidence in my plan, because he has used the same one successfully in the past.&amp;nbsp; And, &lt;a href="http://anaverageathlete.blogspot.com/"&gt;P&lt;/a&gt;, thanks for reminding me that it is often the things that we overlook, like core work, that make us strong runners.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEb1YqV-VPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/m8Pu-to0ZiU/s1600/DSCN0767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEb1YqV-VPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/m8Pu-to0ZiU/s320/DSCN0767.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked for a few of your favorite running tunes last week, I was overwhelmed by the response!&amp;nbsp; I had so many great songs to choose from--thank you for all your suggestions!&amp;nbsp; I wanted to post the whole list here, but when I copied and pasted from Itunes, the format was all weird and hard to read.&amp;nbsp; The final list has &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;OVER SEVENTY SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, so rather than type them all out, I will will highlight some of my faves along with the most recommended songs from the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Because We Can&lt;/i&gt; -- Fatboy Slim; recommended by &lt;a href="http://bananasaboutrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (Fast-paced, positive encouragement and all around fun!)&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Little Lion Man&lt;/i&gt;--Mumford &amp;amp; Sons; recommended by &lt;a href="http://diaryofanaveragerunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Average A&lt;/a&gt; (Great beat, not hip-hop, so it provides a little variety on the run)&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Airplanes&lt;/i&gt;--B.o.B. feat Hayley Williams and Eminem; recommended by many different bloggers (I love the words and the beat)&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Mare&lt;/i&gt;--Black Eyed Peas; from my collection (I just have to shake it when this comes on--pumps me up--Black Eyed Peas had to be the most suggested group on the list--a lot of their songs made the cut.&amp;nbsp; I love running to their stuff)&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Teeth&lt;/i&gt;--Lady Gaga; recommended by &lt;a href="http://rundash.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dash&lt;/a&gt; (a little gritty--love it)&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Till I Collapse&lt;/i&gt;--Eminem; recommended by many (Eminem was all over the suggestions.&amp;nbsp; I ended up with four Eminem Songs--this was was by far the most popular)&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Human&lt;/i&gt;--The Killers; recommended by &lt;a href="http://dare-to-tri.blogspot.com/"&gt;teacherwoman&lt;/a&gt; (I don't know about you, but I find this song to be extremely motivational:&amp;nbsp; are we human or are we dancers?)&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Finale B&lt;/i&gt;--Rent Soundtrack; recommended by my sister (there really is no day like today!)&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Let Go&lt;/i&gt;--Frou Frou; recommended by P (she said it would grow on me, and it did!)&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Don't Stop Me Now&lt;/i&gt;--Queen; from my high school XC days (I used to listen to this before every race in high school--it had to make the list)&lt;br /&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Cousins&lt;/i&gt;--Vampire Weekend; recommended by The Hubs (he has an eclectic taste in music and I love this song!)&lt;br /&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Shewolf&lt;/i&gt;--Shakira; the song that started the list (C'mon ladies, we all have a Shewolf in our closet..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that I can't post the whole playlist, but you should know that most of the songs you sent me made it onto my Nano.&amp;nbsp; From Carrie Underwood to the Chemical Brothers to La Roux to&amp;nbsp; Ke$ha and on and on it goes. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you are interested in the other songs on the list, feel free to stalk the comments of the &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/ultimate-running-playlist.html#comments"&gt;original playlist post&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Again, I enjoyed all the recommendations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing...&lt;br /&gt;I made it to 2010!!!&amp;nbsp; I got me some &lt;a href="http://www.yurbuds.com/"&gt;yurbuds!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I will review them after they have a few runs in them, so far I am incredibly impressed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDN37p9N-7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/1In8LA2c03Q/s1600/yurbuds400x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDN37p9N-7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/1In8LA2c03Q/s320/yurbuds400x400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8138831473900296052?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8138831473900296052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/playlist-revealed.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8138831473900296052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8138831473900296052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/playlist-revealed.html' title='Playlist Revealed!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEb1YqV-VPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/m8Pu-to0ZiU/s72-c/DSCN0767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-1620237967659253411</id><published>2010-07-27T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T06:02:31.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedwork or High-Mileage???</title><content type='html'>My husband claims I am &lt;i&gt;just psyching myself out&lt;/i&gt;, but I am worried about whether or not I can get a BQ (Boston Qualifying time) in Chicago.&amp;nbsp; When I ran the race a few years ago, I was 52 seconds away from qualifying.&amp;nbsp; I did it using a beginner's plan with no speed work and only one 20 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is 3:30:00, but I have plan B (3:35:00), and plan C (3:39:59).&amp;nbsp; I am following &lt;a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/marathon/Mar00intermediate.htm"&gt;Hal Higdon's Intermediate plan&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; There is no &lt;i&gt;speed&lt;/i&gt; work, but there is plenty of &lt;i&gt;pace&lt;/i&gt; work.&amp;nbsp; Each week, at least one workout contains a pacing session.&amp;nbsp; Every other week, I do a pace run the day before my long run.&amp;nbsp; These pace runs start at 5 miles and work up to 10 miles over the course of the training plan.&amp;nbsp; On the weeks I don't do pace runs, I am supposed to run 1/4 of my long run at marathon pace.&amp;nbsp; This plan also has three 20-mile runs scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this be enough for me reach my goal?&amp;nbsp; Do I need to add in speed work?&amp;nbsp; Is it more important to put in a lot of miles? Or do I just need to calm down about the whole thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-1620237967659253411?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1620237967659253411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/speedwork-or-high-mileage.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1620237967659253411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1620237967659253411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/speedwork-or-high-mileage.html' title='Speedwork or High-Mileage???'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-4026941603009009630</id><published>2010-07-25T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:03:41.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Marathon Training Recap: Week Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Champions do not become champions when they win the event, but in the hours, weeks, months and years they spend preparing for it. The victorious performance itself is merely the demonstration of the championship of their character.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;--T. Alan Armstrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal Time&lt;/b&gt;: 3:30 -- Boston Qualifier, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miles This Week&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 36 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Miles&lt;/b&gt;: 168 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 14 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortest Run&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; 4 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Training Moment:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; This week, not only did I get my miles in, I also completed three &lt;a href="http://www.fusionfitnesskc.com/Class-Descriptions.html"&gt;Barre Intensity classes&lt;/a&gt; (toning, ballet-style).&amp;nbsp; After a seven-mile pace run, a friend asked if I wanted to go to what would be my third session at Fusion Fitness for the week.&amp;nbsp; Because these classes are so intense and because I had a fourteen mile run the following morning, I was leery, but I went ahead with it anyway.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad I did!&amp;nbsp; I felt so strong.&amp;nbsp; My legs were a little stiff for my long run the next morning, but the way I figure, it is only making me tougher for Chicago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motivation:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I am motivated by all the other runners I see out on the streets with me during the wee hours of a Saturday morning.&amp;nbsp; I see them with a water bottle in hand or a Fuel Belt strapped to their waste--some of the bottles contain water while others carry a sports drink.&amp;nbsp; They wear visors to protect themselves from the sun that won't show for at least another half hour.&amp;nbsp; Some train alone, some in pairs.&amp;nbsp; Some listen to music, others run without shoes.&amp;nbsp; I know they are all have a goal.&amp;nbsp; They might even be training for a marathon, too. &amp;nbsp; I am motivated when crossing the paths of another runner on his or her route.&amp;nbsp; We nod.&amp;nbsp; We wave.&amp;nbsp; We keep running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;After running a little over thirty minutes into my long run on Saturday a voice came on my headphones.&amp;nbsp; "Workout completed.&amp;nbsp; Workout distance: three-point-nine-six miles," announced the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod/nike/"&gt;Nike+&lt;/a&gt; voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Three-point-nine-six miles?&lt;/i&gt; I questioned after stopping at the top of a hill in the hoity-toity-Kansas-side-of-Kansas-City neighborhood, Mission Hills.&amp;nbsp; I could have sworn I programmed in a fourteen-mile run.&amp;nbsp; I unVelcro-ed the strap and pulled the sweaty band off my upper-arm to investigate further.&amp;nbsp; When I looked at the screen of my Ipod, it simply said, &lt;i&gt;No Receiver Detected.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I unplugged the little white insert that fits into the bottom of my Nano to make the Nike+ system work and blew on it (you know, the way you would have done to an original Nintendo game cartridge after seeing an olive green screen when you were hoping to be welcomed by the theme to Super Mario Bros.).&amp;nbsp; I re-inserted the receiver into the bottom of the Ipod, but the screen still read, &lt;i&gt;No Receiver Detected&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I gave it one last shot, and when that didn't work, I was glad that I had actually mapped out a run, instead of relying on a now useless announcer to tell me how far and for how long I had been running.&amp;nbsp; Although, I was bummed and lonely without my long-time Nike+ coach commenting as I completed each mile, I was thankful to still have my music pumping and my legs moving.&amp;nbsp; I started the stopwatch on my Timex Ironman watch and finished the remaining ten miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sad story has put me in a bit of a pickle.&amp;nbsp; Without a working Nike+ system, I have no way to know my pace as I run.&amp;nbsp; (I guess I could do math, but let's be real here.&amp;nbsp; I teach English--math on the run is simply not going to happen) This presents a real challenge to my training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it an opportunity?&amp;nbsp; Maybe it is a &lt;a href="https://buy.garmin.com/shop/shop.do?pID=63511"&gt;GPS-enabled-wristwatch sort of opportunity&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-4026941603009009630?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4026941603009009630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week_25.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4026941603009009630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4026941603009009630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/chicago-marathon-training-recap-week_25.html' title='Chicago Marathon Training Recap: Week Six'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-4576826760887768589</id><published>2010-07-23T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:27:11.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fab FOUNTAIN Photo Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;No matter where I go for a run, I am almost 100 percent guaranteed to see a fountain or two along the way.&amp;nbsp; After all, my hometown boasts the second most fountains in the world!&amp;nbsp; Here are pics of a few, so you can enjoy them too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnZ0jJUU0I/AAAAAAAAA6k/afVcfMQyJ5I/s1600/DSCN0773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnZ0jJUU0I/AAAAAAAAA6k/afVcfMQyJ5I/s400/DSCN0773.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnawTOuYBI/AAAAAAAAA7A/fioAXbmtLlQ/s1600/DSCN0775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnawTOuYBI/AAAAAAAAA7A/fioAXbmtLlQ/s400/DSCN0775.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnaraScZ_I/AAAAAAAAA68/jBuUyjC2YIM/s1600/DSCN0774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnaraScZ_I/AAAAAAAAA68/jBuUyjC2YIM/s320/DSCN0774.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnabqMmQ-I/AAAAAAAAA64/bhmxd4un3B0/s1600/DSCN0783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnabqMmQ-I/AAAAAAAAA64/bhmxd4un3B0/s400/DSCN0783.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnaLkxzrGI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HOkN7cjYpX8/s1600/DSCN0780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnaLkxzrGI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HOkN7cjYpX8/s400/DSCN0780.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Water doesn't actually run in this one anymore--I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnaVujTAiI/AAAAAAAAA60/OgY-1hmvf-o/s1600/DSCN0782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnaVujTAiI/AAAAAAAAA60/OgY-1hmvf-o/s400/DSCN0782.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wanna see the fountains for yourself?&amp;nbsp; The city has many great races, including &lt;a href="http://www.hospitalhillrun.com/"&gt;Hospital Hill Half-Marathon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.waddellandreedkansascitymarathon.org/"&gt;the Kansas City Full and Half-Marathon,&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.rocktheparkway.com/"&gt;Rock the Parkway Half-Marathon,&lt;/a&gt; that run right through the heart of the city.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other News:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/ultimate-running-playlist.html"&gt;playlist&lt;/a&gt; is getting huge.&amp;nbsp; I am nervous about the reveal.&amp;nbsp; You know, its like when someone tells you a joke is going to be really funny, but despite whether it is funny or not, the fact that someone said it was going to be funny diminishes its actual funniness due to the build up.&amp;nbsp; I hope that is not where this list of songs is headed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I have my first giveaway coming up--EEEK!!! I feel like a real blogger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trivia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; If my hometown has the second most fountains in the world, do you which city boasts the most fountains?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-4576826760887768589?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4576826760887768589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/fab-fountain-photo-friday.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4576826760887768589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/4576826760887768589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/fab-fountain-photo-friday.html' title='Fab FOUNTAIN Photo Friday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEnZ0jJUU0I/AAAAAAAAA6k/afVcfMQyJ5I/s72-c/DSCN0773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8141115916024636598</id><published>2010-07-22T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:23:43.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;la musica&lt;/b&gt;--WOW!!!&amp;nbsp; The response to my quest to make the &lt;a href="http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/ultimate-running-playlist.html"&gt;ultimate running playlist&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; blew me away!&amp;nbsp; So many great songs to put on my list!&amp;nbsp; I am working on the putting the music together. The reveal will come soon, friends--and it will be legendary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;getting out the GU&lt;/b&gt;--I am pretty pumped to break out the Chocolate GU this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Because I haven't ran a marathon for a few years, I haven't needed it (I don't use the stuff in half-marathons).&amp;nbsp; This weekend my long run is a steady fourteen-miler so I will be sure to get the GU into my Fuel Belt before I hit the streets.&amp;nbsp; It is a little thing, but it makes me feel like a marathoner again--it is, afterall, who I am supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;i NEED it&lt;/b&gt;--we all have our addictions.&amp;nbsp; Of course I run, but I also have to drink coffee EVERYDAY!&amp;nbsp; If I don't have it, I am rocking a headache by noon and down for the count by 3 pm.&amp;nbsp; I never liked coffee until I met my husband; he is a JUNKIE for the stuff!&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Do you have any other addictions (besides running, training, etc)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8141115916024636598?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8141115916024636598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things-thursday_22.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8141115916024636598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8141115916024636598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things-thursday_22.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-7259275530881347953</id><published>2010-07-21T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:16:42.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Running Playlist</title><content type='html'>I am no running purist.&amp;nbsp; I run with shoes on my feet and headphones on my ears (no, not ear buds--I can't get those darn things to stay in my oddly-shaped ears.&amp;nbsp; I rock old school headphones--nineties style.&amp;nbsp; Although, I am hoping for a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.yurbuds.com/"&gt;yur buds &lt;/a&gt;soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEb1UIooUaI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ry_rLOcIKws/s1600/DSCN0758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEb1UIooUaI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ry_rLOcIKws/s320/DSCN0758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My &lt;strike&gt;earmuffs&lt;/strike&gt; headphones and I after this morning's run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am in a running music rut.&amp;nbsp; I need your help to create the Ultimate Running Playlist.&amp;nbsp; I know a few songs that I would like to have on the list ("Shewolf" by Shakira is one of them--don't laugh), but I always get playlist block after a few songs.&amp;nbsp; The songs can be funky, poppy, classic rocky, inspirational, new, old, whatever--just please, no Creed or Nickelback (I have some standards--LOL!).&amp;nbsp; I will take your suggestions, grab them on itunes, and make the greatest running play list EVER!&amp;nbsp; When the list is done, I will share the jammin' results on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEb1YqV-VPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/m8Pu-to0ZiU/s1600/DSCN0767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEb1YqV-VPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/m8Pu-to0ZiU/s320/DSCN0767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This guy needs new material--and you can help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Please leave your song suggestions in a comment.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited to see what will blasting in my ears during my fourteen miler this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-7259275530881347953?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7259275530881347953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/ultimate-running-playlist.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7259275530881347953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/7259275530881347953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/ultimate-running-playlist.html' title='The Ultimate Running Playlist'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEb1UIooUaI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ry_rLOcIKws/s72-c/DSCN0758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-8333244677900310863</id><published>2010-07-20T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:53:21.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got My Flippy-Floppies!</title><content type='html'>Spending ample time on a boat, I sported my &lt;a href="http://www.orthoticshop.com/blog/spenco-flip-flops-arch-supports/"&gt;Spenco Flip-Flops&lt;/a&gt; all weekend long!&amp;nbsp; These babies are definitely non-running footwear of choice:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEYoIUwmzkI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lj8iVrIAr1E/s1600/DSCN0755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEYoIUwmzkI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lj8iVrIAr1E/s320/DSCN0755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I experienced awful foot pain.&amp;nbsp; I tried resting.&amp;nbsp; I tried stretching.&amp;nbsp; I tried icing.&amp;nbsp; Nothing relieved my poor little paws!&amp;nbsp; Finally, I headed to the running gurus are &lt;a href="http://www.garrygribbles.com/"&gt;Garry Gribbles&lt;/a&gt; (an awesome KC running store) and asked about my foot affliction.&amp;nbsp; The guru at the store gave me some simple advice--&lt;b&gt;never go barefoot&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He told me to put something supportive under my foot from the time I wake up from the time my head hits the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, I know barefoot running is the latest craze in the running world, and I don't know how the said advice applies to racing around town with bare bunions.&amp;nbsp; It may work for some runners--all I am saying is wearing something on my feet 24/7 is working for me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love flip-flops in the summer, I bought a pair of Spenco supportive flip-flops that day--since their purchase, they have been a summer fave!&amp;nbsp; I try to wear them as often as I can.&amp;nbsp; My feet feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEYn-vbpgBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/8WBn60vmA6A/s1600/DSCN0753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEYn-vbpgBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/8WBn60vmA6A/s320/DSCN0753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With work starting up again in a few weeks, I am facing a dilemma:&amp;nbsp; wear the flip-flops to work and feel great, but get dirty-looks and reprimands from the boss-man or wear the cute shoes I am supposed to and have foot pain.&amp;nbsp; I do not want to go back to aching feet, limping around the house and missing runs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;If you are an arch-less runner like me and experience foot pain, how do you get around the heels and flats required with professional work attire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt; Is there a way to wear the shoes I need for work and still run pain free?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-8333244677900310863?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8333244677900310863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-my-flippy-floppies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8333244677900310863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/8333244677900310863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-my-flippy-floppies.html' title='I Got My Flippy-Floppies!'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TEYoIUwmzkI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lj8iVrIAr1E/s72-c/DSCN0755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984094130587920913.post-1717255704696133763</id><published>2010-07-19T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:01:14.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Outside:  Good News About My Puppy and the Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Non-Running News (but still &lt;i&gt;exciting&lt;/i&gt; news...to me):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TESSXVwus0I/AAAAAAAAA58/EG1MtqaYs2w/s1600/DSCN0486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TESSXVwus0I/AAAAAAAAA58/EG1MtqaYs2w/s320/DSCN0486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;SHE DID IT!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; This weekend when the hubs and I were out of town we left our our dog, Fiona, and seven-month old puppy, Nora, with my parents.&amp;nbsp; If you have ever owned a puppy, you know that although they are loving, cute, cuddly, and little comedians, they can also be frustrating at times.&amp;nbsp; When we got Fiona a few years back, she was a house-training queen.&amp;nbsp; I swear she was poo-ing outside with a week or two.&amp;nbsp; Nora, on the otherhand, had a harder time understanding that it wasn't okay to "let loose" on the floor...or the couch...or the bed--*sigh*...&amp;nbsp; Anyway, she has been great at home the past few weeks, but I knew the real test would be the short stay with my parents this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I kept waiting for the angry phone call from an upset mother, swearing and screeching about the fact that she will never watch our damn dogs again, but it never came.&amp;nbsp; Nora made it all weekend in a strange house without an accident!&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Does this mean I can call her house-trained?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; Now, I just need to train her to be my &lt;b&gt;running&lt;/b&gt; partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In running news...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the news this morning, excitement ran through my veins when I heard the local weatherman use the word &lt;i&gt;"cold front."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I started imagining cool breezes and shirts that became only partially soaked by the end of a run.&amp;nbsp; My eyes glued to the weather forecast, I anxiously awaited the Seven-Day Planner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Just how chilly will it be on Tuesday?&amp;nbsp; Do I need to get out my wind-breaker?&amp;nbsp; What about the spandex?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Just as I started dreaming about hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream in front of a cozy fireplace, I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TESM8ga_qMI/AAAAAAAAA50/lW1W7_K-zf4/s1600/forecast" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TESM8ga_qMI/AAAAAAAAA50/lW1W7_K-zf4/s320/forecast" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So...Tuesday's &lt;i&gt;"cold front" &lt;/i&gt;will drop the temp to 92 degrees?&amp;nbsp; Should that even be called a &lt;i&gt;"cold front?"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I think it is just a &lt;i&gt;"front"&lt;/i&gt;--no &lt;i&gt;"cold"&lt;/i&gt; necessary.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to complain; I just think the weatherman might want to consider a change in his terminology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it I realize I actually love sweating it out on my runs and coming back drenched.&amp;nbsp; You know the feeling after a summer's run--when you peel off that running outfit, saying something like, "ewww...I can't believe it is SO hot," acting like you are disgusted by the fact that you are covered in your own filth, but, on the inside, you secretly feel accomplished and powerful--I love that feeling!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;What about you?&amp;nbsp; Are you like me, secretly loving the temps?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OR &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you ever run with your dog?&amp;nbsp; If so, how did you train them to keep your pace and not bolt out in front like wild beast on the hunt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984094130587920913-1717255704696133763?l=middlenamemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1717255704696133763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-outside-good-news-about-my-puppy.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1717255704696133763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984094130587920913/posts/default/1717255704696133763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlenamemarie.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-outside-good-news-about-my-puppy.html' title='Going Outside:  Good News About My Puppy and the Heat'/><author><name>Middle Name Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856868530829001377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TDY8Rz5N6fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/LiEu-2JM0m8/S220/DSCN0679_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31R7Vkp1Ork/TESSXVwus0I/AAAAAAAAA58/EG1MtqaYs2w/s72-c/DSCN0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry></feed>
