<?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-5406334024077861125</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:54:24.783-05:00</updated><category term='support'/><category term='IT'/><category term='Nike +'/><category term='Lake Geneva 5k'/><category term='DeKalb'/><category term='Do I need to rename the blog My Third First Marathon?'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='Running Crimes'/><category term='All I want to do right now is take a nap'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='I hate Spencer Pratt'/><category term='Mileage'/><category term='family'/><category term='I guess I&apos;m going to work on Monday'/><category term='Countdown'/><category term='WTF?'/><category term='Why can&apos;t I have that problem?'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='weather'/><category term='B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L temps for Half'/><category term='Running Gear'/><category term='Shamrock Shuffle'/><category term='How dare I'/><category term='red bull'/><category term='Marathon registration'/><category term='I want to work for Amphipod'/><category term='mall running'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Calling Mary Shelley'/><category term='Play That Funky Music iPod'/><category term='More Salsa Please'/><category term='treadmill hatred'/><category term='My parents didn&apos;t name me Grace'/><category term='diet'/><category term='Nutrition'/><category term='Weight Loss'/><category term='cold'/><category term='American Cancer Society'/><category term='Suzanne'/><category term='I can see Russia from the window'/><category term='Chicago Marathon'/><category term='Yawn.  I gotta get to bed.'/><category term='What Would Freud Say?'/><category term='Soldier Field 10 Mile'/><category term='I&apos;m a Klutz'/><category term='Design Challenge'/><category term='Friends Run'/><category term='13.1 with several pit stops'/><category term='Chicago Winter'/><category term='Dreaming of &quot;Thin&quot;'/><category term='donations'/><title type='text'>My Third First Marathon</title><subtitle type='html'>Training for Chicago '09</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6143225535211788376</id><published>2010-03-10T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:02:06.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm probably not on many RSS feeds anymore, but just in case, I've moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://excellentmarathonadventure.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://excellentmarathonadventure.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6143225535211788376?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6143225535211788376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6143225535211788376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6143225535211788376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6143225535211788376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-probably-not-on-many-rss-feeds.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8820192741906064840</id><published>2009-07-11T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:30:34.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I've posted that I'm sure I'm off of most of my blogging friends' blogrolls by now.  Coming out of blog sabbatical to let you know that I'm officially on blog sabbatical.  Not blog retirement yet . . .hoping to get back into the swing of things now that marathon training is officially under way.    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8820192741906064840?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8820192741906064840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8820192741906064840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8820192741906064840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8820192741906064840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-on-sabbatical.html' title='Still on Sabbatical'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-940527923775343855</id><published>2009-03-01T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:49:43.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I've blogged that I almost forgot how to do this.  Seriously, I had to think for a second to log in with the right IDs for Blogger.   My &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt; especially, checking out his Google reader at work, will be surprised to see a new post from me. Not of a heck of a lot to say but yet so much to say, so let me update you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My weight loss efforts continue, and I'm down 7 pounds since January 1.  I had really hoped to be down 10 by now, but such is life.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've run here and there, sometimes not because of a sore throat/cold that refused to go away, sometimes because of too busy with work, sometimes because effin' plantar fasciitis is back again.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm officially signed up for Chicago 2009!  Also signed up for the Chicago Police Foundation's Run to Remember, the Soldier Field 10 Mile and the 13.1 Chicago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've become addicted to Facebook and must stop.  It's been good to keep up with &lt;a href="http://jillwillrun.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gibtownrunner.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://onceagainforthefirsttime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt; via Facebook, but I also have to get back to reading blogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook has been good because I've been able to reconnect with some long-lost friends, including my college roommate.   Fifteen years later and we find out that we're both running Chicago!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not an exciting return to the blogging world, I know, but for now I must get back to the parts of my life that do not require a laptop.   Be back soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-940527923775343855?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/940527923775343855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=940527923775343855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/940527923775343855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/940527923775343855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-1462266854975029131</id><published>2009-01-03T20:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:35:13.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Off on the Right Foot (Even if it is sore)</title><content type='html'>It's been a productive weekend on the running/get healthy/lose weight/get strong for Chicago '09 starting line front:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I developed a Half Marathon training schedule for &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; and me, based on &lt;a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/halfmarathon/novice.htm"&gt;Hal Higdon's novice plan.&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;a href="http://www.131chicago.com/"&gt;first Half Marathon in Chicago &lt;/a&gt;is in early June, so I stretched the schedule out to get a good base going. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran 2 miles on Friday, took Saturday off when some &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-of-plans.html"&gt;familiar foot pain &lt;/a&gt;crept up (Are you effin' kidding me?) and ran 3 miles today (plus some upper body strength training). Mike has not run yet due to a conveniently-timed head cold. Of course, he hasn't signed up for the Half either, but I think I'm close to convincing him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Are-You-Ready-Charge-Forever/dp/0767928725/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1231038843&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Bob Harper's new book &lt;/a&gt;and armed with Bob's food list, bought some of &lt;a href="http://www.thelaughingcow.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.latortillafactory.com/jadworks/ltf/jwsuite.nsf/ViewSelection/DC143B1461E3B3528825723A007519C1?Open&amp;amp;site=Home*ViewSelection=Tortilla_Talk**mb"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and some other good-for-you things I don't feel like looking up links for. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a food diary to record every morsel that goes in my mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taped two horrendous photos of me (no, I won't be posting those) from Christmas into the inside of my food diary, as well as&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;prnbr=9H-172399&amp;amp;page=3&amp;amp;cgname=OSSWMOPSZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=158"&gt; this photo &lt;/a&gt;of the swimsuit I'll be wearing (and not embarrassingly so) during our June vacation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yes, committed to myself and everyone that I talk to that I'm going to lose 40 by the Fourth, or 40 pounds by July 4th. Even posted a handy little tally on the right. Mike asked if I really want to "go public" with the 40 pound goal on my blog but the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, right? For my family and friends who've said that there's no way I need to lose 40 pounds . . .well first, Bless You! and rest assured I'm not turning into an Olsen twin. Forty pounds is still well within a healthy BMI for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting with a nutrionist later this month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have three more sessions with my personal trainer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weighing in for our next round of the Biggest Loser contest at work on Monday. (the first one didn't work so well, at least for me.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking my latest obsession with &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Biggest_Loser/"&gt;The Biggest Loser &lt;/a&gt;one step further and signing up friends and family for an email, honor system version of the Biggest Loser contest. (Yes, I will have two Biggest Loser contests going at once. . . .accountability is key for me.) Thank you Cheryl, Lori and Dad for signing up! Want to join? Let me know if the comments section by Wednesday (1/7) and I'll email you the info.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're probably thinking, obsess much? I know I tend to go all out on these, but for me, if I'm going to stick to anything I need to completely immerse myself or I tend to lose focus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to arriving at the Chicago '09 start line much lighter than I am now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*For the male readers that came back to my blog without getting distracted by the Victoria's Secret link, thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-1462266854975029131?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1462266854975029131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=1462266854975029131' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1462266854975029131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1462266854975029131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-off-on-right-foot-even-if-it.html' title='Starting Off on the Right Foot (Even if it is sore)'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2842535351253700077</id><published>2009-01-01T20:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:34:51.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Race on the Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations! You are entered to run in the Bank of America Shamrock Shuffle 8K on Sunday, March 29, 2009.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shamrockshuffle.com/"&gt;www.shamrockshuffle.com&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/5406334024077861125-2842535351253700077?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2842535351253700077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2842535351253700077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2842535351253700077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2842535351253700077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2009/01/race-on-calendar.html' title='A Race on the Calendar'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8420018357544627382</id><published>2008-12-31T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:34:50.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I Know</title><content type='html'>The photo is too big but since this is the 18th time (no exaggeration) I've changed the style/color/template of my blog today, we'll all just have to deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8420018357544627382?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8420018357544627382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8420018357544627382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8420018357544627382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8420018357544627382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-i-know.html' title='Yes, I Know'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5898030965698334129</id><published>2008-12-30T13:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:27:59.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Promise to Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2009 will be the year . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .I finish the Chicago Marathon. (I can't change the blog title to "My Fourth First Marathon." Besides a tongue twister, it's pathetic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .I will lose the "baby" weight. (My youngest "baby" turns 5 in April)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .I will properly cross train (Taking steps toward this already, meeting with personal trainer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a result . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .I will meet my goal of finishing the Marathon before I'm 40 (Oct 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .I will not cringe at the sight of me in family photos that will be taken during our June vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .I will be able to buy a dress for our niece's summer wedding because I like it, versus buying one because it hides and covers the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know reading this you may think that New Year's resolutions are often broken. Not this time. I'm too fed up with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can just get building maintenance to move that vending machine further away from my office . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-5898030965698334129?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5898030965698334129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5898030965698334129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5898030965698334129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5898030965698334129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-promise-to-myself.html' title='New Year&apos;s Promise to Myself'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6779539381495869760</id><published>2008-12-29T13:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:54:05.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Schedule Revisions</title><content type='html'>Updated my race schedule on the left.  New Year's Day Run?  Yeah, not going to happen.  I think I'm finally, FINALLY! coming out of my months-long running funk.  Signed up for a new Half in Chicago, the 13.1 Chicago in June.   A few days before we leave for vacation, so that should be interesting, given everything that comes along with vacation prep, finisheverythingatworkbeforeI'mgoneforaweek prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I have three halfs on the schedule.   That might be a little much.  I have to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference call coming up at work, gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6779539381495869760?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6779539381495869760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6779539381495869760' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6779539381495869760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6779539381495869760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/12/race-schedule-revisions.html' title='Race Schedule Revisions'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6730164094625519821</id><published>2008-12-11T20:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:45:27.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Butt Hurts</title><content type='html'>Went to my first-ever spinning class tonight.   The instructor told me that my butt will hurt tomorrow.  Well, it hurts now.  I liked it, even if I was a little uncoordinated in the beginning.  I can see how it can be addicting.   During "sprints" the guy next to me was going so fast!  I've never seen anyone's legs move that fast.  To quote Chandler from "Friends":  "His legs flail about as if independent from his body!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping a fairly regular workout schedule the last couple of weeks, between my personal trainer visits, other sessions at the gym and the treadmill at home.  (No running outside for me, I live in Chicago!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, land of Blagojevich.)&lt;/span&gt;  Goal is to get in shape, lose the extra pounds and get strong for Chicago Marathon '09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he doesn't need to lose weight, I've been getting on &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike's&lt;/a&gt; case to work out because if he works out, I'm more likely to work out.  If he's not, I'm likely to make excuses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special note to my blogging friends:  I know I've been terrible about posting AND commenting on your blogs lately.  I will get back to it soon.   Between the holidays and spending more time at the gym I haven't been on the computer much.   When I have been on the computer, I've been researching info for a summer Disney trip.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(If anyone's been to the Grand Floridian, would love to hear your reviews.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go address some holiday cards.  In the spirit of the holidays, I leave you with this. Thanks to Mary Ellen for sending it my way. (Be sure to pause my playlist on the bottom left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCa72UEYv5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCa72UEYv5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6730164094625519821?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6730164094625519821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6730164094625519821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6730164094625519821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6730164094625519821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-butt-hurts.html' title='My Butt Hurts'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5583526734911156540</id><published>2008-11-27T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:11:57.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thanksgiving Post</title><content type='html'>I need to be at &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike's&lt;/a&gt; mom's house in a couple of hours (Mike's at work, meeting him there) so even though I need to find clean pajamas for the kids, find clean clothes for the kids, get myself showered/dressed, supervise son's shower, give daughter a bath, walk the dog, do the dishes, fold the laundry and stop the kids from fighting, I'm going to post this random list I found at &lt;a href="http://theunfocusedlife.com/"&gt;Unfocused's &lt;/a&gt;blog.  Oh, and I have about 7 minutes left on the laptop battery.  I do not procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;, I’ve done; items in plain text, I haven’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland &lt;em&gt;(Going to DisneyWorld in June, does that count?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo &lt;em&gt;(Unless screaming Skid Row songs while drunk on the way home from a party in collegecounts . . .then no)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon &lt;em&gt;(I've run IN a Marathon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason  &lt;em&gt;(Ahem, Mike?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clearly I need to travel more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-5583526734911156540?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5583526734911156540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5583526734911156540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5583526734911156540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5583526734911156540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thanksgiving-post.html' title='Random Thanksgiving Post'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8416562088800201219</id><published>2008-11-23T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:07:16.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O iPod Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>I can't find my iPod. I need my iPod to run. Yes, I'm one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; runners. Especially on the treadmill. Looked everywhere last night and today and came up empty. &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; may have it easy Christmas shopping for me this year, I may need a new one. (I'm a little scared it was on top of the newspaper pile that was tossed out. If that's the case, then someone picking up the recycling bin has a new iPod Nano that says "Love, Mike" on the back. Oh, and a Nike + sensor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike offered to let me use his iPod Shuffle and while I'm not looking forward to it, I just might need to. Why don't I want to use his Shuffle? Well, here's a couple examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod has music like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgmL2LeuhY4&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's has music like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SP30AvBueyo&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My missing iPod has music like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HC03wMyCkjc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's Shuffle includes music like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8g6tGpxbi0&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, truth be told I don't know that he has King Diamond on his Shuffle, but he has some King Diamond Cds and I'm just trying to prove the point that we really don't like the same music. Truth be told twice I do have some of "Mike's music" on my iPod . . .Rush, a little Metallica, Spock's Beard and some others. But the vast majority is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that iPod?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8416562088800201219?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8416562088800201219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8416562088800201219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8416562088800201219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8416562088800201219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-ipod-where-art-thou.html' title='O iPod Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6347121939861982718</id><published>2008-11-20T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:47:27.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Record</title><content type='html'>I think I set a new record for the longest time I've ignored my blog . . .or those of my blogger friends.   It's been awhile, I know.   Nothing specific, just busy days, busy nights, a lot of stuff . . .and a little laziness here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my blogging friends, I know I haven't commented lately, it's not that I didn't find your posts interesting, I just didn't um . . .read your posts.  Or any posts for that matter.  Hope to get caught up over the next few days.  To get you caught up on me, here's some quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took one step closer to becoming a svelte and fit runner for the Chicago '09 starting line and had my first workout with a personal trainer.  My trainer is great, very sweet and patient.   She was particulary sweet and patient when I let the weights slam back down during the first exercise.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took very few steps the next couple of days after the workout - - which focused on weight training exercises --  because I've never really lifted weights before and was sore as hell.  My limp around the office and my struggles getting in and out of the car was a constant reminder of how unfit I am.   Ninety year olds move around easier that I was.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't signed up for any 5ks because schedules (what race is nearby, if &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; is off of work to stay home with the kids, if we don't have anything conflicting) haven't worked out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We started a Biggest Loser contest at work several weeks ago.   So far I've lost weight, gained weight, lost weight and gained weight.  So I'm hoping the next weigh-in - -the last one - - that I at least lose enough to meet my original starting weight.  Sad, I know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kicked my &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/multimedia-message_06.html"&gt;Red Bull habit&lt;/a&gt;!  Went cold turkey and so far, doing pretty good.  (I may have been a tad crabby for a couple of days.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, gotta get back to work.   Can't get to the gym tonight because of other stuff we have going on, but planning to run on Friday and do weights the gym on Saturday.  Next personal training session on Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6347121939861982718?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6347121939861982718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6347121939861982718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6347121939861982718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6347121939861982718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-record.html' title='A New Record'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2695544380292536806</id><published>2008-11-01T13:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:47:40.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I guess I&apos;m going to work on Monday'/><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>My dreams of quitting my job and spending my days working with a trainer to get me ready for Chicago Marathon '09 are shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Halloween &lt;a href="http://www.illinoislottery.com/Raffle/Index.htm"&gt;Millionaire Raffle &lt;/a&gt;Winner&lt;br /&gt;Draw date: October 31, 2008&lt;br /&gt;We are sorry, Millionaire Raffle ticket number 413797 is not a winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2695544380292536806?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2695544380292536806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2695544380292536806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2695544380292536806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2695544380292536806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/11/shattered.html' title='Shattered'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2040682778643298659</id><published>2008-10-29T16:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:43:59.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><title type='text'>Step Away From The Play Doh, Ma'am, Step Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SQjdpztMiBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5dcg4O4BSQ0/s1600-h/Play+Doh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262699874906572818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SQjdpztMiBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5dcg4O4BSQ0/s400/Play+Doh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say that this post has absolutely nothing about running, except that I should have gone to the gym when I got home after the Play-Doh incident but . . .I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to post this but it's just so ridiculous and surreal that I have to share it. Plus &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; said he was surprised I didn't post about it yet, considering how aghast I was last week, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we went to our 4-year-old daughter (let's call her "T") "Trunk-n-Treat" event at school. The pre-schoolers dress in their costumes, we eat hot dogs, we play games and they trick-or-treat with parents handing out candy and treats from trunks of the cars. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I would have liked to post a picture of our daughter as she looked very cute in her HSM* cheerleading costume but Mike and I agreed when we entered the blogosphere not to post pictures of our kids. No offense to my blog friends, this isn't directed at you, but there are some sickos out there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in our typical "I only pretend to be organized" fashion, I had to run out during lunch from work to get candy for the kids. In my mad dash across Target (because I was also trying to stop home to let the dog out for a walk) I grabbed a bag of candy and bags of the mini Play-Doh containers because I figured, hey, how much candy can a 4-year- old eat? I also grabbed two inexpensive greeen Halloween-themed bowls. (Remember the bowls, these will be important.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained at the event so when it was time for the kids to "trunk 'n treat" so we moved everything into the gym. I stayed with T in line outside the gym while Mike set up ourPlay-Doh and candy stash inside the gym with some of the other parents. While I'm in the "parents waiting with kids" section outside the gym Mike calls on my cell reminding me that he has to go pick up our 6-year-old, A, from a birthday party. So Mike leaves the candy and the Play-Doh in the bowls on a chair. A nice older woman tells Mike no problem, I'll keep an eye on it. Mike leaves the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike leaves to get A; T and I enter the gym in line with other parents and kids to do some trick or treating. Chairs were set up in a "U" shape with parents passing out candy. As T and I make our way down the line, I notice the green bowls I brought, the candy and the Play-Doh. A woman is standing over the chair, as other parents are complementing her on the great idea to bring Play-Doh. The woman, in all her Play-Doh-basking glory, says - - Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What - Wait. &lt;em&gt;Thank you? &lt;/em&gt;It's not your Play-Doh lady. Wait I tell myself, don't overreact, others probably brought Play-Doh. I do a quick scan of the gym and no, no Play-Doh stations, only candy. And those are my green Target bowls! T and I get closer to the Play-Doh Imposter and I hear her tell another mom, "Oh thank you! Yes, I thought the kids might like it." She's talking about my Play-Doh! My Play-Doh! WTF? Who lies about Play-Doh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So T and I get up there and I look at her straight in the eye and say, "T, pick out some of the Play-Doh WE brought." The woman, who doesn't know that I'm the true bearer of the Play-Doh says nothing. I say, "That looks like the Play-Doh I brought." No response. I say again, "Yes, WE brought that Play-Doh." Again no response. But she's clearly uncomfortable. "That's the Play-Doh I BROUGHT in MY green bowls." No response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's clearly time for either 1) T and I to move on or 2) Continue to hold up the line while I'm confronting the Play-Doh imposter, resulting in a scene in the school gym. The people in line behind me didn't know who really brought the Play-Doh &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and likely didn't give a damn either)&lt;/span&gt; so I thought that while it was so odd and crazy and strange for someone to lie and claim to bring someone else's Play-Doh to a school event, I had to move on before I was forever branded the "Crazy Play-Doh Lady" at my kids' school. We have nine more years until both kids are out of this school so I couldn't risk the humiliation for my kids . . . I could just picture A getting in a fight at school defending his mom, the Crazy Play-Doh Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bitter, we are only talking about Play-Doh here and I am well aware that there are more important things going on in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, WTF? Who steals Play-Doh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*If you don't know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDHYZtwjFTs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; stands for, you clearly do not have pre-teens or young kids in your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2040682778643298659?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2040682778643298659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2040682778643298659' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2040682778643298659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2040682778643298659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/10/step-away-from-play-doh-maam-step-away.html' title='Step Away From The Play Doh, Ma&apos;am, Step Away'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SQjdpztMiBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5dcg4O4BSQ0/s72-c/Play+Doh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2368974118866522209</id><published>2008-10-23T21:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:10:15.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Weeks</title><content type='html'>Went to the gym Tuesday night and ran.  Yep, you read that right.  I ran.  For the first time in 6 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about not running for 6 weeks (and eating crap the entire time I might add).  You pretty much lose any fitness you had.  So I struggled through 2 miles, the entire time wondering, where is that girl that got up at 3:45 a.m. one morning to run 10 miles -- and enjoyed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clearly wasn't at the gym with me on Tuesday night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the gym Friday night.  350-odd days until Chicago '09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2368974118866522209?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2368974118866522209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2368974118866522209' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2368974118866522209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2368974118866522209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-weeks.html' title='Six Weeks'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8889340610608143789</id><published>2008-10-20T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:43:10.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out of Hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onceagainforthefirsttime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt; is dragging me out of blogging hibernation by tagging me.  Thanks Karin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Each player answers the question themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve answered the questions on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Years Ago (1998):&lt;br /&gt;1. Been married to &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; for 3 years&lt;br /&gt;2. Was still able to sleep past 7 a.m. on the weekends (No kids yet.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting itchy to leave my corporate communications job (ended up leaving in March '99)&lt;br /&gt;4. If I have the years right, Mike was still back in school which meant I was hanging out at  Applebee's a lot while Mike was bartending.&lt;br /&gt;5. Was the weight I want to be at now &lt;em&gt;(sigh).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things on Today's "To Do" List:&lt;br /&gt;(Taking Karin's cue, we'll make this tomorrow since it's almost 9 p.m.)&lt;br /&gt;1. In 65 minutes, get up, shower, dressed, get kids up, fed, dressed and drop them off at school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Work (send out a press release, work on '09 budget)&lt;br /&gt;3. Meet former boss for lunch (incidentally, the boss from my job in 1998!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Call and schedule next appointment for dog trainer.&lt;br /&gt;5. Drumroll please . . . GO TO GYM AND RUN ON TRACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things that I would do if I were a millionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. Quit my job. &lt;br /&gt;2. Vacation in Hawaii. &lt;br /&gt;3. Remodel house.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to gym everyday (ok nearly every day) while kids were in school.&lt;br /&gt;5. Volunteer by doing PR/media relations work for nonprofits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicago, IL&lt;br /&gt;2. DeKalb, IL&lt;br /&gt;3. Chicago, IL&lt;br /&gt;4. Schaumburg, IL&lt;br /&gt;5. Schaumburg, IL&lt;br /&gt;(Different places in Chicago and Schaumburg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Retail - Madigan's&lt;br /&gt;2. Concession stand worker at NIU football game (I lasted one football game)&lt;br /&gt;2. Retail - Kohl's&lt;br /&gt;3. NIU Dept. of Journalism office aide&lt;br /&gt;4. Various (ok three) PR jobs before my current job . . .&lt;br /&gt;5. Media Relations Director for a division of a well-known, global company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm tagging....&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://kitzzyfit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitzzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://myrunninglife5k.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://tgorourke.wordpress.com/"&gt;Terri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://jillwillrun.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8889340610608143789?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8889340610608143789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8889340610608143789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8889340610608143789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8889340610608143789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/10/she.html' title='Coming Out of Hibernation'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2021931185972175187</id><published>2008-10-11T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:57:15.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive . . .</title><content type='html'>. . .Just working a lot, stressing a lot and therefore not blogging much or running much (if at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been obsessed with the Election coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base mileage build up for Chicago '09 starts October 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh, I'm just glad to have a semi-desire to run again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2021931185972175187?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2021931185972175187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2021931185972175187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2021931185972175187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2021931185972175187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8557833796612058826</id><published>2008-09-28T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:07:34.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Through My Head All Day</title><content type='html'>Not sure why, I haven't been watching '80s videos, haven't seen &lt;em&gt;Footloose&lt;/em&gt; recently, but it popped in my head and hasn't left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pause my playlist on the bottom left to hear.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7f_HsjpSVaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7f_HsjpSVaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's in your head.  You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8557833796612058826?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8557833796612058826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8557833796612058826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8557833796612058826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8557833796612058826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/09/running-through-my-head-all-day.html' title='Running Through My Head All Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-7832764987837630795</id><published>2008-09-18T16:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:16:42.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Running Meme . . .</title><content type='html'>. . .but a food meme. Because let's face it, I've been doing a helluva lot more eating than running lately. (well, always. Which is why I started running to begin with . . to lose the weight from my pregnancies . . . okay, from my eating. Whatever, shut up and read.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike's&lt;/a&gt; blog who found it at &lt;a href="http://theunfocusedlife.com/"&gt;Unfocused Me's &lt;/a&gt;blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How do you like your eggs?&lt;br /&gt;Until my first pregnancy, not at all. Now, poached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you take your coffee/tea?&lt;br /&gt;I don't. And neither does Mike, which is why we annoy the hell out of our family guests at the kids' birthday parties because when you don't drink coffee, you rarely think of buying/making coffee.  We started catching on when some family members started stopping at Dunkin' Donuts for coffee on the way to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite breakfast food.&lt;br /&gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I'm supposed to say about this. Do I eat it? Yes, only on toast before a run. (Ha! I've worked running into this post on my running blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of dressing on your salad?&lt;br /&gt;Italian or French or Thousand Island or Ranch or Garlic. I'm not picky. (No Mike, I'm not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;Until baby #2, Pepsi. Now, ick. Diet Coke, or if I really feel like I need a caffeine boost, regular Coke. &lt;em&gt;(I know that there isn't more caffeine in regular Coke, but psychologically, it helps me. Don't judge.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're feeling lazy. What do you make?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I ask Mike what he's making us. (What do I make &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;? I'm not the cook, Mike is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You're feeling really lazy. What kind of pizza do you order?&lt;br /&gt;If it were up to me alone, just about everything except anchovies and sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You feel like cooking. What do you make?&lt;br /&gt;That's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do any foods bring back good memories?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Beer nuggets from NIU. I really enjoyed college. &lt;br /&gt;What are beer nuggets?  It's a DeKalb, IL thing.  Deep fried pizza dough served with warm pizza sauce (or cheese sauce).  Perfect at 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do any foods bring back bad memories?&lt;br /&gt;The chili my husband makes. Wait, I'm not trying to be mean. He knows where this is going. I actually used to love his chili but I ate it when I was two months pregnant - - and sick daily - - with our daughter. I couldn't keep much down, including the chili. The bathroom episode from the chili was the sickest (most sick?) I was during the whole pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do any foods remind you of someone?&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry juice. My grandmother drank it every day and she was always scared of running out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is there a food you refuse to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, no. Wait, Italian Sausage. Just not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was your favorite food as a child? Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is there a food that you hated as a child but now like? Meatloaf.  Didn't like my mom's, like Mike's (sorry mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Is there a food that you liked as a child but now hate? Peanut butter and jelly&lt;/p&gt;17. Favorite fruits and vegetables.  Grapes, tomatoes, asparagus (but only very cold with salt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite junk food. Ding dong's.  Which is why I never buy them.  Because I would eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite between meal snack. Pretzels . . .or lately, &lt;a href="http://civellophoto.typepad.com/hersheyinsider/2008/09/pumpkin-spice-kisses.html"&gt;Hersey's Pumpkin Spice kisses&lt;/a&gt;.  They are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you have any weird food habits?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure about now but as a kid I couldn't switch between foods on my plate. I had to eat all of the mashed potatoes before moving on to the turkey, all of the turkey before moving on to the corn, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You're on a diet. What food(s) do you fill up on?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately everything I'm not supposed to be eating while I'm on the diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You're off your diet. Now what would you like?&lt;br /&gt;Lou Malnati's pizza or Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Chocolate Brownie ice cream.  Wait, both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How spicy do you order Indian/Thai? Very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Can I get you a drink?  A glass of Riesling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Red or White Wine? See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite dessert? Chocolate ice cream or Portillo's Chocolate Cake.  No &lt;a href="http://www.portillos.com/portillos/"&gt;Portillo's&lt;/a&gt; in your area?  You're missing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll start blogging about running (and start running) again once I get over this damn cold.  Now I have to go check and see if we have any Pumpkin kisses left in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-7832764987837630795?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7832764987837630795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=7832764987837630795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7832764987837630795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7832764987837630795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-running-meme.html' title='Not a Running Meme . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-116342032768719924</id><published>2008-09-15T20:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:38:04.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can see Russia from the window'/><title type='text'>My New Winter Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SM8LA6j5psI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0mfYq7ga-B0/s1600-h/pstourtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424201257658050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SM8LA6j5psI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0mfYq7ga-B0/s400/pstourtrack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The track that I will be running on a lot this winter. In beautiful Wasilla, Alaska*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It's 1/9 of a mile. Not great, but better than the treadmill.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question: What is the proper gym etiquette when another runner is running the wrong direction? On certain days you go left, on certain days you go right based on the schedule posted at the entrance. Last time I was here I ran the way according to the posted schedule, but there were two other runners (running together) who were running and walking opposite. So, every time we met up, I would have to switch lanes to avoid running into them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I supposed to call them out on it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run the direction they are running in even though it is not the "posted" way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or just do what I'm doing and give them dirty looks as I pass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Actually, it's in Illinois. That was an attempt to cheer up my sister. She made the mistake of getting into a political "discussion" with my parents today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-116342032768719924?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/116342032768719924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=116342032768719924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/116342032768719924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/116342032768719924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-winter-home.html' title='My New Winter Home'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SM8LA6j5psI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0mfYq7ga-B0/s72-c/pstourtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-1322600234704791594</id><published>2008-09-14T20:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:36:03.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to rename the blog My Third First Marathon?'/><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>Hey blogging friends, remember me? I know, I've been MIA for awhile. Such a bad blogger I've been . . .no posts, no &lt;a href="http://www.virtualrunclub.com/"&gt;Virtual Run Club &lt;/a&gt;posts, very few visits to the blogs I usually frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I've been in an "I hate running" funk for some time. And finally, I think I realize why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in no way, shape or form prepared for the Chicago Marathon. This isn't just anxiety talking. I truly am not ready. &lt;em&gt;(Kinda like how a certain Alaskan is not prepared or ready to hold one of the highest offices in the land, but I digress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to running . . . This has not been a good training year. As I look back at my race reports, all of them are pretty negative. And I really don't consider myself to be a negative person. Sarcastic at times, maybe, but not overally negative. Between my plantar fasciitis &lt;em&gt;(ah, finally I know how to spell it!)&lt;/em&gt; issues in both feet, my recurring ankle pain from last year's Marathon effort and a simply subpar effort to keep my training schedule, I've realized that this is not my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite good intentions, I've trained&lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2007/12/beginning-of-blog.html"&gt; like an asshole&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the plan: I'll be at the starting line this year, but my intent is to stop at the halfway point . . .I'm making it my own little half marathon. I figure this way I get to experience some of the excitement of the Marathon, still put in a fairly significant amount of miles . . .and have time to get to the Finish Line to cheer for &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/runners-dinner-or-youre-training-like.html"&gt;Chipper Kim&lt;/a&gt;, my other cousins, Keith, John and Lauren - - and &lt;a href="http://onceagainforthefirsttime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt; of course! (Jeanine has also trained like an asshole so we're going to train for Chicag0 '09 together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about this a lot and don't get me wrong, I am really, really, really ticked and disappointed. I'm mad at myself, mad at my feet, and wish I could turn the clock back four or five months. I really feel bad too, about how wonderful and supportive my friends, family and co-workers have been and here I go and (kinda) drop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to focus on the positive:&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks to the generosity of my family, friends and co-workers, I've raised $1,475 for the American Cancer Society.&lt;br /&gt;- I've learned A LOT about what works for me and what doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;- Training this year has been a great way to stay in contact with Chipper Kim, Jeanine, Lauren and John.&lt;br /&gt;- I've met some great virtual friends through this year's training efforts . . .&lt;a href="http://onceagainforthefirsttime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lisasepiphany.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tgorourke.wordpress.com/"&gt;Terri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://princesskaikai.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://theunfocusedlife.com/"&gt;Unfocused Life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jillwillrun.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://runningmybuttoff.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2008-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-05%3A00&amp;amp;updated-max=2009-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-05%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=20"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://eattamarasdust.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tamara&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gibtownrunner.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kitzzyfit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitzzy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://runningoffatthemind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Razz&lt;/a&gt; and all the runners at &lt;a href="http://www.virtualrunclub.com/"&gt;Virtual Run Club&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you may be wondering, what have I been doing since I haven't been blogging? A few things:&lt;br /&gt;- I visited the new gym we've joined a few times. Would have been more, except for . . .&lt;br /&gt;- This sore throat/cold that I've been trying to get rid of for two weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;- Certainly have &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; been doing enough laundry. &lt;em&gt;(Where do these clothes come from?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Researching ideas for Mike's 40th birthday gift.  I still have time, but I really would like to surprise him one year (no Mike, not a surprise party)&lt;br /&gt;- Been driving &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; nuts as I've become absolutely obsessed with the Presidential Election. I was obsessed before Palin entered the picture, now I'm just fired up. And not in a good way. I'd love to see a woman vice president or president some day, but she is not the candidate for me. I am a CNN, MSNBC.com, Chicago Tribune and NY Times groupie &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Horrors, I'm reading stuff from that liberal media.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I could go on and on but won't . . .instead I leave you with this. I mean, does the McCain campaign really think people are that stupid? Wait, I've seen the comments on Foxnews.com. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Click pause on my music playlist on the left to hear video.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IH0xzsogzAk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-1322600234704791594?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1322600234704791594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=1322600234704791594' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1322600234704791594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1322600234704791594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-9185856003169942525</id><published>2008-09-01T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:47:33.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report: Nike + Human Race</title><content type='html'>The Nike + Human Race (10k) was in Chicago last night, here's a quick recap because I have something bigger weighing on my mind . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots and lots and lots of people in the red Nike + shirts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14,000 people and 17 porta potties. Seriously, I counted. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14,000 people makes baggage check a bitch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14,000 people and having to pee while waiting in line to check bags is a bitch and a half. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I have no idea what that means, I think I just made it up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liked starting off at Soldier Field, a Chicago landmark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Despite this race being half the size of Chicago's &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/race-report-shamrock-shuffle.html"&gt;Shamrock Shuffle&lt;/a&gt;, it felt like it was twice the size when we were squeezed in the corrals like sardines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/runners-dinner-or-youre-training-like.html"&gt;Chipper Kim &lt;/a&gt;had three beers and some garlic pretzel cracker combo. Chipper Kim, my nutrition idol, I expected better from you. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ankle (same ankle as last year's stress fracture) started bothering me about 0.01 miles into the race. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My feet started bothering me (yeah, plantar fasciitis in both feet now) about 0.05 miles into the race.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.chicago2016.org/why-chicago/Pages/YouArePartofIt.aspx"&gt;Chicago 2016 &lt;/a&gt;crew cheering before the first (and only) incline was fantastic, very motivating when runners needed it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Struggled to get through 6.2 miles with ankles and feet issues. Ran/walked the whole thing. I'm sure I pulled the Chicago average time down. (But hey, Chicago's average was &lt;a href="http://nikeplus.nike.com/nikeplus/humanrace/map.jsp"&gt;better than New York and L.A.!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running on Chicago's lakefront with the Chicago skyline in view was a very pretty sight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caught a few songs from Fall Out Boy after the finish before I decided to head home, take as shower, ice my feet and have some wine. (I decided to do that, but in reality, I headed home, picked up some Taco Bell, took a shower and had some Gatorade.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's been weighing on my mind? Too much to get into right now, will update soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy running!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-9185856003169942525?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/9185856003169942525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=9185856003169942525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/9185856003169942525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/9185856003169942525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-second-first-almost-marathon.html' title='Race Report: Nike + Human Race'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3968134885572831863</id><published>2008-08-19T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:57:35.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My parents didn&apos;t name me Grace'/><title type='text'>Yep, That's Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Klutz (kluhts) - noun Slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. a clumsy, awkward person.&lt;br /&gt;2. a stupid or foolish person; blockhead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Jenn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set the scene for you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This is slightly running related, I promise.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work meeting in NY this morning with people I am meeting for first time, so good impression is important. Because I want to be punctual and not risk any delays I take an earlier flight &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(even if it means getting up at 3:30 a.m.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No flight issues and I have some time to kill after I arrive in NY so I park myself at a Starbucks across the street from the building and take time to go over my meeting materials. Starbucks' bathroom is out of order so I leave a few minutes early to use the restroom in the building where my meeting is taking place. I'm feeling pretty good at this point. I'm punctual, I'm prepared, I'm dressed nicely, I'm confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The following passage is likely to contain some cursing, so if you think you might be offended, you may want to visit another blog.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the door to exit Starbucks, my leg moves forward and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPLAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the klutz that I am, I do not notice the huge stoop down to the sidewalk and completely miss it and am now sprawled on the ground in front of Starbucks on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought is Oh. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slammed down on my knees and did a weird twisty motion with my feet so in &lt;em&gt;the first two seconds&lt;/em&gt; I am worried about any potential knee, feet, ankle injuries that could potentially impact my marathon training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;em&gt;next two seconds&lt;/em&gt; I become incredibly embarrassed because here I am, sprawled out in front of a busy Starbucks on Broadway and something, not sure, but suffice to say it is a busy corner in Manhatten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;em&gt;next two seconds&lt;/em&gt; I realize the truly dreadful consequence of my klutziness. Here I am about 22 minutes before my important work meeting and I've ripped my pants in the knee (pretty bad, no way to hide it) and I'm sitting in some Godknowswhatisonthecement puddle. Is it spilled coffee, is it pee, what the hell is this sticky gross goop that is now on my butt and suit jacket?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. F.U.C.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very panicked and flustered and trying to hold back tears at this point because even though my meeting is now in about 19 minutes and I cannot possibly show up like this I'm supposed to be a calm, cool, collected, professionial media relations executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run/limp the next block hoping to find something, a mall, a Macys, a vendor selling an "I heart NY" shirt, SOMETHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my faith in all that is good was restored. All at once the clouds parted, the sun shone down, the angels sang and there it was. Ann Taylor Loft. And it was open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Up3TIPoVh-M&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so happy if I was pregnant I would be naming my child "Ann Taylor."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've also never shopped so fast in my life. I grabbed some pants and a suit jacket off the rack, tried them on, ripped off the tags and told the salesperson, I'll be wearing these out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I paid, threw out the clothes I left Chicago in and was twirling around in a circle asking the salesperson, "Did I miss any tags? Did I?" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think she was frightened by me, she probably thought I was a fugitive.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am shocked that I made the meeting on time, with a couple minutes to spare, and that was even after I stopped in a restroom to make sure I didn't have bloody scrapes visible anywhere. Meeting went well too, although throughout the meeting I kept wondering if a clothing tag was going to pop out of somewhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My foot and knee is pretty sore, I think I'm going to have some nasty bruises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So am I a runner now if my first thought was about my feet/knees/ankles and not about my ripped pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3968134885572831863?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3968134885572831863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3968134885572831863' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3968134885572831863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3968134885572831863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/08/yep-thats-me.html' title='Yep, That&apos;s Me'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-538973399342994349</id><published>2008-08-17T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:51:11.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;*$# Blogger</title><content type='html'>Blogger and I are not cooperating with each other, so if you're interested in reading my Chicago Distance Classic Race Report please scroll down to the post &lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt; "Half Highlights and Lowlights" (both say posted on Sunday Aug 10).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-538973399342994349?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/538973399342994349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=538973399342994349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/538973399342994349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/538973399342994349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogger.html' title='&amp;*$# Blogger'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2547401981736675034</id><published>2008-08-10T21:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:09:07.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Highlights and Lowlights</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://lisasepiphany.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://onceagainforthefirsttime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://eattamarasdust.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tamara&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tgorourke.wordpress.com/"&gt;Terri&lt;/a&gt; for the good wishes for my Half Marathon. Will post a full race report, likely tomorrow, but really tired, so for now I leave you with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;- I finished.&lt;br /&gt;- I did not come in last.&lt;br /&gt;- The weather was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;- The Race was extremely well-organized.&lt;br /&gt;- The volunteers were fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;- No new injuries.&lt;br /&gt;- My kids greeted me at home with two homemade medals, which I treasure more than any P.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights:&lt;br /&gt;- While I didn't think it was remotely possible to achieve a worse time than 2007's Half Marathon, I came pretty damn close.&lt;br /&gt;- Tummy issues turned my Half into Porta Potty Tour 2008.&lt;br /&gt;- While the plan was to be fully rested, I started the Half with about 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2547401981736675034?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2547401981736675034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2547401981736675034' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2547401981736675034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2547401981736675034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/08/half-highlights-and-lowlights.html' title='Half Highlights and Lowlights'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-4133711266779626044</id><published>2008-08-10T21:08:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:09:59.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13.1 with several pit stops'/><title type='text'>Race Report: Chicago Distance Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Get comfy, because this may turn out to be a long one . . .or maybe not, I'm pretty tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Before Race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike went to a concert downtown but because I lost my house key at some point during the day, I had his key, meaning he would have to call me so I could let him in the house. By the time I got the kids to bed, got all my stuff together and watched Michael Phelps' race, it was 10:30, meaning at best I had 5 hours of sleep. I kept waking up knowing Mike would call, and then would have a hard time falling asleep, so only slept continuously from about 1:15 - 3:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson Learned #1: Get more sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre-Race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm goes off at 3:30 a.m. and I curse myself for signing myself for this effin' running nonsense. &lt;em&gt;(I don't know about you, but I am generally cranky when I have to get up at 3:30 a.m., so yes, it was in my state of mind, effin' nonense.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower, get dressed, double check that I have the &lt;a href="http://www.chronotrack.com/pdf/D_Tag_Instructions.pdf"&gt;disposable timing chip &lt;/a&gt;and go. In the car, I drink sugar-free Red Bull, G2 and eat peanut butter on 2 slices of toast and a Special K protein bar. Leave around 4:20 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic is a breeze and driving into the city, I see the &lt;a href="http://www.friedmanarchives.com/Chicago/pages/Chicago%20skyline%20at%20night%201%208x10%20300%20dpi.htm"&gt;Chicago skyline at night &lt;/a&gt;for the first time in a long while. Ah, pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park and head over to the Race site to meet my cousin Kim, or as she is now known, &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/runners-dinner-or-youre-training-like.html"&gt;Chipper Kim&lt;/a&gt;. At 5:15 a.m., my sister Jeanine, who is training for the Marathon with us but not signed up for the Half, calls. Amazed when I see the caller ID, I ask why she is up already. "Already? I haven't gone to sleep yet." (She's not a party girl, worked all night on a presentation she will be giving at a conference next week.) She wishes me good luck. Overall, I am feeling pretty good physically and mentally, despite the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visit the Porta Potty; tummy a little upset, I think it is just a bit of nerves. Meet up with Chipper Kim, despite it still being dark out and leaving my glasses in the car. Check in at &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;JServSessionIdr011=kytomuzfe2.app313b"&gt;American Cancer Society&lt;/a&gt; tent, and Kim and I get organized with headphones, headband, water bottles, Shot Bloks, etc. and head toward the Start. It's really starting to fill up with people (I think I heard there were 14,000 runners) by now, and before I realized it, the sun is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start of Race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Chicago Distance Classic employs a wave start, which the novice runner in me wasn't quite sure what that meant. It worked out well though and what I liked about it was that there were several "starts" . . . a start for each wave. So even though I was with the last wave (I started between the 11.5 minute/mile and the 12.5 minute/mile pacers) we still were up front for the "Runners Take Your Marks" and the horn. Kinda cool because as a back-of-the-pack runner I don't usually hear the start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miles 1 - 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling pretty good as we start but know that I'm going too fast (for me) and try to slow it down. As much as I hate to admit enjoying another one of my &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt;'s bands, I start out with Spock's Beard's "Devil's Got My Throat" on the iPod. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(For the life of me I cannot find a video or audio clip to link to, so if you want to hear it, it's on my playlist down on the left. It is a good song for running.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first bit of incline is near &lt;a href="http://www.mccormickplace.com/about_us/Gallery_01.html#"&gt;McCormick Place &lt;/a&gt;and I remember &lt;a href="http://tgorourke.wordpress.com/"&gt;Terri's &lt;/a&gt;post about imagining a balloon tied to my wrist and saying "floating, floating, floating" over and over. It helps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we come up to the first aid station, I kindasortamaybe feel like I might have to go to the bathroom but feel like it's just nerves and I'll be ok so I run past it. A mile later I'm wishing I didn't pass it up because I really need a porta potty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miles 4 - 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, I run these miles (and walk some too because my tummy hurts) as simply miles between porta potties. The lines are long but the volunteers are so nice because they are bringing water and Gatorade to us as we wait in line. I realize I am eating up A LOT of time waiting in lines for the porta potties and using the porta potties. Great, I think, my entire race report is going to be about porta potties. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we're talking about porta potties, can I just say how very odd and strange it is to be um, sitting in a porta potty on Lake Shore Drive? You see, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Shore_Drive"&gt;Lake Shore Drive &lt;/a&gt;(LSD) is a very, very, very busy street/expressway in Chicago. &lt;a href="http://onceagainforthefirsttime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://princesskaikai.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; know what I mean. Runners had the two right lanes of Lake Shore Drive but the left lane was open to traffic. So I'm in a porta potty basically two lanes away from traffic. Hearing the close roar of traffic and feeling the porta potty shake slightly was a little disconcerting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson Learned #2 - Figure out what upsets tummy and avoid it before race.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miles 7 - 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so glad to be at the halfway point (which we find out later was slightly more than halfway due to a course certification error) and calculating the time, I realize I am moving a lot slower than planned. I'm running/walking a lot because of my tummy issues (and of course, visiting the porta potties) I'm also repeating the Spock's Beard song and Carolina Liar's "I'm Not Over" (a recommendation from &lt;a href="http://www.girl-in-motion.com/"&gt;Flo&lt;/a&gt;) a lot because I'm finding it hard to focus. Is it because of tummy issues or is it because I'm getting flustered because even the really slow runners are passing me up? Not sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson Learned #3 - Learn to forget about the other runners. I'm not trying to beat them, just trying to finish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miles 9 - 13.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My feet hurt. Really hurt. I find myself looking on the ground hoping to come across a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Machete"&gt;machete&lt;/a&gt; on the ground so I can chop my feet off at my ankles. While I know this violent image wasn't the time of visualization technique Terri had in mind, it (in a creepy way) still works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still running/walking. Still visiting porta potties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my way to the finish with (imagined) painless stumps instead OMGithurts feet, I do take time to admire the Chicago skyline and the lakefront because it is a beautiful day for a run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I finish (an embarrassingly slow time but I take solace that there were still 400 or so people behind me) and meet up with Chipper Kim, who was waiting around for 45 minutes, maybe longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson Learned #4 - Having family and friends on the course really helps me mentally and breaks up the miles. (Family, friends, don't worry about getting me a birthday gift in October, just come down to the Marathon. It will help me A LOT!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of embarrassed, I haven't run since the Half. A whole week. Not sure what my problem is really. It started off with a couple days rest and turned into a whole week. I just haven't looked forward to running (not good with the Marathon is less than two months away.) I was more "in the grove" and motivated last year . . .you'd think I'd be more motivated now after getting a taste of the Marathon last year. Not sure if this will make any sense but I think that because I do have a better sense of what's in front of me with the Marathon, I'm more terrified than last year and in a way, overwhelmed I guess. So instead of training like a madwoman I'm avoiding it? Not sure if that's what Freud would say. In any case, I'm going to try to change that tonight and get back on the treadmill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also signed up for the other &lt;a href="http://www.chicagohalfmarathon.com/"&gt;Chicago Half Marathon &lt;/a&gt;(in September.) I really need to practice focusing while there are other runners around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagomarathon.com/cms400min/chicago_marathon/"&gt;55 days and counting . &lt;/a&gt;. .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-4133711266779626044?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4133711266779626044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=4133711266779626044' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4133711266779626044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4133711266779626044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/08/race-report-chicago-distance-classic.html' title='Race Report: Chicago Distance Classic'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5278143769482886046</id><published>2008-08-09T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:44:58.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L temps for Half'/><title type='text'>Thank You Tommy Skilling</title><content type='html'>I think the weather gods are trying to make up for the inferno that was Chicago Marathon '07.  Here's the forecast for tomorrow's &lt;a href="http://www.chicagodistanceclassic.com/"&gt;Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt; from Chicago weather god Tom Skilling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;76 57&lt;br /&gt;Mainly sunny, breezy and cooler. High temperatures range from the lower-70s along the lakeshore to the upper-70s well inland. Light north-to-northeast winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm is going off at 3:30 a.m to get ready and get downtown in corral in plenty of time for 6:30 a.m. start. &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/5406334024077861125-5278143769482886046?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5278143769482886046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5278143769482886046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5278143769482886046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5278143769482886046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you-tommy-skilling.html' title='Thank You Tommy Skilling'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8070622243344480188</id><published>2008-08-04T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:07:25.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling Mary Shelley'/><title type='text'>Ow</title><content type='html'>Walked around the office today like Frankenstein as a result of Sunday's 10 miler.   Everyone in my department knows that 1) I ran 10 miles on Sunday 2) I got up earlier than dawn to do it and 3) I hurt.  They know this because I talked/complained about it all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm like this at 10 miles, wonder what I'm going to feel like after the Half on Sunday.  Or the Marathon in October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8070622243344480188?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8070622243344480188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8070622243344480188' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8070622243344480188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8070622243344480188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/08/ow.html' title='Ow'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-4461178258181721808</id><published>2008-08-03T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:39:22.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All I want to do right now is take a nap'/><title type='text'>10 Miles - Check!</title><content type='html'>Got up as planned and finished 10 miles before 6:30 a.m. this morning.  Okay, more like 6:40 a.m. . . .Mike was pacing in the driveway waiting for me to get home so he could get to work on time.  (A little tummy issue with the Cliff Bar made me a little late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more later, but gotta clean up the house because my mother-in-law will be coming back here with Mike after he gets off of work.  She already knows I'm domestically-challenged (She is already well aware that I don't/can't cook and my son asking her what her ironing board was just sealed my fate.) so I don't want to look like I can't keep the house clean either (I can't, but we're just talking about impressions here.  If she ever needs a press release though, I can write that like nobody's business. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-4461178258181721808?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4461178258181721808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=4461178258181721808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4461178258181721808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4461178258181721808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-miles-check.html' title='10 Miles - Check!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-690755752152579992</id><published>2008-08-02T20:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:49:38.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yawn.  I gotta get to bed.'/><title type='text'>Pepper Spray, Check!</title><content type='html'>Preparing for my long run of 10 miles on Sunday morning. Will be my earliest run ever (and my longest run this training season) as I have to get the miles in &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; Mike leaves for work at 6:30. In the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really need to do it outside so I'm better prepared for next week's &lt;a href="http://www.chicagodistanceclassic.com/"&gt;half marathon&lt;/a&gt;, plus this way I beat some of the humidity. Have things going on in afternoon, so running at dusk isn't an option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . . .&lt;br /&gt;- New songs on iPod - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Balega socks - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- CARA reflective running tank - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Favorite sports bra washed - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Shoes - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Pepper spray - Check!&lt;br /&gt;(It will be dark out when I start out, no one tell my parents. Yes, I know I'm 37 years old. Really, no one tell my parents.)&lt;br /&gt;- Sports beans/Clif bar - Check!&lt;br /&gt;(This will be a test to see how my tummy gets along)&lt;br /&gt;- Headphones - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Amphipod armband for iPod - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Cell phone - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Runners' ID - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Amphipod belt - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Gatorade - Check!&lt;br /&gt;- Protein Water - Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't attack myself in the face with the &lt;a href="http://www.ladiesonlysports.com/pepsprayrun.html"&gt;pepper spray&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-690755752152579992?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/690755752152579992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=690755752152579992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/690755752152579992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/690755752152579992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/08/pepper-spray-check.html' title='Pepper Spray, Check!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8368151872733834030</id><published>2008-07-29T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:33:28.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More Salsa Please'/><title type='text'>Runners' Dinner (or You're Training Like An A#%Hole)</title><content type='html'>Went to dinner with my sister Jeanine, cousin Kim (Chipper Kim for those of you who've read &lt;a href="http://www.nonrunnersmarathontraining.com/The_Book.html"&gt;Dawn Dais' The NonRunners' Guide to Marathon Training for Women&lt;/a&gt;) and my cousins' cousin Lauren. (Let's just call her a cousin.) Jeanine, Kim and Lauren are training for Chicago '08 . . .we all participated in (and were pulled away from) the debacle that was Chicago '07. Jeanine's boyfriend Sunil joined us too . . .he isn't training for the Marathon (and therefore the sanest of the dinner bunch) but has done some other races with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see everyone and I thoroughly enjoyed &lt;a href="http://www.angelschicago.com/"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe it was because I love Mexican, maybe it was because the food was good, maybe it was because I didn't have to pick up crayons off the floor, get up to take someone to the bathroom right when the food arrived (twice) or repeatedly answer "Mommy, when is our food cominnnnnnnnnnnng?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my camera so alas I cannot share a photo of the Marathoners-to-be or photos of our food like &lt;a href="http://princesskaikai.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; does so well. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kai, next time you're in Wicker Park maybe you can visit and post photos on your blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while eating my ranchero beef tacos with corn shells served on a hot cast iron skillet, it became very clear that despite the best intentions, Jeanine and I have been&lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2007/12/beginning-of-blog.html"&gt; training like a#$holes&lt;/a&gt;. Chipper Kim and Lauren have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Kim, you know I love ya, but I'm sorry, when you run 7/8 miles with your group and then come home and run 3 more . . . AND text me about it, you are Chipper Kim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protein powders, deep tissue massages, trainers, therapists, magnesium supplements . . .Chipper Kim and Lauren are doing it right. They're training right, they're stretching right, they're eating right. Jeanine and I are not (although Jeanine was quick to point out that I'm the worst at nutrition, she's only the second worst. She may be right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipper Kim: ". . . so I take a protein powder and I notice a real difference . . .Jenn, what did you eat for your recovery meal after your eight mile?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Recovery meal? (gulp) Oh! You know they have these mini ice cream Milky Ways now? They're only 90 calories! I had two. Oh, and potato chips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipper Kim: Are you taking your glucosimine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. I am. (Silently to myself, Did I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I've been slowly realizing and avoided admitting to myself came to full blown acceptance Sunday night. I've been training like an a#$hole. I'm working to improve that though, and asked Kim to type out everything that she's doing and email it to me so I can copy it exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and humid in Chicagoland this week, so running tonight, Wednesday and Friday night on treadmill, getting up earlier than early on Sunday to run my long run of 10 before Mike has to leave for work at 6:30 a.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8368151872733834030?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8368151872733834030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8368151872733834030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8368151872733834030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8368151872733834030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/runners-dinner-or-youre-training-like.html' title='Runners&apos; Dinner (or You&apos;re Training Like An A#%Hole)'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-313163051508538385</id><published>2008-07-27T14:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:24:31.492-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play That Funky Music iPod'/><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>Got out of bed at 5:30 a.m. on Saturday (I know, miracle of all miracles) and after some peanut butter on toast, headed out to do eight miles.   Muggier than I would have liked, but was pretty pleased with myself for being out early in the morning.   Noticed early on in the run that my legs felt a lot better than usual, probably because I've been running later in the afternoon and evening after a day of activity, I forgot what rested legs felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was moving along pretty well and was getting into a groove around mile 3 when I skipped past a few songs on the iPod and heard. . .nothing.   Horror of all horrors. Fiddled with the headphones and could still hear the Nike + lady "Pausing Workout" so knew headphones were okay . . . was trying to go back and forth on playlist to see if that would help and inadvertently ended my workout (Dammit!  I really like hearing "956 Calories" at the end of the run.)   Tried to reset it, turn it off/on, the thing was locked up.   Kept running with the headphones on thinking that maybe it would unlock itself and suddenly I would hear Fall Out Boy in my ears.  Nothing.  Except my breathing for five torturous miles.   It's not a pretty sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the eight miles but not really a satisfying run.   Did more run/walk than I planned because mentally the sound of my breathing was messing up my focus.   I had a hard time relaxing into the run.  So instead I just made repeated deals with myself.  "Just run until the fire hydrant.  Ok, now you can walk until Fruitful Yield entrance.  Ok, now run until you reach the funeral home entrance.   Ok, lie down and die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't worried about the Marathon.  Really worried. I'm only one week behind my training at this point last year,  but much more worried about it.  I need to get in check mentally or I'm going to be toast by mile 10 at the Marathon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to the "Runners' Dinner" tonight.   My sister and three cousins - - all training for Chicago '08 - - get together to eat, drink and talk about running/training.  Expect that will help my motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-313163051508538385?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/313163051508538385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=313163051508538385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/313163051508538385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/313163051508538385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8284497137529391093</id><published>2008-07-20T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:03:06.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaming of &quot;Thin&quot;'/><title type='text'>Calories Schmalories</title><content type='html'>Browsing blogs tonight as I wait for my daughter to fall asleep (&lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-going-to-run-tonight.html"&gt;again, please don't judge&lt;/a&gt;) and came across a comment on &lt;a href="http://www.runnersusan.com/"&gt;Runner Susan's &lt;/a&gt;blog about &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyplate.com/"&gt;The Daily Plate&lt;/a&gt;. It's basically a calorie counter; that's what I need because I'm still stuck gaining and losing - - and gaining again - - the same five pounds. Running should help, but not when I run five miles and eat like I've run 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of running, I have been - - 3 miles on Tuesday, 5 miles on Saturday and 8 miles tonight (as soon as my daughter falls asleep). Not hitting 4 runs this week, but still getting the long run in (even if it is on the treadmill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead and joined The Daily Plate; it's free and worth a try.  Heck, if it works I might even be able to cancel that Weight Watchers Online membership I haven't been using.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8284497137529391093?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8284497137529391093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8284497137529391093' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8284497137529391093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8284497137529391093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/calories-schmalories.html' title='Calories Schmalories'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-4088014330464155837</id><published>2008-07-14T20:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:13:58.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why can&apos;t I have that problem?'/><title type='text'>Ice, Ice, Baby</title><content type='html'>Went to the doctor today.  I officially have Plantar Faciitis.  &lt;em&gt;Seriously, how do you spell this thing?! &lt;/em&gt; Plantar Fasciitis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?"  Doctor asks as he walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I have plantar fasciitis."  (I practiced how to say it before he came in so I wouldn't sound like an idiot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I one hundred percent agree with your diagnosis."  (Ok, that was easy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No heel spurs on the X-ray.  I need to ice, ice, ice and stretch, stretch, stretch and continue wearing the Strassburg Sock.  But I can keep training as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physician's assistant showing me the stretches mentioned that she participated in Chicago '07 too.  I asked if she was going to run it again this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't because I lose &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much weight running.  I eat like a horse, but can't keep weight on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so sorry.   Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, maybe that's a little harsh but if you read the previous post you probably surmised I'm a little cranky this week.  Ok, a lot cranky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to confirm that via comment section, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.everythingsun.blogspot.com"&gt;Mike.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to running on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pause my playlist on the left to hear video sound)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3KRdNpm85c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3KRdNpm85c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-4088014330464155837?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4088014330464155837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=4088014330464155837' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4088014330464155837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4088014330464155837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice, Ice, Baby'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8304431800962069604</id><published>2008-07-13T10:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:27:21.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><title type='text'>Dreaded Realization (or Oh S#*t)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been debating whether or not to post this dreaded realization as it is personal in nature, but since it will impact my &lt;a href="http://www.chicagomarathon.com/cms400min/chicago_marathon/"&gt;Marathon Day&lt;/a&gt; in a big way and I've already told the blogosphere that &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-six-things-about-me.html"&gt;I got hit in the head with a bowling ball in high school&lt;/a&gt;, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning before you read any further:&lt;/strong&gt; Male readers, especially co-workers, former co-workers, friends, family members, including brothers-in-law, cousins and dear God . . .my Dad, please leave and go read another blog. I recommend several blogs on the list down on the left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, you can keep reading because you already know the good, bad and the ugly and still stick around. You already know this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Male readers who have ever had the guts to stand in line (alone) to purchase feminine products for their wife or significant other have a special pass to continue reading. (Mike has done this several times over the course of the last 19 years and that is one of the many reasons he is a good husband.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Given that last comment you probably know where this is going. Yes, that's right. If current biorhythm stays the same, I will have &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; on Marathon Day. In fact, I will likely &lt;strong&gt;GET IT&lt;/strong&gt; on Marathon Day. &lt;strong&gt;GETTING IT&lt;/strong&gt; on Marathon Day is worse (at least for me) than simply having &lt;strong&gt;IT &lt;/strong&gt;on Marathon Day. This is what I get for begging God for me not to get &lt;strong&gt;IT &lt;/strong&gt;on my honeymoon 13 years ago.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; what I think &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; is you say? Yes, that time of the month, Eve's curse, Aunt Flow visit, Monthly Curse, whatever you prefer to call &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;, all signs point to me having &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; on Marathon Day. &lt;em&gt;(Important: I appreciate comments, but really don't need to read comments about your favorite slang terms for IT, thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lovely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8304431800962069604?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8304431800962069604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8304431800962069604' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8304431800962069604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8304431800962069604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreaded-realization-or-oh-st.html' title='Dreaded Realization (or Oh S#*t)'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3937613332723923459</id><published>2008-07-08T21:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:05:31.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design Challenge'/><title type='text'>Calling Nate Berkus . . .</title><content type='html'>What do you do with your race bibs? &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; and I have been acccumulting race bibs from our various 5ks, 8ks and my road to Chicago' 07, and between the two of us, we have a good amount. We've been keeping them in a file folder until we figure out what to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're redoing the office (yes, Mike, really we are) and figured that's the best place for them. So what do we do with them? Display them like a wallpaper border? Frame them in a poster-size frame? Give them to the puppy to chew instead of our shoes . . .and toilet paper . . .and the last roll of paper towels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did run the 7 miles the sushi/ice cream night.   On the treadmill.  Let's just say I'm never running that far on the treadmill again if I can help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3937613332723923459?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3937613332723923459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3937613332723923459' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3937613332723923459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3937613332723923459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/calling-nate-berkus.html' title='Calling Nate Berkus . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-1286679085541967148</id><published>2008-07-06T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:33:03.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Would Freud Say?'/><title type='text'>Sabotage</title><content type='html'>Why do I sabotage myself? No really, I'm asking, why? Consider the facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Marathon is less than 100 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've known for awhile that I'm scheduled to run seven miles today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Note: Mike worked today starting at 6 a.m. so unless I wanted to leave a 6 year old in charge, morning run wasn't in the cards for me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been drinking sugar-free Red Bull (not water) pretty much all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wore the crappiest, no support shoes today, despite my PF issues.&lt;br /&gt;(In my defense, I did insert arch supports.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Even with a long run on the agenda for tonight, I had sushi for dinner. Sushi. With a lot of soy sauce that is making me extra thirsty. Oh, did I mention that I had the Tornado Sunrise? Yes, it's very spicy. And it feels like a tornado in my stomach right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yelling at myself via this blogpost won't do much for the mental stability needed for seven miles. On the freakin' treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After sushi, I had ice cream. Chocolate chip cookie dough. Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. It was the tiny three ounce version, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't do one bit of laundry this weekend so the only running shorts I have clean are the ones I wore for Chicago '07. Yeah, they don't fit so well right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No clean laundry means a snowball chance in hell of finding a matching pair of clean running socks in the massive Pile-O-Socks. I came close to wearing my son's Spiderman socks before I got lucky and found a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm drinking water like I'm cramming for a college exam right now and working to psych myself up for the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1N29vkIT3eo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-1286679085541967148?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1286679085541967148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=1286679085541967148' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1286679085541967148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1286679085541967148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/sabotage.html' title='Sabotage'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-1378082649006449249</id><published>2008-07-05T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:39:20.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much To Report . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . Other than I ran a sucky run yesterday.  Planned to run three and barely made it through two.  Not a run that produces a confident Marathon runner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using the oh so sexy Strassburg Sock for my plantar fasciitis (I still don't know if I'm spelling that right; too lazy right now to google it) and think I might have to spring for another one because the arch in my left foot is bothering me now too.   I have a doctor appointment on July 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still debating if I'm going to hop on the treadmill tonight or not.  Scheduled for 7 miles tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, Mike and I took the kids to the zoo for a couple hours when he got home from work.   I used the Nike + just because I was curious to see how far we'd walk.   Guesses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-1378082649006449249?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1378082649006449249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=1378082649006449249' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1378082649006449249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1378082649006449249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-much-to-report.html' title='Not Much To Report . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-4211966011802874340</id><published>2008-07-03T11:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:42:04.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a Klutz'/><title type='text'>Tagged: Six Things About Me</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.gibtownrunner.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; so I'm going to take a break from cleaning my office (What? It's the day before the holiday.) Here are six things about me. I may regret sharing some of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My left pinkie toe is a "double toe." Picture two pinkie toes together in one toe. And, it's webbed to my fourth toe. My dad tells the story that right after I was born, the doctors said they would whisk me into surgery to correct the toe. My parents said, it's okay, she'll live with it. Maybe she'll become a great swimmer. I did not live up to that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate popcorn. Love the smell, hate the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've never been out of the U.S. It's not that I don't want to leave the country; opportunity just hasn't presented itself. Would love to go to Europe. And Japan. And Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a fear of going down escalators. I go down, but I have to pause at the top and get my bearings for a couple of seconds. This ticks people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Senior year of high school. First date. We went candlelight bowling (Only my husband, my sister and my friend Suzanne know where this is going.) In candlelight bowling you do things like holding hands while you let the ball go, or hop on one foot. In this particular instance, I had to get on the floor on my hands and knees, facing &lt;em&gt;opposite&lt;/em&gt; the lane. First date boyfriend had to sit on my back, facing the lane. (It sounds bad but it really wasn't so get your head out of the gutter.) For some inexplicable reason, when first date boyfriend's arm came back with the bowling ball, I turned my head. CLUNK. Emergency room, minor concussion, black eye and a golf size bump on my forehead. Two weeks before prom. The bump still appears from time to time. First date boyfriend was last date boyfriend. (His choice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fast forward to college. First date with new guy. Guy I was friends with and had a crush on for a very long time. We were walking from the dorm to a restaurant and I fell flat on my face. Talking, walking, then BAM. Very embarrassed as I was trying to make a good impression. Guy was very helpful and sweet about it, didn't laugh. Fast forward 13 married years and two kids later, guy (Mike) and I are very much together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I sound like a real klutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to tag 6 people: &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://onceagainforthefirsttime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lisasepiphany.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://princesskaikai.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://runningmybuttoff.blogspot.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://eattamarasdust.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tamara&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;- Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;- Write six random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- Tag six people at the end of your post.&lt;br /&gt;- Let each person know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;- Let the tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-4211966011802874340?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4211966011802874340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=4211966011802874340' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4211966011802874340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4211966011802874340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-six-things-about-me.html' title='Tagged: Six Things About Me'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8211852884155520374</id><published>2008-07-02T20:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:03:35.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate Spencer Pratt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want to work for Amphipod'/><title type='text'>I Heart Shopping</title><content type='html'>I stopped at one of my local running stores after work today to pick up &lt;a href="http://www.thesock.com/"&gt;The Strassburg Sock &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(very sexy, no?)&lt;/span&gt; in an attempt to improve my plantar fasciitis. One hundred and three dollars later, I walked out of the store, downright giddy with my new purchases. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think it was the great philosopher &lt;a href="http://runningoffatthemind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Razzdoodle&lt;/a&gt; who once said "In theory running is cheap. In theory, communism is a great idea, too.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other purchases included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New tube of &lt;strong&gt;Body Glide&lt;/strong&gt;, because isn't it so annoying when it's near the end and breaks off during application? (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully only runners/people who know what Body Glide are reading this because that might sound bad out of context.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first &lt;strong&gt;Chicago Marathon 2008 Training Shirt&lt;/strong&gt;. It's pretty cool actually. Nike tech shirt, shows a girl running on the front by a skyline (not discernable as Chicago's skyline however) and it says "What Happens on the Lakefront Stays on the Lakefront. Marathon Training 2008." Back of shirt says "RUN CHI 10.12.08." I am very excited about it as I haven't seen any Chicago 08 shirts yet. Of course when I got home &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; pointed out that I'm really not training on the Lakefront (My training is pretty much down Golf Road in the NW suburbs). Whatever. (Note to &lt;a href="http://www.virtualrunclub.com/"&gt;VRC &lt;/a&gt;members: I'm trying to convince Mike to join . . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I let out an audible "What's this?!" though when I spied the &lt;a href="http://www.amphipod.com/250/250.html"&gt;Amphipod ArmPod&lt;/a&gt;. I love the Amphipod Handheld so I was thrilled to see this (Do I love it as much as &lt;a href="http://illrunfordonuts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Topher&lt;/a&gt; loves his fake Crocs? Still to be seen.) I hate the Armband (don't know offhand who makes it) I have now. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. Probably as much as I hate that weasel Spencer and his fake Barbie doll on that stupid MTV show. I don't watch the show but I can't seem to escape this "we're going to stop world hunger" couple. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8211852884155520374?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8211852884155520374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8211852884155520374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8211852884155520374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8211852884155520374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-heart-shopping.html' title='I Heart Shopping'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-7176148246235132799</id><published>2008-07-01T20:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:01:13.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Run or Not to Run</title><content type='html'>That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm in week three of Marathon Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Run:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really lazy and tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not going to lose weight sitting on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Run:&lt;/strong&gt; The house is a pigsty. I could clean instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run:&lt;/strong&gt; I will catch hell from the &lt;a href="http://www.virtualrunclub.com/"&gt;Virtual Run Club &lt;/a&gt;if I don't make my 4 runs this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Run:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm pretty certain I have &lt;a href="http://www.plantar-fasciitis.org/"&gt;plantar faciitis&lt;/a&gt;. (That doesn't look right, but I'm too lazy to check spelling right now.) I should rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run:&lt;/strong&gt; I will probably feel less lazy after I run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Run:&lt;/strong&gt; It looks like something blew up in the laundry room. I should organize and fold laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run:&lt;/strong&gt; About the only thing clean laundry-wise are my running clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Run:&lt;/strong&gt; Didn't Shakespeare say something about sleep in his Hamlet soliloquoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe it was death by sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Run:&lt;/strong&gt; I could run in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run:&lt;/strong&gt; Who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Run:&lt;/strong&gt; Blogging takes a lot of time you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run:&lt;/strong&gt; I will really catch hell in the &lt;a href="http://www.virtualrunclub.com/"&gt;VRC&lt;/a&gt;. Especially after I called &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gibtownrunner.com"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; a geek for all the Battlestar Galactica talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-7176148246235132799?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7176148246235132799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=7176148246235132799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7176148246235132799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7176148246235132799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-run-or-not-to-run.html' title='To Run or Not to Run'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3431851967815096870</id><published>2008-06-30T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:26:28.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crappy Run Was Something Like This . . .</title><content type='html'>I know this clip has been around for awhile, but I still like it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You'll have to pause my playlist on the left so you can hear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmOOAgNfE5U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmOOAgNfE5U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3431851967815096870?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3431851967815096870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3431851967815096870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3431851967815096870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3431851967815096870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-crappy-run-was-something-like-this.html' title='My Crappy Run Was Something Like This . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2637388895676543144</id><published>2008-06-29T19:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:26:50.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Run Today</title><content type='html'>Ran six miles today, 3 miles in the rain.  (Why does it always rain when I run down Roselle Road?)   Longest distance I've run this year, so I expect to be sore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to stop and pee twice, once in Caribou Coffee, once in McDonald's.  Not sure what is up with that.    When I came out of McDonald's I hit "end" instead of "unpause" on the Nike +.  Very frustrating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replayed Queensryche's "Spreading the Disease" about 5 times once I was in a good grove.  Good song for running, lyrics not for the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oUAekdWSO4&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oUAekdWSO4&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2637388895676543144?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2637388895676543144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2637388895676543144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2637388895676543144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2637388895676543144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-run-today.html' title='Better Run Today'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6256508018902261157</id><published>2008-06-28T21:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:06:00.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Crapola of a Run (aka Wee Little 5k Race Report)</title><content type='html'>This isn't going to be a long race report because I don't want to dwell on it, but I had a crappy run today. I wasn't pelted with hail like &lt;a href="http://www.gibtownrunner.com/2008/06/i-wanted-to-do-long-run-but-mother.html"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, but it was a crappy run nonetheless. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arches in both feet start bothering me at .26 mile point. I'm not even out of my subdivision yet and both feet hurt? What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Windy day in the Windy City. So much so that my hair keeps blowing out of my ponytail and it's bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My pace and breathing is all over the place. I have no focus whatsoever. I hate the first mile so much that I wonder how on earth am I going to do 26.2? Hell, how am I going to do 6 miles tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My knee hurts. My mom had knee replacement surgery on Wednesday so I'm thinking this is mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I realize that even though I had complete control of the course route for this Virtual 5k, I picked a street with absolutely no shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Halfway point. Finally. Head back and the wind that was swirling my hair like a wild banshee is facing me and slowing me way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My ankles are tired. Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I stop a couple of times. A few times. I shake my foot out a bit a couple of times in front of drivers stuck in traffic (why did I pick a busy street with an audience?) as if to say, hey, I'm injured, I don't always run this crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Struggle with pace and focus all the way back. Keep playing Veruca Salt's "Volcano Girls" to try to focus and keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.1 miles, 36.49 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptpJFmYHTYY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6256508018902261157?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6256508018902261157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6256508018902261157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6256508018902261157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6256508018902261157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/crappy-crapola-of-run-aka-wee-little-5k.html' title='Crappy Crapola of a Run (aka Wee Little 5k Race Report)'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-701453395799734017</id><published>2008-06-28T09:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:45:18.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipper Kim</title><content type='html'>My cousin (and fellow marathon trainee) Kim just texted me to check in; she just finished 9 miles with her training group.   I haven't even had my morning Red Bull yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Instead, I am surveying the mess in our house. It looks like a teenager had a party while the parents were away.  And instead of beer, the teenagers opened every toy in the back room of Toys 'R Us.  Except, there are no teenagers in the house and no party.  I will start cleaning the house after I finish my donut . . a great breakfast by the way for my &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/wee-little-5k.html"&gt;virtual 5k later &lt;/a&gt;today.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who's read Dawn Dais' &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nonrunners-Marathon-Guide-Women-Training/dp/1580052053"&gt;The Non Runners Guide to Marathon Training for Women&lt;/a&gt;, Kim is my Chipper Jen.   I say that with love, but that's the first thing I thought of when I got her text message today.  Congrats on your 9 miler Kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go reassure my four year old that the toilet is not going to flood the house.  We had a &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-have-problem.html"&gt;problem&lt;/a&gt; last week and she still thinks the toilet will overflow every time she goes to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-701453395799734017?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/701453395799734017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=701453395799734017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/701453395799734017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/701453395799734017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/chipper-kim.html' title='Chipper Kim'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-7655169859898146043</id><published>2008-06-26T20:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:59:33.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee Little 5k</title><content type='html'>I had planned on doing the Fleet Feet Women's 10k in Chicago in mid-July, but turns out &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike &lt;/a&gt;has to work that day and it's not worth getting the kids (and their grandparents to watch them) up so early so I can run at 7 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for another race though - - the &lt;a href="http://weelittleme.wordpress.com/virtual-5k/"&gt;Wee Little Virtual 5k&lt;/a&gt;. I joined a &lt;a href="http://www.virtualrunclub.com/"&gt;Virtual Running Club &lt;/a&gt;this week, so seems only fitting that I enter a virtual 5k. Thanks to fellow VRC member &lt;a href="http://kitzzyfit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitzzy&lt;/a&gt; for leading me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weelittleme.wordpress.com/"&gt;Little by Little&lt;/a&gt;, our host for the event, is asking Virtual 5k participants to complete a questionnaire, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. When did you start running?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2007. The instigator? Dinner with my sister Jeanine and cousin John in December 2006. I left the table for a few minutes to pee and came back to find out I was signing up for the 2007 Chicago Marathon. Sure it seemed a little crazy, (you say crazy, you say stupid, I say spontaneous) but I thought it might get me on to a consistent path to lose the weight I gained since having kids. (Did I mention dinner was at The Cheesecake Factory? Yes, I was doing really well with losing weight. No exercise and dinners out with cheesecake.) With more cousins on board (cocktails on Christmas Eve were involved) we got serious about it. Naive, so naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you follow a plan (C25K etc.) to get you started running? If so, what plan did you use? If not, how did you go about getting started?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While training for the 2007 Chicago Marathon, (if you're curious about what transpired, click &lt;a href="http://mysecondmarathonracereports.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) I followed The Non-Runners' Guide to Marathon Training. It's a great book, based on the Marathon Class at the University of Iowa. It was also the only piece of material I could find that supported a non-runner like me starting out from couch potato and going to Marathon in the same year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Why did you start running?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure (see Q#1). Actually, completing a marathon before I hit 40 (2010) had been a goal; I only had a few years left to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Now that you are running regularly, what do you find to be the biggest benefits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss, stress relief and looking back, I think I needed a hobby besides work, laundry and taking care of the kids. Oh, and eating. That wasn't a good hobby. My husband has taken up running again so it's nice to have a common hobby with him. With my sister and cousins running/marathon training too, it's brought us closer together. Although we live in the same metro area, we all lead different lives and it was easy for work/family/life to get in the way. We connect a lot to support each other's training and complete races together. Also, I think it's a good example for my kids - - it's good for them to see my husband and I exercising regularly and once I complete a marathon, I want them to understand that if you make a goal and work toward it, you can achieve anything you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What are your future plans for running? Short-term and Long-range.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short-term: Complete a Marathon before I'm 40 (I turn 38 in October) Preferably, the Chicago Marathon since that's where I'm from. Long-term: I've thought about some of those wacky marathon goals like completing races that start with every letter of the alphabet or maybe run a marathon in the Midwest, East Coast, West Coast and South. I also thought (I have a lot of time to think on these runs you know) about setting a goal to qualify for Boston by the time I'm 45 but that's probably crazy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are your personal goals for the Virtual 5K?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I've always been slow so completing in under 35 minutes would be fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you have a music “theme song” that you will use for this race?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stuck in a rut lately playing the same songs on my iPod, but then again, those are the songs that keep me moving. Maybe I can be patriotic for this pre Fourth of July race and have Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA" as my theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rL5Q31VvdUo&amp;amp;hl=" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-7655169859898146043?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7655169859898146043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=7655169859898146043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7655169859898146043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7655169859898146043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/wee-little-5k.html' title='Wee Little 5k'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-7538352673884794239</id><published>2008-06-24T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:58:15.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Joined The Club . . .</title><content type='html'>. . .the &lt;a href="http://www.virtualrunclub.com/"&gt;Virtual Run Club &lt;/a&gt;that is. Kudos to &lt;a href="http://www.gibtownrunner.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; for starting it; I know he and the other members - - &lt;a href="http://jensbdaychallenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;*jen*, Jillian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://illrunfordonuts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Topher&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.on-a-soapbox.com/"&gt;jlou&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chubbygirlrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://see-emilie-run.blogspot.com/"&gt;EmLit&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.on-a-soapbox.com/"&gt;Ama&lt;/a&gt; - - will get on my ass if I slack off. All in the name of accountability. It's already working too. I'm scheduled to run tonight, it's getting late and I don't really feel like it but I'm feeling guilty (I'm Catholic, guilt is big with me) as slacking off on my premiere showing at the VRC would not be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also joined &lt;a href="http://www.runyourcity.com/"&gt;Run Your City&lt;/a&gt;, a site Ryan started to unite running bloggers. Good information on the site, so check it out if you fancy . . .you can search running blogs by city, see where to run when you're in a particular city, good videos (I have to watch the one about stretching later) and a runners' book club. (First up, Dean Karnazes' UltraMarathon Man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder that I'm still on my quest to collect names of 262 &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonheroes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt; (a cancer survivor, someone currently battling the disease or someone we've lost to cancer) to carry with me for 26.2 miles during the Chicago Marathon this year so please help me fill up my list and leave the names of the Heroes you know in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; put this song on my iPod when I was training for the Marathon last year; I think I'll need to listen to it on the treadmill tonight to keep me going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP58U_R3gK0&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP58U_R3gK0&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, treadmill here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-7538352673884794239?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7538352673884794239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=7538352673884794239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7538352673884794239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7538352673884794239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-joined-club.html' title='I Joined The Club . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-7826625898215472670</id><published>2008-06-22T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:16:06.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Training Week Down . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . 15 more to go! Trained consistently this week but damn, I wish I started earlier. Ran, er struggled through 5 miles outside today. Twenty-six seems pretty impossible right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember being this scared the first time around. Naive. Didn't Yoda say something about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZoaQYL8ylms&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZoaQYL8ylms&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-7826625898215472670?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7826625898215472670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=7826625898215472670' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7826625898215472670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7826625898215472670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-training-week-down.html' title='First Training Week Down . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6975034635316794274</id><published>2008-06-21T11:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:07:15.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMMY IS THAT YOUR EXERCISE?</title><content type='html'>Got out of work early on Friday, changed into running clothes and . . .thunder. So I ran four miles on the treadmill (and considerably slower than my last two runs). I blame my four year old daughter. She kept coming into the laundry room (where our treadmill is) throwing me off focus with MOMMY, IS THAT YOUR EXERCISE? MOMMY, ARE YOU RUNNING? WHY MOMMY? MOMMY, IS THAT THE TREDDYMILL? MOMMY, HOW DO YOU TURN THAT ON? WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME MOMMY? ARE YOU LISTENING TO MUUUSIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five miles on deck for Sunday. My foot is bothering me. One week into training and my foot is bothering me. Same foot where I had an ankle stress fracture last year. A bit worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6975034635316794274?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6975034635316794274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6975034635316794274' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6975034635316794274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6975034635316794274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/mommy-is-that-your-exercise.html' title='MOMMY IS THAT YOUR EXERCISE?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5996483031868628863</id><published>2008-06-19T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:18:58.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11:15 p.m . . .Time for a Run!</title><content type='html'>I DID run last night, although it was a bit later than planned.  By the time I got the kids to bed, some laundry done, checked some email and calmed down the you're-home-so-I'm-ready-to-play puppy, it was after 11 p.m.  Now I know you might think I'm crazy to run so late at night, but I can't let myself slide on my schedule too much because with me one night off becomes two nights and two nights off becomes three nights &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TgDxWNV4wWY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;and so on and so on and so on&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike &lt;/a&gt;got home from work at 11:30 and was a little surprised to see me on the treadmill.  "LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM &lt;a href="http://www.cararuns.org/"&gt;CARA&lt;/a&gt;!" I yelled, with headphones still blasting. (Like &lt;a href="http://www.onceagainforthefirsttime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt;, I do really like the CARA Marathon Training shirts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This run (again 3 miles, I'm in first week of marathon training)  went surprisingly well for a post 11 p.m. run.   I was a little wired before bed and regretting it a bit at my early morning meeting today, but glad I'm stuck to the schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's run of 4 miles won't be so late.  And I should be able to do it outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Favorite Running Song:&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should say &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwnqqj5Q1BU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;"Na Na Na Na, Hey, Hey, Hey Kiss Him Goodbye"&lt;/a&gt; in honor of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbIa2qaWX-I"&gt;Chicago White Sox&lt;/a&gt;/Chicago Cubs Crosstown Classic this weekend (I grew up on the South Side) but it was actually &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sE4dfRa56D8"&gt;The Von Bondies' "C'mon C'mon"&lt;/a&gt; that got me through the late night run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-5996483031868628863?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5996483031868628863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5996483031868628863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5996483031868628863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5996483031868628863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/1115-pm-time-for-run.html' title='11:15 p.m . . .Time for a Run!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6311336625150485348</id><published>2008-06-18T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:54:05.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM Going to Run Tonight</title><content type='html'>It is 9:20 p.m. I am laying on my daughter's bedroom floor, in my just-arrived &lt;a href="http://www.cararuns.org/"&gt;CARA&lt;/a&gt; Marathon training t-shirt with my laptop, waiting for her to go to sleep &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Please don't judge, &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; and I know we screwed up bedtime with her long ago. We're working on it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At approximately 3 p.m. today I commented at work that I really want to try to run tonight. My colleague couldn't really understand why it would be an issue . . .you run and that's that. I didn't explain in detail to my colleague why it will be a small victory to get me on the treadmill tonight so I will explain it to you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Note: The following passage is not intended as commentary that I am busier than anyone else, or that I'm busier than runners without kids, or that I'm busier than runners who are stay-at-home moms, or that I'm busier than runners who are work-at-home moms, or that I am even remotely as busy as single parents. In other words, if you take offense, please lighten up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 p.m. Conference call ends, I grab my stuff and rush out the door, down the looong walkway to parking garage. Forget I came later and not in my usual spot 9 (s#*t!), have to run up flight of stairs to car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15 p.m. Arrive at 6-year-old's school. Sign him out and get back in car. Plead with son to stop doing the chicken dance and get in the car because we have to pick his sister up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:25 p.m. Zip down Higgins Road past Busse Woods on way to 4-year-old's preschool. See several runners on Busse Wood path. Remind myself I have to run tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 p.m. Waiting at stop light. Where is my cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:35 p.m. Hit every godforsaken light on Arlington Heights Road. Crap. Still can't find cell phone. Hoping I didn't leave it at son's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 p.m. Arrive at daughter's preschool. Sign her out and use phone at school. Call &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;, ask him to give me a couple minutes and call my cell phone. Tell him that if someone else answers, ask where it is. Silently hope that I still don't have the phone on "silent" from when I was on conference call at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:47 p.m. Buckle kids in car; hear the familiar &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uUjIA3Rt7gk"&gt;Flock of Seagulls "I Ran"&lt;/a&gt; ringtone. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:55 p.m. Hit every godforsaken light going the other direction on Arlington Heights Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 p.m. McDonald's drive-thru. Happy Meals for kids, two cheeseburgers for me. And just like that, I blow a day of otherwise decent eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:05 p.m. Try to decide if I can get to swimming lessons faster by taking Golf Road or Higgins Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:10 p.m. Start down Golf Road. See fast, fit runners. I am eating the second cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 p.m. Tell kids to take shoes and socks off and put flip flops on in the car to save time. Swimming lessons start in 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20 p.m. WTF, why are we so backed up? Golf Road an obvious mistake as light out in front of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woodfield_Mall"&gt;Woodfield Mall&lt;/a&gt;, making a congested area even more congested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:3o p.m. Son warns me to slow down or police will pull me over. (One time it happened while he was in the car and he hasn't forgotten.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:31 p.m. Resign myself to the fact that we will be late for swimming. Tell son to take shirt off at stoplight to save time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35 p.m. Kids should be in pool. We are pulling in to lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:40 p.m. Pretending they are superheroes, kids put swimsuits on remarkably quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:05 p.m. Swimming over. Head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20 p.m. See that my CARA Marathon Training goody bag/packet/shirt has arrived. Very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 p.m. Kids and I take &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2008/06/quincy-is-not-happy.html"&gt;Quincy&lt;/a&gt; for walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 p.m. Quincy steals potato chips out of daughter's hand. Meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 p.m. Supervise son taking shower to make sure he is actually bathing and not just playing in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 p.m. Pick out kids' clothes for Summer Camp/PreSchool tomorrow. Mentally calculate what time I can run and still get to bed before needing to get in office at 7 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:31 p.m. Wonder if I can get to office at 7:30 a.m. and still be ready for first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:32 - 8:50 p.m. Nightly battle of potty, pajamas, tooth brushing and sibling fights ensues - - without reinforcement, since Mike is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9:35 p.m. Daughter has stopped singing soundtrack from High School Musical and is asleep. Going to run now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6311336625150485348?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6311336625150485348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6311336625150485348' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6311336625150485348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6311336625150485348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-going-to-run-tonight.html' title='I AM Going to Run Tonight'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2338919535669520680</id><published>2008-06-18T12:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:58:55.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?  I Ran!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it was only 3 miles on the treadmill last night, but still, I ran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run actually went much better than I expected (Sorry &lt;a href="http://gibtownrunner.blogspot.com/2008/06/crappy-run-but-its-not-my-fault.html"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tgorourke.wordpress.com/2008/06/17/yeah-i-need-a-good-run-day-soon/"&gt;Terri&lt;/a&gt;) but again, it was on the treadmill, so I didn't have hills or pavement pounding to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had to force myself to get on the treadmill last night with tired legs, I felt good and realized I missed running.   I was able to keep my breathing and mind focused and daydream about how I wished I could sing like a &lt;a href="http://www.heart-music.com/"&gt;Wilson sister &lt;/a&gt;(or sing at all for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for the remainder of the week:   3 miles tonight, 4 miles on Friday, 5 miles on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need to learn not to hop on the scale the morning after one little run  and expect to be down 5 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my brother and sister-in-law Mark and Nancie for their &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;JServSessionIdr009=xdj5e13ke3.app314a"&gt;donation to the American Cancer Society!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Running Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Hot N Cold" Katy Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2338919535669520680?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2338919535669520680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2338919535669520680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2338919535669520680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2338919535669520680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-what-i-ran.html' title='Guess What?  I Ran!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-4119565990300108300</id><published>2008-06-13T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:46:09.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Crimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How dare I'/><title type='text'>Shameful</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be running a &lt;a href="http://www.cachelps.org/run.htm"&gt;Half-Marathon &lt;/a&gt;in Hoffman Estates tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; is supposed to be running a &lt;a href="http://www.mppd.org/wh.php#strive"&gt;5k&lt;/a&gt; in Mt. Prospect tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not happening. This is what happens when neither of us run. Races come up and we're not at all prepared for them. (Actually I decided awhile &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/reality-bites.html"&gt;ago&lt;/a&gt; to play it safe and revise my overzealous race schedule but still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad too, because it looks like it's going to be excellent running weather in Chicago tomorrow. (Figures, because if I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; running 13 miles it would be very hot and humid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do we go and pick up our goodie bags/t-shirts anyway? Is that bad running etiquette since we're not running the race? I thought about putting on some running clothes and going to pick up my packet/bag/shirt and then while pretending to put the stuff in the car, actually get in the car and go home. Mike suggested that I put on my ankle brace from last year's stress fracture, pretending that I can't run due to injury and pick up my shirt/bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably being banned from the Chicago running community and Runners World message boards as I write this with the crime of even &lt;em&gt;considering&lt;/em&gt; picking up a shirt for a race I'm not running, hosting a running blog when I haven't been running and . . .not running. Oh yeah, when I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; run, I wear headphones. Even in organized races. Sorry, I have to. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm sure I just lost some readers for that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, we are starting fresh. No more I'm sick, work is crazy, I have to go on a business trip excuses. The &lt;a href="http://www.chicagomarathon.com/cms400min/chicago_marathon/"&gt;Marathon &lt;/a&gt;is four months away. Training is underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubting me? I'll be back with a post tomorrow about my 3 mile run. Just you wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may even wear the Hoffman Half Marathon shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-4119565990300108300?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4119565990300108300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=4119565990300108300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4119565990300108300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4119565990300108300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/shameful.html' title='Shameful'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-594799685171277116</id><published>2008-06-09T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:04:44.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike + Human Race</title><content type='html'>I'm signed up for Chicago . . .anyone else? Nike is hosting a 10k in umpteen cities around the world on the same day in August. . . a long day so I'm really too (yawn) tired to explain it, you can go to the &lt;a href="http://nikeplus.nike.com/nikeplus/humanrace/index.jsp"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and check it out for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-594799685171277116?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/594799685171277116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=594799685171277116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/594799685171277116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/594799685171277116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/nike-human-race.html' title='Nike + Human Race'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3537729553313951235</id><published>2008-06-06T21:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:52:41.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>Why do I have two titles on my blog? It wasn't always there . . .blogger won't let me delete so I'm going to have to ask &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law sent me a text message while I was at the often-mentioned work conference in Phoenix that made no sense so my response back was "WTF* did that mean?" (I swear a lot when I'm stressed). He didn't know what I meant by WTF and I didn't want to tell him over the phone while in a crowd of people. (It would harm by professional image :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same brother-in-law who &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2008/05/way-behind.html"&gt;installed crown molding in his &lt;em&gt;closet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*This is not the Battlestar Galactica version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3537729553313951235?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3537729553313951235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3537729553313951235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3537729553313951235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3537729553313951235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-4646530808599804786</id><published>2008-06-06T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:41:29.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>My blogging friend &lt;a href="http://onceagainforthefirsttime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt; (and fellow "they called Chicago '07 on me the first time so I'm back for unfinished business in Chicago '08" runner and American Cancer Society Charity Runner . . .Karin, we do have a bit in common) asked via the comment section . . ."Jenn, where have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe running miles and miles every day while I was at a work conference in Phoenix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did. I packed my running shoes, socks, shorts, sports bra, shirts, headphones, iPod . . .even the damn BodyGlide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't run once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was crazed with work during the conference, then hit the social functions at night, drank some wine, ate some really fattening food, got up and worked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more work excuses though! That's it! I'm serious! I'm yelling at myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go redo my training schedule since I blew another week. Then off to read the new Runners' World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really got to start running more if I'm going to keep up with this running blog, don't I? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-4646530808599804786?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4646530808599804786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=4646530808599804786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4646530808599804786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4646530808599804786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3654408378235839246</id><published>2008-05-31T21:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:41:23.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F*&amp;*(</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago I put my official training schedule to paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1, with 21 weeks to go, I ran 3 miles.  Then blew the rest of the week because I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2, with 20 weeks to go, I ran a pathetic 2 miles when the schedule called for 3 (was obviously still sick).  Then I blew the rest of the week due to long work hours and work stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at beginning of week 3, with 18 weeks to go.   I will be in Phoenix for a work conference.   I will be up early for meetings and have work functions at night.  I'm still packing my running shoes, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revised schedule so on call for this week:  3, 4, 3, 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3654408378235839246?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3654408378235839246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3654408378235839246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3654408378235839246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3654408378235839246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/f.html' title='F*&amp;*('/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3603172705626098270</id><published>2008-05-29T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:44:34.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SD8MGWhnZbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NZ-uAtXEgec/s1600-h/bm-image-717013.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205892997528905138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SD8MGWhnZbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NZ-uAtXEgec/s320/bm-image-717013.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="left"&gt;Or, this is my desk when I'm stressed.  This doesn't really have anything to do with running, except for the fact that if work wasn't so insane right now I'd have time to run, not to mention a little stress relief.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="left"&gt;Desk contents:  Red Bull, Coke, Water, Motrin and Stress B-Complex Vitamins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3603172705626098270?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3603172705626098270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3603172705626098270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3603172705626098270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3603172705626098270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/fwd.html' title='This is me stressed'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SD8MGWhnZbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NZ-uAtXEgec/s72-c/bm-image-717013.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-827332316145170544</id><published>2008-05-28T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:02:22.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could I Forget?</title><content type='html'>While I was bitchin' and moanin' about being sick I forgot to share the important stuff  . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin (and &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonheroes.blogspot.com/"&gt;hero&lt;/a&gt;) John had doctor appointment today and scans are clear and cancer-free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John recently completed treatment for his (third) bout with Hodgkin's . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, he's only 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, he's going to train for the Chicago Marathon this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you understand why he's one of my heroes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-827332316145170544?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/827332316145170544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=827332316145170544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/827332316145170544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/827332316145170544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-could-i-forget.html' title='How Could I Forget?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3219942986805705776</id><published>2008-05-28T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:35:00.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Feeling Crappy, No Run</title><content type='html'>Grrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3219942986805705776?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3219942986805705776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3219942986805705776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3219942986805705776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3219942986805705776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-feeling-crappy-no-run.html' title='Still Feeling Crappy, No Run'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-216160899623638278</id><published>2008-05-27T20:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:32:51.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Fooling Myself</title><content type='html'>Went outside for 3 miles yesterday as planned and ended up running the most pathetic 2 miles . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was feeling better but apparently not well enough. Coincidentally, the song playing on my iPod was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oChxvdOnNo"&gt;Kate Voegele's "Only Fooling Myself." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Wednesday's planned run is significantly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jon Hay for his donation to the American Cancer Society!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-216160899623638278?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/216160899623638278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=216160899623638278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/216160899623638278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/216160899623638278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-fooling-myself.html' title='Only Fooling Myself'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-9043006336970118987</id><published>2008-05-26T12:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:57:21.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Training: Day 1</title><content type='html'>New week, new schedule. When I &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/reality-bites.html"&gt;prepared my marathon training schedule &lt;/a&gt;with a few extra weeks thrown in in case of illness and injury, I didn't think I'd be using one of the sick weeks right off the back. Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On board for this week: 3, 4, 3, 5 - total, 15 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be immensely proud of myself if I can stick to the schedule and complete that because this is going to be a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; busy week at work and a busy weekend. As always, running around the kids. Meaning . . .running when they're still asleep or when Mike is home for the kids. Mike home is another challenge to the schedule . . .our work schedules are rarely complimentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to knock off the first 3 miler when Mike gets home from work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Running Song of the Day: "Sky" by Joshua Radin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-9043006336970118987?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/9043006336970118987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=9043006336970118987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/9043006336970118987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/9043006336970118987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/marathon-training-day-1.html' title='Marathon Training: Day 1'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-1684815958385087802</id><published>2008-05-25T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:32:17.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back on Track</title><content type='html'>Signed up for the &lt;a href="http://www.chicagodistanceclassic.com/"&gt;Chicago Distance Classic &lt;/a&gt;this morning.  Still not 100% but no sore throat, so plan to run when Mike gets home from work and get back on my schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-1684815958385087802?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1684815958385087802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=1684815958385087802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1684815958385087802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1684815958385087802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-back-on-track.html' title='Getting Back on Track'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-7787580282196036173</id><published>2008-05-24T12:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:41:58.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting Things in Perspective</title><content type='html'>Been pissy about being sick, not running, a messy house, too much laundry and having to get a lot of work done this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found &lt;a href="http://www.mattlogelin.com/if-you-havent-been-here-before/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop whining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.runningjayhawk.com/"&gt;Running Jayhawk &lt;/a&gt;for directing me to some perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-7787580282196036173?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7787580282196036173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=7787580282196036173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7787580282196036173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7787580282196036173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/putting-things-in-perspective.html' title='Putting Things in Perspective'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-1346676968834492892</id><published>2008-05-24T11:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:04:15.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated and sick</title><content type='html'>Frustrated and sick, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated because I finally got motivated with a set running schedule (I'm a person that thrives on structure and schedules) and I get sick. Haven't run since Monday. Maybe I'll be able to run later today though. Throat not as bad and &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; let me sleep in today. (With our opposite work schedules and two young kids, being able to sleep in is a rare treat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one who skipped the Soldier Field 10 Mile today. Jeanine signed up, forgetting that she was going to be in NY for a wedding, cousin Lauren didn't feel she was quite ready, like me. I see &lt;a href="http://theunfocusedlife.com/"&gt;Unfocused Life&lt;/a&gt; skipped too. Cousin Kim was the only one making it to the start line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my packet. Might as well as least get the tech shirt. I see though, that I was a bit optimistic when I signed up for the race in February, and ordered a size smaller than I usually wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-1346676968834492892?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1346676968834492892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=1346676968834492892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1346676968834492892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1346676968834492892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/frustrated-and-sick.html' title='Frustrated and sick'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-511708317555291349</id><published>2008-05-18T20:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:55:47.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . but it's time to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, with 13 days until the &lt;a href="http://www.soldierfield10.com/"&gt;Soldier Field 10 Mile &lt;/a&gt;and 5 miles as my longest (recent) run, it hit me. Why am I stressing myself out? Life (and laziness) got in the way of training for the SF 10 and I didn't do a good job about making time to run. So instead of ramping up the mileage way too fast (and subjecting myself to likely injury) I'm pulling out of the SF 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a wimpy move if you like, I'm calling it a safe move. My ultimate goal is to finish the Chicago Marathon in October and the last thing I need to do is to run a race (or two) I'm not ready for, only to risk stress fracture. I said hello (well, it was more like WTF) to a stress fracture in my ankle two months before the Marathon last year and it nearly kept me from the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to live up to the promise my sister and I made to ourselves to not train like assholes, I'm going to play it safe. My new (and more realistic) race schedule is below on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also dusted off my marathon training bible, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Non-Runners-Marathon-Trainer-David-Whitsett/dp/1570281823"&gt;The Non-Runner's Marathon Trainer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The Non-Runner's Guide is a 16 week program, there are 21 weeks until the Marathon. I figure this gives me some cushion for injury or illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, here is my &lt;em&gt;"Let's Not Train Like An Asshole This Year"&lt;/em&gt; Training Schedule: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(while this will make me seem like I have the maturity of a 12-year-old, did you know that if you typed "3704559" into a calculator and turned it upside down it spells . . .well, you try it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mondays kick off my training weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1:&lt;br /&gt;Week of May 19&lt;br /&gt;3, 4, 3, 5 (15 miles weekly total)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2:&lt;br /&gt;Week of May 26&lt;br /&gt;3, 4, 3, 6 (16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3:&lt;br /&gt;Week of June 2&lt;br /&gt;3, 4, 3, 7 (17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 4:&lt;br /&gt;Week of June 9&lt;br /&gt;3, 4, 3, 7 (17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 5:&lt;br /&gt;Week of June 16&lt;br /&gt;3, 5, 3, 8 (19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 6:&lt;br /&gt;Week of June 23&lt;br /&gt;3, 5, 3, 8 (19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 7:&lt;br /&gt;Week of June 30&lt;br /&gt;3, 5, 3, 9 (20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 8:&lt;br /&gt;Week of July 7&lt;br /&gt;3, 5, 3, 10 (21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 9:&lt;br /&gt;Week of July 14&lt;br /&gt;3, 5, 3, &lt;a href="http://www.fleetfeetchicago.com/htm/events_races_womens.asp"&gt;6.2&lt;/a&gt; (21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 10:&lt;br /&gt;Week of July 21&lt;br /&gt;4, 5, 4, 11 (24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 11:&lt;br /&gt;Week of July 28&lt;br /&gt;4, 5, 4, 11 (24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 12:&lt;br /&gt;Week of August 4&lt;br /&gt;4, 6, 4, Half-Marathon (&lt;a href="http://www.chicagodistanceclassic.com/index.htm"&gt;Chicago Distance Classic&lt;/a&gt;) (27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 13:&lt;br /&gt;Week of August 11&lt;br /&gt;4, 6, 4, 14 (28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 14:&lt;br /&gt;Week of August 18&lt;br /&gt;4, 7, 4, 16 (31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 15:&lt;br /&gt;Week of August 25&lt;br /&gt;5, 8, &lt;a href="http://www.chicagoaa.com/news/humanrace.html"&gt;6.2&lt;/a&gt;, 16 (34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 16:&lt;br /&gt;Week of September 1&lt;br /&gt;5, 8, 5, 16 (34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 17:&lt;br /&gt;Week of September 8&lt;br /&gt;5, 8, 5, 18 (36)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 18:&lt;br /&gt;Week of September 15&lt;br /&gt;5, 8, 5, 20 (&lt;a href="http://www.cararuns.org/Training/Marathon/Nike%20Ready%20to%20Run%2020%20Miler.aspx"&gt;CARA Ready to Run 20 Miler&lt;/a&gt;) (38)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 19:&lt;br /&gt;Week of September 22&lt;br /&gt;5, 8, 5, 9 (27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 20:&lt;br /&gt;Week of September 29&lt;br /&gt;3, 5, 3, 8 (19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 21:&lt;br /&gt;Week of October 6 - - Happy Birthday to me and Marathon Week!&lt;br /&gt;3, 3, walk 3, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagomarathon.com/cms400min/chicago_marathon/"&gt;26.2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (35.2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-511708317555291349?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/511708317555291349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=511708317555291349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/511708317555291349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/511708317555291349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6205927360039062577</id><published>2008-05-17T13:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:06:17.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Out There? . . .Thank You . . .and Run Like a Mother</title><content type='html'>Thank you to The Ramsey Family and The Pinn Family for your donations to the American Cancer Society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello out there? Family? Friends? Appreciate your support guys but also trying to raise another $2,400 in 4 1/2 months for the American Cancer Society so please don't wait to &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;JServSessionIdr008=6bxki5ig11.app314b"&gt;donate&lt;/a&gt;! I know you're out there . . . (yes, brother-in-law JPF, I'm talking to you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.themarathonmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristina's blog &lt;/a&gt;today and saw the shop she set up to raise funds for the Dana - Farber Cancer Institute. I love the &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/marathonstuff/4171859"&gt;"Run Like a Mother"&lt;/a&gt; items, pretty clever. Anyone who still has my Mother's Day gift to order . . .ahem, ahem . .this would be a good idea too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality (and logic) has set in regarding my training for Chicago '08. More info on my training schedule to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6205927360039062577?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6205927360039062577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6205927360039062577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6205927360039062577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6205927360039062577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-out-there-thank-you-and-run-like.html' title='Hello Out There? . . .Thank You . . .and Run Like a Mother'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5772585262887372929</id><published>2008-05-07T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:59:32.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Haven't been to the Chicago Marathon site for awhile but found my way there tonight and came across &lt;a href="http://www.chicagomarathon.com/cms400min/Chicago_Marathon/inspiration/video/FeaturedVideo.aspx?id=4343"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.   I liked how the organizers handled the video; I was wondering how they were going to handle the &lt;a href="http://mysecondmarathonracereports.blogspot.com/"&gt;heat debacle of '07 &lt;/a&gt;and glad they didn't ignore it.   Helps me get excited (and motivated) for this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I came across &lt;a href="http://endurancebags.com/bags/#"&gt;this race bag &lt;/a&gt;and thought it would make a good Mother's Day gift. (hint, hint to anyone who might be buying me a Mother's Day gift on behalf on my 6-year-old and 4-year-old.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-5772585262887372929?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5772585262887372929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5772585262887372929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5772585262887372929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5772585262887372929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/video-inspiration.html' title='Video Inspiration'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6269344735178698393</id><published>2008-05-04T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:16:36.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow</title><content type='html'>My thigh muscles were still screaming from yesterday's 5k (I told you I was out of shape) but I ran five miles today because 1) the weather was beautiful and 2) I'm panicking about 10 miles on May 24.  Need to get the miles in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really hurt.   I have a feeling I'm going to be limping in to Monday morning's staff meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6269344735178698393?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6269344735178698393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6269344735178698393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6269344735178698393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6269344735178698393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/ow.html' title='Ow'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5436759541695665616</id><published>2008-05-03T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:52:30.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report:  Chicago Police Run To Remember</title><content type='html'>My 4 year old wakes up at 5:30 a.m. and we bring her into our bed; I can't fall back asleep and for 28 minutes I lay in bed, trying to forget the fact that I have to pee, wanting to get up and pee but also not wanting to wake up our 3 month old puppy who sleeps in a crate next to our bed.  If I make too much noise I know he'll want to go out and start the day.   So, I lay in bed awake for 28 minutes because who can go back to sleep when you have to pee so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get dressed, have my toast and peanut butter, grab a Red Bull and off I go.   Only 5 minutes behind schedule.   You see --  and this will be important later on, so take note - - I hate to be late.   Hate it.  Hate it.  Hate it.  It stresses me out, it freaks me out, I can't stand being late.   Put it this way.  Easiest way to give me a heart attack is to force me into a situation where I only have minutes to catch a plane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I breeze downtown from the suburbs and 40 minutes later, arrive at Soldier Field parking.  The Chicago Police Memorial Foundation has kindly arranged for free parking.   It's about 7 a.m, the race starts at 8 and there are a lot of people on site, but also plenty of parking still available.  I text cousin Kim, sister Jeanine and husband Mike to let them know I've arrived.  I follow the crowd to &lt;a href="http://www.cpdmemorial.org/memorial.html"&gt;Gold Star Memorial Park &lt;/a&gt;(which honors fallen Chicago Police officers) and see the race area.   No lines for the porta potties and the sun is out, the sky is clear.  Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim sends me a text as she already picked up her chip and as I head over to Kim I call Jeanine.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine was kind enough to pick up my packet/bib so I didn't have to trek downtown the night before.   It's about 45 minutes before race time and I'm starting to feel naked without my bib #.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call Jeanine:&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Where are you? &lt;em&gt;(Really I'm asking, where's my bib?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine: You're there already???!!!!!  Are you the first one?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, a lot of people are here.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine:  I mean other than volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is the part that I forgot.  While it was very cool of my sister to pick up my bib for me, I forgot that she is notoriously late.   She can't stand being early.   She considers it time wasted.   So there she is driving somewhere still way too far north on Lake Shore Drive for a race that starts in 40 minutes, with my bib.   Then I think, I hope she remembered to bring my bib.  Organization is not really one of her strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair to Jeanine, I should say that while I consider her to be notoriously late, and at times, unprepared and disorganized, she would say that she considers me to be anal and bossy.   I'm the oldest, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I hang out, waiting for my bib (I mean Jeanine) and the race area starts getting busier and busier.   I can't remember now how many times I called Jeanine on her cell to see where she was, (two or three) but I do remember thinking that my repeated calling was probably annoying the crap out of her and I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time it's about 18 minutes before race time, Jeanine is not even in the parking garage yet so I figure I'll pick up our chips.  I call her to ask her for the bib numbers, she gives them to me along with a mini heart attack because she's at 800 North.   Still too far north for my comfort level.   Kim and I head to the chip booth and the volunteer won't give me the chips without the bibs.  Damn.   I call Jeanine for a status update.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  WHERE ARE YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine:  Is there only one level in this parking garage?  I can't find a place to park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me (in my head):  Arrrrgghhhhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;(to Jeanine):&lt;/em&gt;  They won't give me the chips without the bibs!&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember exactly what Jeanine said at this point but I vaguely remember picking up a little panic in her voice.   I don't know if she was starting to panic about missing the start of the race, or starting to panic that for the rest of her life I would be reminding her about how she made us both late for the start of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call Mike at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  JEANINEISN'THEREYET&lt;br /&gt;Mike:  When do you start?&lt;br /&gt;Me: FOURTEENMINUTESIGOTTAGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call Jeanine again and she immediately picks up and says she's running.   Seconds later, she's there.   One quick stop at the porta pottie and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race highlights (about time I get to the actual race, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicago Police helicopter swoops by as runners start.  Pretty cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We start out by Soldier Field, past the Field Museum and head north along the lake.  Great scenery on a fantastic running weather day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realize about mile 1 that I started out way too fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About mile 2 I wonder how I'm going to complete 10 miles at the Soldier Field 10 Mile in 20 days.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The small incline near the Field Museum before Mile 3 just about kills me. I'm so out of shape.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As we approach the finish line, the course is lined with pictures of Chicago Police officers who have lost their lives in the line of duty.   Very touching and I can't imagine how the familys here who have lost a cop in the family must feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finish, not a brag-worthy time (just over 38 minutes), but I finish nonetheless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After the race, Jeanine, Kim and I meet up (Jeanine and Kim finished well before me) and Jeanine and I find our retired Chicago cop dad's "brick" in front of the Police Memorial honoring him for 30 years of service. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to end an already long post so I will just say that while my sister and I are complete opposites, I love her dearly and if it wasn't for her, I would have never made it to the starting line for the 2007 Chicago Marathon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 days until &lt;a href="http://www.soldierfield10.com/"&gt;10 miles&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-5436759541695665616?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5436759541695665616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5436759541695665616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5436759541695665616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5436759541695665616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/race-report-chicago-police-run-to.html' title='Race Report:  Chicago Police Run To Remember'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2580776163274928046</id><published>2008-05-02T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:52:04.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and More Updates</title><content type='html'>1. Congratulations to my cousin and &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonheroes.blogspot.com/"&gt;hero&lt;/a&gt; John who completed his last cancer treatment today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.cpdmemorial.org/run/"&gt;Chicago Police Memorial Foundation's Run To Remember &lt;/a&gt;5k is tomorrow.  I am NOT expecting a brag-worthy time.   The weather is supposed to suck.  Race report to follow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. More heroes added to my &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonheroes.blogspot.com/"&gt;hero&lt;/a&gt; list. Keep 'em coming.  Goal is to collect names of 262 heroes to carry with me for 26.2 miles.   You don't have to &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;JServSessionIdr007=kwqpusqax2.app314b"&gt;donate&lt;/a&gt; to the American Cancer Society to add a hero to the list (although it would be appreciated) and we don't have to know each other personally, just add names to the comment section and I'll add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I quit Jenny Craig.   Those who know me well know that this follows my typical pattern of embracing something with absolute gusto only to let my interest and dedication peter out . . .and quit.  My friend Suzanne probably remembers "This Palm Pilot Will Save My Life" campaign circa 2001 only to discover that I hated the thing.   A paper planner I remain.   My &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt; knows my frequent "I am going to organize ALL of our cabinets . . .THIS WEEKEND!" campaigns.  To this day one kitchen cabinet and one laundry room drawer is organized.   After 19 years together, my husband is one thing I haven't quit, so I do know what's important :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I joined Weight Watchers.  Again.  I mean re-joined.  Again.   Mike thinks they will think I have multiple personality disorder from my frequent joining and cancellations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2580776163274928046?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2580776163274928046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2580776163274928046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2580776163274928046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2580776163274928046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates-and-more-updates.html' title='Updates and More Updates'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-1875998455993069012</id><published>2008-04-27T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:37:44.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Days</title><content type='html'>Twenty-six days. Twenty-six days until the &lt;a href="http://www.soldierfield10.com/"&gt;Soldier Field 10 Mile&lt;/a&gt;. I ran a couple of days this week, but not enough to be on a consistent training schedule. I have a training schedule, I just haven't been following it. It's not that I don't like running. . .even though I don't feel like it sometimes once I start I'm glad I did. Just been hard trying to fit it into life lately. I know, I know, you have to make time for it. I just haven't been that good at it lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, with 26 days until the Soldier Field 10 Mile, panic is starting to set in. That's a good thing for me because I tend to become more focused with panic and a looming deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I'm running the &lt;a href="http://www.cpdmemorial.org/run/"&gt;Chicago Police Run to Remember &lt;/a&gt;5k. Not worried about that one although I would like to get a fairly decent time and not come in at the end of the pack. The Race has special meaning as my dad is a retired Chicago cop. My uncle is a retired Chicago cop and my cousin (and &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonmilesponsors.blogspot.com/"&gt;mile sponsor&lt;/a&gt;) Kevin is a homocide detective. So I guess you can say the Chicago Police is part of our family. So support the cops ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of support, thank you to my friend and co-worker Judy Anderson and her mom (and cancer survivor!) Heidi Liebig for their donations to the &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal"&gt;American Cancer Society&lt;/a&gt;. More motivation exactly when I need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Running Song: "Walking with a Ghost" Tegan and Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-1875998455993069012?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1875998455993069012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=1875998455993069012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1875998455993069012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1875998455993069012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/26-days.html' title='26 Days'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8473569634359764532</id><published>2008-04-20T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:32:17.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Good</title><content type='html'>Not a lot to say and none of it is good . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gained 1.2 pounds at my JC weigh in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when I don't run and eat ice cream for dinner.  Just one night, I was stressed out last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me awhile to realize, but I clearly have a pattern of dropping off the running schedule and piling on the eating when I'm stressed out.  Need to get that into check . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect to be back within the next day or two with some running activity on the boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, go ahead and read some poetry from my &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-assignment-212-celebrate-poetry.html"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt;.   Yes, poetry.  (He's not too thrilled about it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8473569634359764532?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8473569634359764532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8473569634359764532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8473569634359764532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8473569634359764532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-good.html' title='Not Good'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-1942821705851540193</id><published>2008-04-15T20:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:44:35.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SAVajtqu7VI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GS4ZJvfhcpA/s1600-h/SY5K_tiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189653715215117650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SAVajtqu7VI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GS4ZJvfhcpA/s320/SY5K_tiny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been awhile since I've posted. Crazy busy at work, so instead of blogging and reading other blogs after the kids are in bed, I've been on work email. So, a couple of updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Down 4.6 pounds my first week at Jenny Craig. Not bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been running, although not as much as I would like (of course) Last run was a lot better than the miserable 3 miler I had time before that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow spent $60 on sushi tonight. Yes, $60. I realize sushi isn't a cheap dinner but geez, this wasn't even a dinner out with friends. Between the cell phone connection and my 6 year old begging for a Happy Meal and the waitress' heavy accent and trying not to get in an accident on the road, I ordered the wrong thing and ended up with $60 worth of sushi. For one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure which will come first . . . Mike checking the bank account online and noticing that I spent $60 on sushi . . .or Mike checking this blog entry and reading that I spent $60 on sushi. Or, there's always my sister-in-law reading this blog entry and calling Mike to tell him I spent $60 on sushi. This is the same sister-in-law who told Mike what a haircut and highlights at Mario Tricocci &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cost. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, sushi isn't on the Jenny Craig menu. Shut up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In running news, &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; and I are both participating in the &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2008/02/shave-your-5k-challenge.html"&gt;Shave Your 5k Challenge&lt;/a&gt;, hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/"&gt;Half-Fast&lt;/a&gt;. The basic idea is to see who can shave the most time off their 5K time during 2008, so everyone will run a 5K at the beginning of the year and another one at the end of the year. The winner is the person that shows the greatest improvement. My strategy was to run incredibly slow up and down the &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/miscellaneous.html"&gt;hills of Lake Geneva &lt;/a&gt;so my time can only improve. Brilliant, don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congrats to Mike on his &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2008/04/id-like-to-thank-academy.html"&gt;Best Blog of the Day Award&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-1942821705851540193?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1942821705851540193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=1942821705851540193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1942821705851540193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1942821705851540193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SAVajtqu7VI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GS4ZJvfhcpA/s72-c/SY5K_tiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6369871234805538039</id><published>2008-04-08T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:43:03.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Schedule</title><content type='html'>Ran three miles on the treadmill last night, the worst three miles ever.  Can't figure out why I was so sluggish.  It was late, but I've run late before . . .wondering if it was due to the lousy 1,200 calories a day that I'm on with JC program.  Although, even though I ate more before, it certainly wasn't like I was eating the right things.  I finished (woo hoo, I finished three miles, doesn't that sound pathetic?) but I really had to push myself to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four miles on deck for Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Favorite Running Song: "Beat It" Fall Out Boy with John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need more motivation . . .any family/friends reading today?   How about a little &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal"&gt;donation&lt;/a&gt; to the American Cancer Society?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6369871234805538039?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6369871234805538039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6369871234805538039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6369871234805538039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6369871234805538039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-schedule.html' title='On Schedule'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6151904759774132025</id><published>2008-04-06T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:14:56.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Update</title><content type='html'>A few updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thank you to my friend and &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonmilesponsors.blogspot.com/"&gt;mile sponsor &lt;/a&gt;Anita for her donation to the American Cancer Society.  I'm over the $500 mark now . . . please keep those donations coming, $2,500 to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Jenny Craig meals are better than I expected, but limited to 1200 calories a day sucks more than I expected.   My friend (and JC inspiration Marina) asked me how I was doing the other day and I said "Hungry."   Been sticking to the plan for the last four days with the exception of a &lt;a href="http://www.portillos.com/portillos/"&gt;Portillo's&lt;/a&gt; run at lunch today.   I ordered the chicken sandwich instead of two chili dogs with cheese or instead of a cheeseburger with everything, so I'm still calling it a minor victory.   Ok, I stole a few fries from the kids' plates, but still doing much better than my usual eating activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Training plan as I prepare for the &lt;a href="http://www.soldierfield10.com/"&gt;Soldier Field 10 Mile &lt;/a&gt;on May 24:&lt;br /&gt;This week:  3 miles, 4 miles, 3 miles, 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;Week 2: 3, 4, 3, 5&lt;br /&gt;Week 3: 3, 4, 3, 6&lt;br /&gt;Week 4: 3, 4, 3, 7&lt;br /&gt;Week 5: 3, 5, 3, 8&lt;br /&gt;Week 6: 3, 5, 3, 10&lt;br /&gt;Week 7: 3, 5, 3, Soldier Field 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training plan is based on the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Non-Runners-Marathon-Trainer-David-Whitsett/dp/1570281823"&gt;Non-Runner's Guide to Marathon Training&lt;/a&gt;, which I used last year to train for the Chicago Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized that the &lt;a href="http://www.active.com/page/Event_Details.htm?event_id=1528769"&gt;Half Marathon &lt;/a&gt;I'm signed up for is a mere three weeks after the Soldier Field 10, but I'll just keep the training plan since I'll already be at 10 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to stick to the schedule, stick to the schedule, stick to the schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6151904759774132025?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6151904759774132025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6151904759774132025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6151904759774132025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6151904759774132025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/status-update.html' title='Status Update'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6917646431493536673</id><published>2008-04-03T19:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:18:23.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shamrock Shuffle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soldier Field 10 Mile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Cancer Society'/><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/race-report-shamrock-shuffle.html"&gt;my lackluster performance &lt;/a&gt;at the Shamrock Shuffle, I am declaring a fresh start  -- on my running and weight loss efforts.  When I started running last year at this time, it was a way to finally lose the "baby" weight.  (My kids are um, 6 and 4 years old)  And I did lose weight, was just under 20 pounds down come Marathon day.   Only problem was that after the Chicago Marathon last October, I took a brief break from running, then winter began, then the holidays, then the brief running break turned out to be a long break.   All the while I continued eating pretty much like I was logging 10 and 12 mile runs.   Oh, and there was a little bit of stress eating involved too.  Bottomline, the weight started creeping back up.   Or in my case, sprinting back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a training run calendar developed for the &lt;a href="http://www.soldierfield10.com/"&gt;Soldier Field 10 Mile &lt;/a&gt;and a new attitude (also some inspiration from my friend Marina) I joined Jenny Craig.   I'm not about to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbMfr_QO7Sw"&gt;bare down to a bikini on Oprah,&lt;/a&gt; but being able to wear a bikini before I'm 40 would be nice.    A goal recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Complete the Chicago Marathon before I'm 40 (on track with two years to spare)&lt;br /&gt;2) Raise $3,000 for the &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal"&gt;American Cancer Society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Lose 35 pounds (and back to pre-babies, wedding day weight) by Marathon day&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/5406334024077861125-6917646431493536673?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6917646431493536673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6917646431493536673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6917646431493536673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6917646431493536673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/04/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-8483958561151358285</id><published>2008-03-31T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:12:06.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeanine Needs More Cowbell!</title><content type='html'>After the Shamrock Shuffle my sister commented on how next time she should wear a shirt that says "I need more cowbell" a la the SNL skit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Jeanine (and hopefully others) would enjoy seeing this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dork.tv/view/More+cowbell+Blue+Oyster+Cult+SNL+Skit.html"&gt;http://www.dork.tv/view/More+cowbell+Blue+Oyster+Cult+SNL+Skit.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-8483958561151358285?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/8483958561151358285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=8483958561151358285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8483958561151358285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/8483958561151358285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/jeanine-needs-more-cowbell.html' title='Jeanine Needs More Cowbell!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-4895721880054970686</id><published>2008-03-30T20:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:33:58.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report: Shamrock Shuffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; and I participated in, and more importantly, finished Chicago's &lt;a href="http://www.shamrockshuffle.com/cms400min/"&gt;Shamrock Shuffle&lt;/a&gt; 8k today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my inconsistent training of late, my goal was simply to finish without killing myself. Once we arrived though, I thought I would be one happy person if I finished under an hour. Yes, I know I'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in the corrals, we met up with my friend Jon. Haven't seen him in awhile since we don't work for the same company anymore, so it was good to see him. Jon recently started training and worked up to 4 miles, although this was to be the first time running outside (Damn Chicago winter.) Cousins (and fellow Chicago Marathon '07 participants) Keith and Kim were in the corral ahead of us, so given the hoards of people, we didn't meet up. My sister and Jeanine and her boyfriend Sunil joined us right as we started moving toward the start line as corral was too full once they arrived. Interesting that the two people living closest to downtown were the last to the corral, isn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine pointed out that she ran a few miles on Wednesday, and once in January. Before that, October. Jon didn't feel so bad about not running outside at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took us about 30 minutes to reach the start line (so the &lt;a href="http://admin.chicagomarathon.com/CMS400Min/uploadedFiles/Shamrock_Shuffle/Press_Center/Press%20Release_Race%20Day_FINAL.pdf"&gt;1st place finisher &lt;/a&gt;actually crossed the finsh line before we crossed the start!). At the one mile mark, I realized that I felt much better than I did in the extreme heat of the Chicago Marathon. Mike and Sunil were long gone already, Jeanine was somewhere in the vicinity and I still had Jon in my sights until I slowed down to a brisk walk to whip off my hat and fix the ponytail that was already irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around Mile 2, I realized how much my pace was all over the place and I started to lose some focus. At Mile 3, the image of a turtle came to me (since I felt like one) and I thought about starting a running clothing company featuring turtles . . .for the slow runners like me. I kept my mind occupied by thinking of sayings for the running shirts like "slow and steady &lt;em&gt;finishes&lt;/em&gt; the race" and "Turtle Proud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along Mile 3 I passed &lt;a href="http://www.loumitchellsrestaurant.com/"&gt;Lou Mitchell's &lt;/a&gt;and wondered if anyone was out there passing donut holes to the customers waiting for tables. I abandoned turtle thoughts and wished I had a donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around Mile 4, I spied Jeanine ahead of me. My original plan was to copy Berhane Adere's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ulua1gT_WMc"&gt;come from behind sprint &lt;/a&gt;to overtake a completely unaware Adriana Pirtea in the 2007 Chicago Marathon and just follow Jeanine and fly past her at the finish. After a minute or so I thought that would be mean, especially since Jeanine was nice to slow down for me during the the '07 Marathon and plus, there was no way I was going to keep pace with her on the Roosevelt hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the hill on Roosevelt, I think Jon said it best when he said, "Whose idea was it to put a hill at the end of the race?" I should point out that this was a hill by Chicago standards, not sure that it would rate as a hill per se in less-flat cities. Sidenote: Reminds me of when Carlos, Chicago-bred husband to my friend and California native Suzanne said (upon arriving in Cali years back), "Look at those mountains!" to which Suzanne replied, "Honey, those are hills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that I didn't quite make my hour goal, I finished in 1:00:06. Dammit. Maybe if I finally start eating right and lose these extra pounds I will pick up some speed! Curious to see the marathonfoto photos from the finish since I started sprinting with everything I had to try to beat the clock. Guessing they're not too pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed 20,636th out of 22,558 finishers. So 20,635 people didn't &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2007/12/beginning-of-blog.html"&gt;train like assholes &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thank you to Rob &amp;amp; Amy Koziorowski for their donation to &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal"&gt;my American CancerSociety marathon fundraiser&lt;/a&gt;. Appreciate your support! And Rob, I'll wish you luck for the Marathon now because I know you'll be wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ahead of me during the race!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-4895721880054970686?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4895721880054970686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=4895721880054970686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4895721880054970686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4895721880054970686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/race-report-shamrock-shuffle.html' title='Race Report: Shamrock Shuffle'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2624580282759439336</id><published>2008-03-29T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:48:50.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Send Me Your Heroes!</title><content type='html'>I'm collecting the names of 262 Heroes -- cancer survivors, those currently battling the disease or those we've lost to cancer - - to carry with me for 26. 2 miles during the Chicago Marathon in October.  I can't take credit for this excellent idea; that goes to &lt;a href="http://www.runningjayhawk.com/2008_02_01_archive.html"&gt;Running Jayhawk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, send me the names of your heroes!  You don't have to donate to my fundraising effort for the American Cancer Society (although that would be nice too.)  And we don't need to know each other personally.  If you're just an occasional or first-time visitor to this blog and we've never met in person, that's fine.   Just leave the name of your heroes in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonheroes.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see my current list of heroes, and if you're so inclined to donate funds to the good works of the American Cancer Society, click &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shamrockshuffle.com/cms400min/"&gt;Chicago's Shamrock Shuffle&lt;/a&gt; is tomorrow; will be back with a race report.   A little worried about it because despite good intentions, I've &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2007/12/beginning-of-blog.html"&gt;trained like an asshole.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2624580282759439336?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2624580282759439336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2624580282759439336' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2624580282759439336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2624580282759439336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/send-me-your-heroes.html' title='Send Me Your Heroes!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-836690190583018994</id><published>2008-03-28T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:44:35.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going to Win the Lottery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R-04fcHQdqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/spBULxElNxQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182860858947040930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R-04fcHQdqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/spBULxElNxQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so this isn't running related . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fortune in my fortune cookie (I had pad thai for lunch, probably not on &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2007/12/runners-diet.html"&gt;The Runner's Diet&lt;/a&gt;) says "You will soon be crossing great waters on a fun vacation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet! Well now, Mike and I don't have any plans for a vacation this summer (in fact, we'll be lucky to get time off at the same time) so the logical conclusion is that the &lt;a href="http://www.megamillions.com/wheretoplay/illinois.asp"&gt;Lottery&lt;/a&gt; ticket I bought yesterday (for tonight's drawing) is a winner and we will be $113 million dollars richer (or $14 million after we divide among parents and siblings, I'm nice that way.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after we claim our winnings I will quit my job and we will take a fun vacation on great waters to Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're thinking. Cynics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.complang.tuwien.ac.at/alex/Pics/MAUI.JPG&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.complang.tuwien.ac.at/alex/vistapro-pics.html&amp;amp;h=768&amp;amp;w=1024&amp;amp;sz=115&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=7&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=o148qj4xcwLTxM:&amp;amp;tbnh=113&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmaui%2Bimages%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den"&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/5406334024077861125-836690190583018994?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/836690190583018994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=836690190583018994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/836690190583018994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/836690190583018994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-going-to-win-lottery.html' title='I&apos;m Going to Win the Lottery!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R-04fcHQdqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/spBULxElNxQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-805251878018558865</id><published>2008-03-27T13:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:14:37.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Run</title><content type='html'>Ran five miles yesterday.  Beautiful weather, but was not the best run for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) I have not run 5 miles in a long time and my legs are reminding me that today.&lt;br /&gt;2) I have not run outside in a long time (damn you Chicago weather) so I started out too fast and my pace was all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;3) I came very close to getting hit by a car coming out of Barnaby's Pizza.  I thought he saw me, apparently he did not.&lt;br /&gt;4) A goose started chasing me down Golf Road for a brief time.   I think the goose scared me more than the car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-805251878018558865?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/805251878018558865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=805251878018558865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/805251878018558865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/805251878018558865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/dangerous-run.html' title='Dangerous Run'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-4833883532332970541</id><published>2008-03-26T15:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:43:38.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Running Songs?</title><content type='html'>Are your speakers on? I added a few of the songs on my running playlist to the blog. My running playlist, like my music taste overall, tends to run the gamut (that's what happens when a Duran Duran, New Order-loving person falls in love with and marries a heavy metal fan) from Metallica to Tegan and Sara to Queensryche to Rob Thomas. Have a good running song? Let me know about it in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take advantage of decent weather today and my last day off of work and go run outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the Strom Family and my friend Lindsay Bechtel for their &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal"&gt;donation&lt;/a&gt;s to the American Cancer Society and support of my marathon quest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-4833883532332970541?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/4833883532332970541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=4833883532332970541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4833883532332970541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/4833883532332970541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-running-songs.html' title='Good Running Songs?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5457365813598833055</id><published>2008-03-19T19:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:57:57.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on Track</title><content type='html'>Still on track, ran 3 miles on both Saturday and Sunday and even though I was dead-tired on Tuesday night, I ran a mile. I know a mile isn't much, but the goal was just to run period because consistency is key for me at this point. Going to start working in 4 and 5 miles in this coming week so I'm ready for the &lt;a href="http://www.shamrockshuffle.com/cms400min/"&gt;Shamrock&lt;/a&gt; a week from Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I opened the pantry door last night and with a mix of surprise, horror and excitement I screamed, "How did these get here?!!!" Mike bought Hostess cupcakes. He claims our 6- year -old wanted them. Our 6 year-old says he doesn't like them (how a being created by Mike and me does not like a chocolate Hostess cupcake is something we will never understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I have to resist eating them (or more of them) because I don't think running and Hostess cupcakes are a good mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Hostess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-5457365813598833055?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5457365813598833055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5457365813598833055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5457365813598833055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5457365813598833055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-on-track.html' title='Still on Track'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-1284924730313311730</id><published>2008-03-16T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:28:42.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track</title><content type='html'>I hit a milestone last night, I hit the 26.3 mile mark - - that's more than a marathon.  Okay, so it was over a three month time span, so let's call it a progressive marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the avid runners visiting from the &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/"&gt;runnersworld.com&lt;/a&gt; discussion boards may scoff at my inconsistency, but let's remember that I never proclaimed to be&lt;a href="http://www.ultramarathonman.com/flash/"&gt; Dean Karnazes&lt;/a&gt;.   I admire him, yes, but I never proclaimed to be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I feel like I'm turning a corner on the consistency scale.   I ran last night.  I didn't feel like running on the treadmill at 9:30 last night, but I did it.  One run does not equal consistency you say?  Well, yes, I see your point, but I feel it in my (aching) bones.   Pressure does that sort of thing to you, the &lt;a href="http://www.shamrockshuffle.com/cms400min/"&gt;Chicago Shamrock Shuffle&lt;/a&gt; is in less than two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find it amusing that my &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt; (and fellow Shamrock Shuffle participant) was telling me I'd better get moving as I slowly put my running shoes on.  Amusing because he was sitting on the couch eating a warm brownie with vanilla ice cream and telling me to get moving.   Now that I think of it, I was just jealous because I wanted to eat the brownie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to run again tonight (unfortunately on the treadmill again) but there's a thing about being a mom to a six year old and a three year old, you can't leave them home by themselves while you go running outside.   Mike is sleeping after an overnight shift, so technically someone is home with them, but I know that four minutes after I leave the house they would be in our room jumping on the bed.   And a tired, cranky husband with two and a half hours of sleep does not make for a harmonious marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-1284924730313311730?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/1284924730313311730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=1284924730313311730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1284924730313311730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/1284924730313311730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-on-track.html' title='Back on Track'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3216959421131824736</id><published>2008-03-13T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:56:41.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Exactly Living Up to the Promise</title><content type='html'>When I started this blog, I mentioned how marathon training was going to be different this time around.  As my sister put &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2007/12/beginning-of-blog.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;, we weren't going to train like assholes this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same sister who confessed to me the other night that she hasn't run since October.  October.   OCTOBER???!!!!!   Ok, I'm not so bad.  I'm not good, but not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine, what's happened to us?  Where is our motivation, our determination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Shamrock Shuffle is coming up quickly so we are both getting back in gear.   No work excuses, no busy lives excuses, no I'm moving and I commute several hours a day excuses (that was my sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is such a procrastinator.   I'm just . . . deadline-oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to help my motivation?  &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal"&gt;Donate &lt;/a&gt;to my American Cancer Society Fundraising effort.  Become one of my &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonmilesponsors.blogspot.com/"&gt;mile sponsors &lt;/a&gt;and add the name of a friend or loved one to my &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonheroes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt; list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3216959421131824736?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3216959421131824736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3216959421131824736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3216959421131824736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/a&gt;will win his age group?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-773315111963158896?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/773315111963158896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=773315111963158896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/773315111963158896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/773315111963158896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/101-year-old-man-trains-for-marathon.html' title='101-Year-Old Man Trains for Marathon'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-93505395325120466</id><published>2008-03-12T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:58:54.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Fat Boy Run</title><content type='html'>I want to see this &lt;a href="http://www.runfatboyrunmovie.com/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-93505395325120466?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/93505395325120466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=93505395325120466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/93505395325120466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/93505395325120466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/run-fat-boy-run.html' title='Run Fat Boy Run'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-160751517809422857</id><published>2008-03-08T17:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:44:36.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet our Future Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R9MggwpvW_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/SioQ-Orxp94/s1600-h/Puppy+Likes+Paper+3.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R9MggwpvW_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/SioQ-Orxp94/s320/Puppy+Likes+Paper+3.08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175516143966706674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R9MgVQpvW-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/snotLVllGN0/s1600-h/Puppy+Close+Up+2+3.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R9MgVQpvW-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/snotLVllGN0/s320/Puppy+Close+Up+2+3.08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175515946398211042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met our future runner today.  Had to pick him out of a male litter of six, so hard to choose!  We bring him home in two weeks and can't wait until the kids meet him (haven't told them anything yet, planning on an early surprise from the Easter Bunny.)   Still deciding on a name, but Payton (as in Walter), Sawyer and Quincy on the table.  Miles was also considered at one point, but not a front runner.  Other name suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-160751517809422857?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/160751517809422857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=160751517809422857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/160751517809422857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/160751517809422857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/meet-our-future-runner.html' title='Meet our Future Runner'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R9MggwpvW_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/SioQ-Orxp94/s72-c/Puppy+Likes+Paper+3.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3936120860224350656</id><published>2008-03-06T20:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:44:36.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R9CkCbl8WRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IFxCWNhmyFQ/s1600-h/busyrunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174816333522295058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R9CkCbl8WRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IFxCWNhmyFQ/s320/busyrunner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good reminder.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2008/02/weekend-splits.html"&gt;Half-Fast&lt;/a&gt; for posting it; I stole it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3936120860224350656?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3936120860224350656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3936120860224350656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3936120860224350656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3936120860224350656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-excuses.html' title='No Excuses'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R9CkCbl8WRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IFxCWNhmyFQ/s72-c/busyrunner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-3754909806673840982</id><published>2008-03-06T14:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:22:17.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Non-Running Running Blogger</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to get into the many valid excuses,  I mean reasons why I haven't been 1) posting or 2) running lately.    Planning to do a quick run tonight after we get the kids in bed and the house turned around (Grandma and Grandpa will be over tomorrow afternoon and after several days of Mike home sick with two sick kids, the house is not pretty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated thank you to Suzanne and my most recent &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonmilesponsors.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mile Sponsors &lt;/a&gt;Isabelle &amp;amp; Leila for their American Cancer Society donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back running and blogging about running soon, I promise.  In the meantime, you can check out some of the blogs I like to read down on the right.  But y'all come back soon now, ya hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta get back to work.  Note on behalf of corporate communication/media relations departments everywhere:  Please do not "create" your own press release without looping your communications team in first.  Really now.  Yes, I know it's not rocket science but there is something to what we do, trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-3754909806673840982?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/3754909806673840982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=3754909806673840982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3754909806673840982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/3754909806673840982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/non-running-running-blogger.html' title='The Non-Running Running Blogger'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6030875751367243870</id><published>2008-03-01T20:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:34:19.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treadmill hatred'/><title type='text'>Yippee!</title><content type='html'>Looks like a good morning to run outside on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Skilling's 7-day forecast&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;48 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought occured to me as I watched the mall walkers while waiting to get my haircut this morning  . . .could I be a mall runner?   Running in the mall may sound a little crazy, but if people can walk, why can't I run?   I may try it the next weekend when it's cold and crappy out (which will probably be next weekend.)   Mike thinks it's too busy with walkers for me to run.   If I go early enough I think it will be safe; I didn't see that many there this morning.  Plus I could take advantage of the ramps for hill practice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also do a little window shopping . . .anything to beat the mind-numbing boredom of the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fast, but I can probably outrun mall security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6030875751367243870?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6030875751367243870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6030875751367243870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6030875751367243870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6030875751367243870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/03/yippee.html' title='Yippee!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5416589529552112848</id><published>2008-02-26T12:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:44:36.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Show of Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R8RbBRMybWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KBWUus6j0h8/s1600-h/snow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171358349483208034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R8RbBRMybWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KBWUus6j0h8/s320/snow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-5416589529552112848?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5416589529552112848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5416589529552112848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5416589529552112848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5416589529552112848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/go-away-snow-go-away.html' title='Show of Hands'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/R8RbBRMybWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KBWUus6j0h8/s72-c/snow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-7320807860858711714</id><published>2008-02-24T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:38:16.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Me Sick!</title><content type='html'>Two common themes in the blogosphere: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chicagoans sick of the weather (don't even get me started on the expected 8 inches this week or I may cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Everyone is sick!   &lt;a href="http://jasonleahrun.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html"&gt;Marathonrunning&lt;/a&gt; was sick . . .&lt;a href="http://www.girl-in-motion.com/woe-is-me"&gt;Girl in Motion &lt;/a&gt;was sick . . .&lt;a href="http://runningmybuttoff.blogspot.com/2008/02/meet-my-new-roommate.html"&gt;See E run.  Run, E, run!&lt;/a&gt; is sick.   Can you catch germs via the Internet? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my sister-in-law is deathly ill (please Lori, go to the doctor) . . .the kids are starting to sneeze and I've been fighting something off and on for a while.   Right now (knocking on laptop keys) I feel good.   I'm getting nervous that now that I'm planning on a consistent week of running (I've been sporadic at best)  that something sinister will take over my immune system and keep me out of my running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing my fingers that I stay healthy; need to get serious about the &lt;a href="http://www.shamrockshuffle.com/cms400min/"&gt;Shamrock Shuffle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No snow for the Shamrock please, weather gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate topic . . . &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/01/future-running-partner.html"&gt;future runner &lt;/a&gt;comes home March 21.   Names debate still open, so if anyone has any ideas, comment away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-7320807860858711714?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/7320807860858711714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=7320807860858711714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7320807860858711714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/7320807860858711714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-get-me-sick.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Me Sick!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5920600149059911936</id><published>2008-02-19T13:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:42:30.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Yous, Hoffman Half and My Ass</title><content type='html'>Well, I did run but my &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/running-my-ass-off.html"&gt;ass&lt;/a&gt; is still very much here (much more to it than I would prefer) so I don't know that I ran my ass off. But at least I ran, right? Starting out slow so not to injure myself like last year, only ran 2 miles on Saturday and Monday. Biggest obstacle for me right now is the mind-numbingness of the treadmill, so the fact that I got on the stupid thing is a victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the &lt;a href="http://www.cachelps.org/run.htm"&gt;Children's Advocacy Center Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt;, which takes place in June. Ideal location for me as it's only 13 minutes from our house, so I can save on hotel costs. I know some people (read: my sister) think I'm crazy for registering for these races so early, but it's motivation for me if I know they're on my calendar. Trying to convince Lisa and/or Don C. to do it. Guys? C'mon, if you can do a triathalon or dualathon or quadrathalon you can do the half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Laura M. and Renee H. for your support of my American Cancer Society run! Not only does it benefit ACS, but it helps my motivation a lot. When the couch and TV were calling I reminded myself of the donations so I made myself put my running shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends, please keep the &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=4767131&amp;amp;fr_id=10773&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;JServSessionIdr004=520otx1z63.app311b"&gt;donations&lt;/a&gt; coming! I know the Marathon is several months away yet, but your support is very motivating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-5920600149059911936?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5920600149059911936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5920600149059911936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5920600149059911936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5920600149059911936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/donation-thank-yous-hoffman-half-and-my.html' title='Thank Yous, Hoffman Half and My Ass'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-938116831649115813</id><published>2008-02-15T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:06:53.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soldier Field 10 Mile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathon registration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DeKalb'/><title type='text'>Running My Ass Off</title><content type='html'>I'm going to run my ass off this weekend.   Enough foolin' around, I have to get my head in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, now I have the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImxT0wufVkg"&gt;High School Musical song&lt;/a&gt; in my head.  Those of you with kids preschool age and older will know what I mean.   I bet you have the song in your head now too.   You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added another race to my calendar, the &lt;a href="http://www.dekalbcornfestraces.org/"&gt;DeKalb Corn Fest 10k&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://www.everythingsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; and I had been talking about it doing it this year but the tragedy at &lt;a href="http://www.niu.edu/index.shtml"&gt;NIU&lt;/a&gt; got me thinking about it again.   NIU is our alma mater, it's the place where we met so although it might seem odd, I just feel like we have to visit DeKalb sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go sign up for the &lt;a href="http://www.soldierfield10.com/"&gt;Soldier Field 10 Mile&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are my marathon partners?  Jeanine, Kim, Lauren, Keith, Jon H.?  Sign up soon if you haven't already!   Registration tally is climbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-938116831649115813?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/938116831649115813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=938116831649115813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/938116831649115813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/938116831649115813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/running-my-ass-off.html' title='Running My Ass Off'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6522027617879646171</id><published>2008-02-13T15:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:29:49.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Donation</title><content type='html'>Thank you to Kevin, Cheryl, Daniel &amp;amp; Noelle for their donation to the American Cancer Society - my first donation!   Kevin, Cheryl and the kids are also my Mile 24 &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathonmilesponsors.blogspot.com/"&gt;sponsors&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6522027617879646171?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6522027617879646171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6522027617879646171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6522027617879646171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6522027617879646171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-donation.html' title='First Donation'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-5209163421156186885</id><published>2008-02-12T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:13:03.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Hit Rock Bottom</title><content type='html'>Well, relatively speaking anyway.  I'm not in the Britney category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending emails to family and friends requesting their support for my &lt;a href="http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-motivation.html"&gt;American Cancer Society charity run&lt;/a&gt;, I proceeded to plop down in front of the TV, watch &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Biggest_Loser_5/"&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/a&gt; and eat&lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/products/frostings/Frosting-Product-Landing-Page.htm"&gt; Betty Crocker chocolate frosting&lt;/a&gt; out of the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike started to question it but after 19 years together, he has seen this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work stress/why can't we get this house organized stress/oh dear mother of God I still haven't sent Aunt Mary Lou her Christmas gift stress -- all of it led me to the tub o' frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if this is rock bottom, I can only go up.   So family, friends, please send some dollars to the American Cancer Society and motivate me off the couch and on to the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;a href="http://www.chicagomarathon.com/cms400min/chicago_marathon/"&gt;Marathon&lt;/a&gt; to run in 240 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-5209163421156186885?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/5209163421156186885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=5209163421156186885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5209163421156186885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/5209163421156186885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-hit-rock-bottom.html' title='I&apos;ve Hit Rock Bottom'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-6381965651633645678</id><published>2008-02-12T19:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:59:19.525-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Gear'/><title type='text'>Love This!</title><content type='html'>Fellow running blogger &lt;a href="http://www.girl-in-motion.com/eureka"&gt;Girl In Motion&lt;/a&gt; is infatuated with the &lt;a href="http://www.amphipod.com/385/385.html"&gt;Amphipod Hydraform&lt;/a&gt; as much as I am.  My sister (and fellow Chicago Marathon '08 runner) Jeanine clued me into it and like Girl In Motion, Iloveitloveitloveit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only this Chicago winter would end . . .Average Marathon Gal appropriately refers to our fair city as the &lt;a href="http://averagemarathongal.blogspot.com/2008/02/greetings-from-arctic-circle.html"&gt;Arctic Circle&lt;/a&gt; . . .I could use it again outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-6381965651633645678?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/6381965651633645678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=6381965651633645678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6381965651633645678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/6381965651633645678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-this.html' title='Love This!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406334024077861125.post-2316875925375426883</id><published>2008-02-11T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:26:27.292-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>&amp;*$#&amp;(@$*#(&amp;$ Cold Weather</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's because I wasn't a fan of running outside (or running at all, for that matter) at this time last year but I can't recall a year when I've been so fed up with the cold and snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to force myself to get on the treadmill this week, but mentally that has been a killer for me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't kids seem to be affected by the cold? They notice it sure, but doesn't seem to bother them as much. Our neighbors must have thought I was a crazed mom today as I was yelling, GETINTHECAR!HURRY!GETINTHECAR! to our kids when we were heading to school. And it wasn't because we were late, it's just so freakin' cold. Our six-year-old studies and investigates everything, something I usually admire in him, but I was surprised he wanted to stop and investigate outside today. Almost like he was wondering where the cold was coming from. Our three-year-old, in typical fashion, took her time getting to the car, but then again, she always is on her own timetable (and I think we will still be saying this when she's a teenager) so I guess the cold isn't going to change that. Nothing is going to hurry up our little miss if she doesn't want to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406334024077861125-2316875925375426883?l=mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/feeds/2316875925375426883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5406334024077861125&amp;postID=2316875925375426883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2316875925375426883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5406334024077861125/posts/default/2316875925375426883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysecondfirstmarathon.blogspot.com/2008/02/cold-weather.html' title='&amp;*$#&amp;(@$*#(&amp;$ Cold Weather'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13995173098081999654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_-JyRk5H2k/SOkHHM8HTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPXK4KaIWsY/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
