tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90467111794341757042024-03-14T01:07:23.166-04:00Catholic Runner - Praying for the FinishAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-65772479199423135442013-05-12T07:50:00.001-04:002013-05-12T07:50:18.809-04:00Not a complete slackerI talked my daughter in running her first half.There were times when I am sure she wanted to punch me. There were times when I had to stop myself from saying I'll wait for you at the finish line. My mom instincts had to overcome my type A instincts. But in the end there was only happiness at the finish line. We plan to do it again next year.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PCZkuUDZQLI/UY-B-V81RsI/AAAAAAAACmc/cRmE_IaTOoc/s640/blogger-image--243666276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PCZkuUDZQLI/UY-B-V81RsI/AAAAAAAACmc/cRmE_IaTOoc/s640/blogger-image--243666276.jpg"></a></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-3340006903654735312011-06-25T19:29:00.000-04:002011-06-25T19:30:54.943-04:00No truer words<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv-RAp8rRSY/TgZviTwxJuI/AAAAAAAACWE/TlG5sYMP2JM/s1600/270195_209718619071014_113859451990265_571388_1385102_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622303820029699810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv-RAp8rRSY/TgZviTwxJuI/AAAAAAAACWE/TlG5sYMP2JM/s320/270195_209718619071014_113859451990265_571388_1385102_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-38474818820556933642011-06-14T20:18:00.003-04:002011-06-14T20:47:39.935-04:00Doctor, Doctor<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0GxSJhPII0/Tff-_wm_MLI/AAAAAAAACVU/-z3IoF_-pSk/s1600/pills.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618239431501623474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0GxSJhPII0/Tff-_wm_MLI/AAAAAAAACVU/-z3IoF_-pSk/s200/pills.jpg" /></a>I finally broke down and went to the doctor to check on my back of the knee pain area. I had put it off worried that I'd be sent back to physical therapy. I am happy to report that after a few x-rays and orders not to run for another week or two I was given some anti inflammatories and sent on my way.<br /><br />I went for a short run on Sunday. Some ice and a pill and I am back in business.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-91090335748278593192011-05-16T21:10:00.005-04:002011-05-16T22:09:59.631-04:00I am a Warrior<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QlyeGlPa_UU/TdHLSdxm8ZI/AAAAAAAACTA/FBP7U7RUggY/s1600/dash%2Bcollage.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607486529143763346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QlyeGlPa_UU/TdHLSdxm8ZI/AAAAAAAACTA/FBP7U7RUggY/s320/dash%2Bcollage.jpg" /></a> anybody else hear Patty Smyth and Scandal running through there heads after reading that title? I am showing my age.<br /><br />Going into the Warrior Dash I had a few apprehensions - any obstacle involving water and any tall walls. The site said the water would be 3-4 ft deep. Liars! My friend Val is almost 5'10 and couldn't touch the bottom. One thing you should know about me is that I have a thing about water that I can't see through and I can't swim. (don't judge)<br /><br />I wasn't concerned about the running or the fire obstacle. I was actually pretty pumped about jumping over fire.<br /><br />I was concerned when I overheard a very fit looking runner chick say she did the dash last year and it was the hardest thing she ever did...<br /><br />Well here's the low down. This was far from the hardest thing I've ever done. It wasn't easy but it was a challenge and it was a blast!<br /><br />We were late to register and the only time slots available were at 8:00 am, the first run. This actually was an advantage. I image the course and obstacles get tougher as the day goes on just due the amount of people running through them. Our goal was not worry about time just to get through each obstacle. I suggested we start at the back of the pack taking some of the pressure off getting through the obstacles while knowing you are holding other people up.<br /><br />First we ran till we hit the first obstacle - the slithering swamp. It was swampy, cold, and deep. It was a small lake and the had the area for you to "run" through roped off. I used the rope to pull myself along when I could no longer touch the bottom.<br /><br />Next up was Road Rage - running through tires and over old cars. Probably the easiest of all the obstacles. The we hit the Barricade Breakdown which you had to climb over a about 4ft wall and then under barbed wire. The hard part was getting your footing in the mud. Then we ran a little more till we hit the Great Warrior Wall. This was an oh shit moment. This wall was easily 12ft tall and you had to pull yourself up using a rope. This really was the scariest part. I could see myself losing my grip and falling to my death. After wall everything else seemed easy.<br /><br />The tire tread, muddy mayhem, cargo climb, chaotic crossover and arachnophobia went by quick. We then hit the blackout and everyone thought they had to crawl through it since you had to stay low but I there was no way I was going to crawl through unseen dirt so I just squatted down and walked through it - being short has it's advantages.<br /><br />We did some more hiking/running and came upon the Petrifying Plunge which we were told by the person manning the obstacle to go do head first even though I swear we read on the waiver not to go head first but all four us did. It was fun because you hauling butt down the hill until you realize to stop you are either going to slam into bales of hay or another person. I managed to run into both my daughter and hay - the best of both worlds. At that point we could see the end of course. We just had to make through the menacing minefield which consisted of going under barbed wire (once again I squatted) and rolling over some wooden logs and then a barrel. I actually had the hardest time getting over that barrel than any other thing on the course. I finally made over that barrel to come out to the long awaited Warrior Roast. The thing I was most looking forward to...and that's when it happened. I took my leap over he first line of fire and somehow landed wrong and immediately felt a shooting pain at the back of my knee. I jumped over the second line of fire and hobbled across the finish line.<br /><br />The girls want to make it an annual event. Val and I are trying to decide if it's a one and done or if we really want to make it an annual event. Truthfully, the accomodations were our first obstacle. I am now the proud owner of a set of "travel sheets" to be used when we have to stay at some place sketchy. However, it was a lot of fun and the best run event I've been to. They had a bag check. You turned in your timing chip to recieve your free beer. There were lots of porta potties. And there was even a coupon on your bib for $5 off a $20 purchase of warrior gear. In addition, if you didn't want a helmet you could get an additional t-shirt instead which is nice for those who already have a helmet from last year because really how many helmets does one person need unless you plan to outfit an army of warriors.<br /><br />The official photos are suppose to be available on the 18th. I hope to post some but be warned, it's going to be ugly.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-4432558037931673262011-05-14T20:00:00.004-04:002011-05-14T20:17:18.490-04:00The Beginning and The EndIt started like this <br /><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606729947669166914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkLrLYI0Rj0/Tc8bLoJde0I/AAAAAAAACSo/qiIAiTxsBs4/s320/DSC00218.JPG" />and ended like this<br /><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606729226951191250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EqxGwWpuGDQ/Tc8ahrQ56tI/AAAAAAAACSg/WaVbhO0pLts/s320/DSC00235.JPG" /> more to come....</div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-2941967556269857332011-05-04T14:34:00.005-04:002011-05-04T14:42:02.584-04:00Am I a Warrior?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zD_X44oOhDA/TcGd5DDJ_nI/AAAAAAAACSY/EWrtItgren0/s1600/Warrior_Dash.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602933014822256242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zD_X44oOhDA/TcGd5DDJ_nI/AAAAAAAACSY/EWrtItgren0/s200/Warrior_Dash.jpg" border="0" /></a>Next Saturday I'll find out as my daughter, a dear friend and her daughter all head to North Georgia to tackle the <a href="http://www.warriordash.com/index.php">Warrior Dash</a>.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><p>I am more concerned about having to run through neck deep water than I am about fire. Please, please, don't let there be water...</p></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-54198659772187447262011-04-03T18:38:00.000-04:002011-04-03T18:46:06.030-04:00End of a 32 day streak<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3S2F-kewH8/TZj4rzGpypI/AAAAAAAACRA/TaePjmvBBdE/s1600/IMG00014-20110403-1831-766030.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3S2F-kewH8/TZj4rzGpypI/AAAAAAAACRA/TaePjmvBBdE/s320/IMG00014-20110403-1831-766030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591492368716647058" /></a></p>My feet on the pavement. Its a good end.
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<br>Sent using my BlackBerryAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-23700631320380640632011-03-21T20:44:00.003-04:002011-03-21T20:54:11.819-04:00LentI have yet to run a race for March. Poor planning on my part. I really wanted to do some sort of Shamrock run or something around St. Patricks day but truth be told I was so busy eating my self into a sugar coma for Fat Tuesday that I couldn't stomach the idea of running that weekend or the week after and even now it doesn't sound like such a great idea. It looks as if I may have given up running for Lent...<br /><br />well maybe not Lent, maybe just the month of March.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-1016116778078930542011-03-02T20:02:00.004-05:002011-03-02T21:36:43.986-05:00Mardi Gras 5K<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfop5Lk_-U4/TW7syMRT0MI/AAAAAAAACP4/3IPAIUK6j7I/s1600/mardigras%2B5k.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579657335390064834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfop5Lk_-U4/TW7syMRT0MI/AAAAAAAACP4/3IPAIUK6j7I/s200/mardigras%2B5k.png" /></a>February's race was the Mardi Gras 5K. It was the 2nd annual. I didn't run the 1st so I can't make a comparison.<br /><br />Low points:<br /><p>the line for number pick up was long and slow (at least for my part of the alphabet)</p><p>I received the largestsize Med shirt I've ever laid eyes on. Seriously my husband could wear it and he wears an XL<br /></p><p>It was 30 stinkin degrees out, but that's really not the races fault</p><p>My finish time 32:30<br /></p><p>High points:</p><p>I ran the whole race and never once thought "I've got to stop" or "is it almost over" or "this sucks"</p><p>I seriously had a religious experience and gave in to running at an even pace and wasn't concerned about my time ( that changed slighty as I got closer to the finish line)</p><p>I beat the hills</p><p>My finish time 32:30<br /></p><p>My finish time is both a high and a low. I really don't like to take longer than 30 mins but for 32 minutes isn't so bad for hills and being so stinkin cold that I couldn't tell if my labored breathing was from running fatigue or not being able to catch my breath because it was so cold. </p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-74946512539332669392011-02-02T20:31:00.003-05:002011-02-02T20:36:36.231-05:00February Race<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TUoGWHeRafI/AAAAAAAACO8/cWZGgWe5vNY/s1600/mardigras%2B5k.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569270866229946866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TUoGWHeRafI/AAAAAAAACO8/cWZGgWe5vNY/s200/mardigras%2B5k.png" /></a>I really don't like this course. Its the same or close to the same course for Christmas in July and the Jobble Jog. At this point I am just gonna keep running races on this course until it no longer sucks to me.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-63181952975420794282011-01-20T19:47:00.003-05:002011-01-20T20:03:48.909-05:00New Gear<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TTjZEiqymeI/AAAAAAAACOM/Dn9BLWIREcg/s1600/1149088-p-2x.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564436011665234402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TTjZEiqymeI/AAAAAAAACOM/Dn9BLWIREcg/s200/1149088-p-2x.jpg" /></a>Being snowed/iced in Georgia last week lead to zero running. Catching up at work from the week out of the office has lead to minimal running this week. To inspire me, I order these from <a href="http://www.zappos.com/cw-x-3-4-pro-tight-black">Zappos</a> yesterday. Holy crap these <a href="http://www.zappos.com/cw-x-3-4-pro-tight-black">compression pants </a>are fantastic. Worth every single dollar. I was so inpsired I put on my new shoes and pants and no I didn't run. It was dark out and I am a scaredy-cat. I did the 30 Day Shred. Yeah, I was that inspired.<br /><br /><div><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564436011754232050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TTjZEjAAmPI/AAAAAAAACOE/M_sXY-pKnv8/s200/393738-p-2x.jpg" />After the Shred, I packed my gym bag to make sure I made it to the treadmill tomorrow before work. I am telling you the pants are that great!</div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-53992881326112872852011-01-04T20:16:00.003-05:002011-01-04T20:19:28.511-05:002011 Running GoalsNothing complicated. 12 races in 12 months. I am going to try not to get too tied up on time and distance. I just want to focus on the joy of running. Oh and maybe a smaller butt.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-16314416365107527952011-01-01T20:38:00.004-05:002011-01-01T20:49:00.863-05:00New Year<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TR_Zd2LeSCI/AAAAAAAACMc/tA77_6zHdiU/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557399571981551650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TR_Zd2LeSCI/AAAAAAAACMc/tA77_6zHdiU/s200/002.JPG" /></a>I started this year with 3.1 miles in the cold Georgia rain.<br /><br /><div><div>33:32 soaking wet</div></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-35483292787701132582010-12-31T19:57:00.000-05:002010-12-31T19:58:53.414-05:002010The year of non-running comes to an end!Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-67903819952800340012010-11-29T19:13:00.001-05:002010-11-29T19:15:12.550-05:00Getting Back into the Routine<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TPRB5ubbIMI/AAAAAAAACKQ/1rdZHYmeZz4/s1600/life-fitness-treadmill.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545129501171327170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TPRB5ubbIMI/AAAAAAAACKQ/1rdZHYmeZz4/s200/life-fitness-treadmill.jpg" /></a><br /><div>3 happy miles this morning.</div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-35565342030767386772010-11-25T20:25:00.001-05:002010-11-25T20:26:49.708-05:00ThankfulI finally got up off my butt and ran today. It felt great!Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-36125778397137404222010-11-03T20:55:00.002-04:002010-11-03T20:58:38.278-04:00Time Flies When Your Being LazyHoly crap, I missed the whole month of October. You didn't miss much. Just some walking with no running at all.<br /><br />I off to read about you real runners, you guys that actually get out there and run. I am living through you and ultimately I'll be inspired and motivated by you. Thanks!!!Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-66035240750278019002010-09-26T07:44:00.000-04:002010-09-26T07:44:39.636-04:00ObservationsIt's hard to write a running blog when you are not running.<br />
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Yesterday while stopped at a stoplight 3 fit women I know ran by and I thought to myself...bitches. Yes, I maybe Catholic but I am far from a saint.<br />
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I am going to make an attempt to get back to consistently running.It will give me something to write about, make me a nicer person, and hopefully a little bit thinner. (can it be called getting thinner when you are on the chubby side. should it be less chubby?)Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-57901385821369521252010-09-20T19:34:00.000-04:002010-09-20T19:34:00.059-04:00Rest DayI've taken the concept of a rest day to new heights (or lows). I've hit rest weeks. Rest is an eaiser concept to deal with than the truth - I've hit a big patch of LAZY...Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-70290386210781501912010-08-26T17:48:00.000-04:002010-08-26T17:48:47.666-04:00Walk the WalkNot a lot of running happening. But I've started walking with my daughter after work. It's all part of my evil plan - first we walk, then we'll move to walk/run intervals, and then we run and before I know it we are like this<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/THbgnobFOJI/AAAAAAAACDY/hkQe-6pxmjI/s1600/Peachtree+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/THbgnobFOJI/AAAAAAAACDY/hkQe-6pxmjI/s320/Peachtree+014.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but keep it on the down low cause my plan might scare her off, she not real big into sweating, yet.</div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-47542355205802373722010-08-13T19:37:00.000-04:002010-08-13T19:37:05.242-04:00It's Not You, It's MeYou know all this time I've been blaming race photographers for making me look so bad in race/running photos. Well a friends husband may have just proven at the Flaminog 5K that it's me and not the person taking the picture. I don't know what it is about running shoes, shorts, tshirt and bib that makes it impossible for me not to look old, haggard, and chunky...Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-21450038359951492232010-07-16T11:14:00.000-04:002010-07-16T11:14:45.058-04:00TGIFBecause it's Friday and I only like to pretend I am working on Friday. I found this <a href="http://www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/">website</a> and created this<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TEB25qs4TWI/AAAAAAAACAw/SnyclGubqFc/s1600/genImageCairo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TEB25qs4TWI/AAAAAAAACAw/SnyclGubqFc/s320/genImageCairo.jpg" /></a></div>Go Keep Calm about something, just don't let the boss catch ya...Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-53095811934414548792010-07-13T14:49:00.000-04:002010-07-13T14:49:03.036-04:00I Need More Bibs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDyzBiT7SFI/AAAAAAAACAo/z8WW28oznMQ/s1600/xmas+in+july.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDyzBiT7SFI/AAAAAAAACAo/z8WW28oznMQ/s200/xmas+in+july.bmp" width="200" /></a></div>Next up, the <a href="http://web.me.com/jessherring/xmasinjuly/christmasinjuly.html">5K Flamingo Run</a> . The preppy in me couldn't resist the pink and green. Damned be the heat at the end of July.<br />
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<em>Good lord, I hope this isn't the same course as the Turkey Trot that starts and ends at the Marietta Square...</em>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-62314406187524221412010-07-06T19:19:00.000-04:002010-07-06T19:19:49.922-04:00The Peachtree in Pictures<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1oOs_lYI/AAAAAAAAB9w/o3Wn1x7H9-Q/s1600/Peachtree+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1oOs_lYI/AAAAAAAAB9w/o3Wn1x7H9-Q/s320/Peachtree+011.JPG" /></a>7:50 start, Group E.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1sv3M2dI/AAAAAAAAB94/i04uC_BhwVY/s1600/Peachtree+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1sv3M2dI/AAAAAAAAB94/i04uC_BhwVY/s320/Peachtree+012.JPG" /></a>Looking at group F. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1xYePwRI/AAAAAAAAB-A/vgKQYO3mZr8/s1600/Peachtree+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1xYePwRI/AAAAAAAAB-A/vgKQYO3mZr8/s320/Peachtree+014.JPG" /></a>Favorite sight<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO12hZoDlI/AAAAAAAAB-I/FWnBdeOHxQw/s1600/Peachtree+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO12hZoDlI/AAAAAAAAB-I/FWnBdeOHxQw/s320/Peachtree+019.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO17zSbScI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/av81xX70FMc/s1600/Peachtree+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO17zSbScI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/av81xX70FMc/s320/Peachtree+022.JPG" /></a>I ran on the right hand side because I ran slow and so I was sure to get a blessing. This guys a Lutheran, but hey there's no bad blessing if you ask me.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2CpPNFeI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/PeTHqUKSCgM/s1600/Peachtree+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2CpPNFeI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/PeTHqUKSCgM/s320/Peachtree+024.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2KIVLrII/AAAAAAAAB-g/IbM58_9WCuQ/s1600/Peachtree+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2KIVLrII/AAAAAAAAB-g/IbM58_9WCuQ/s320/Peachtree+025.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2UELuZHI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Zd3iPYRV1R8/s1600/Peachtree+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2UELuZHI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Zd3iPYRV1R8/s320/Peachtree+028.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2YrZnE7I/AAAAAAAAB-4/FiVSAOBTmy4/s1600/Peachtree+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2YrZnE7I/AAAAAAAAB-4/FiVSAOBTmy4/s320/Peachtree+030.JPG" /></a>Yum -beer.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> Running on an empty stomach I had to fore go or Catholic Runner would have been Buzzed up Runner. No Tolerance.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2eUzO0aI/AAAAAAAAB_A/-w4VdfG_nAM/s1600/Peachtree+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2eUzO0aI/AAAAAAAAB_A/-w4VdfG_nAM/s320/Peachtree+031.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2j54N2HI/AAAAAAAAB_I/zjrvyCzclKM/s1600/Peachtree+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2j54N2HI/AAAAAAAAB_I/zjrvyCzclKM/s320/Peachtree+035.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2rZQFLfI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/BWAdcp3o5x8/s1600/Peachtree+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2rZQFLfI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/BWAdcp3o5x8/s320/Peachtree+036.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2xYSr3uI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/IRB3bXMBnog/s1600/Peachtree+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2xYSr3uI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/IRB3bXMBnog/s320/Peachtree+037.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO22Tc3qyI/AAAAAAAAB_g/PBERpOunjxo/s1600/Peachtree+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO22Tc3qyI/AAAAAAAAB_g/PBERpOunjxo/s320/Peachtree+038.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1YSOA47I/AAAAAAAAB9g/pV0pa22HxnA/s1600/Peachtree+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1YSOA47I/AAAAAAAAB9g/pV0pa22HxnA/s320/Peachtree+041.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2-G65MuI/AAAAAAAAB_o/zjikE0YR3q8/s1600/Peachtree+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO2-G65MuI/AAAAAAAAB_o/zjikE0YR3q8/s320/Peachtree+049.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1dhXqdXI/AAAAAAAAB9o/cEFwLk1dNHI/s1600/Peachtree+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1dhXqdXI/AAAAAAAAB9o/cEFwLk1dNHI/s320/Peachtree+040.JPG" /></a>This is a picture of the finish line photographers, see them up there by the stoplight. You know them, the ones who can't get a good photo of you if you paid them.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1Q9v5TWI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/_bKmdfeY0N8/s1600/Peachtree+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO1Q9v5TWI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/_bKmdfeY0N8/s320/Peachtree+043.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO3WigfJnI/AAAAAAAAB_w/PSeYoqgS_YQ/s1600/Peachtree+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TDO3WigfJnI/AAAAAAAAB_w/PSeYoqgS_YQ/s320/Peachtree+046.JPG" /></a>The End.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">P.S. Let's just say I beat my husband by 6.2 miles and I'll leave it at that...</div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046711179434175704.post-69892935798482067792010-07-02T09:49:00.000-04:002010-07-02T09:49:07.215-04:00Third Times A Charm or Three Strikes Your Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TC3t2u_6dkI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/gL2HkerM_1s/s1600/2010peachtreeroadrace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV_HrWzlO1s/TC3t2u_6dkI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/gL2HkerM_1s/s200/2010peachtreeroadrace.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I am planning on running the <a href="http://www.atlantatrackclub.org/peachtree.htm">Peachtree Road Race</a> on the 4th. My shins are telling me something different.<br />
Probably not a good choice for my first post-injury race experience since the Nike Women's Half.<br />
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For the 3rd year in a row, I will stand in starting area and think "what the hell was I thinking?"...Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05317672925930347238noreply@blogger.com0