tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11419718390702567912024-03-05T21:32:44.074-08:00HefferBlogAdventures with friends, running, parenting, and life...Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.comBlogger415125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-15946640563325438062016-08-29T15:02:00.003-07:002016-08-29T15:02:44.351-07:0010 Year and Still Running!I guess I should write once every two years or so?<br />
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Betty made me promise that I would update the blog - only because we (the running heffers) celebrated an anniversary this past weekend - 10 years of running the "End of Summer" run from La Jolla to PB.<br />
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I'm not going to recap the last 10 years of running this event because it appears that I did that two years ago in my last post, and anyone who is TRULY interested can absolutely go <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2014/08/the-tradition-8-summers.html" target="_blank">back</a> and reread that epic post (not really epic).<br />
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The main reason to write this today is mostly to post some photos (even though most of them are already on Facebook - we could write tomes about how FB has destroyed blogging).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Same crew - Betty, Elsie, Mik and Walter before race...some things don't change</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Another post-race breakfast at The High Dive</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Another stack of breakfast beer glasses (no mimosas this time) </i></td></tr>
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Some things never change... We even went out on a Sunday night (much easier now that Turbo is about off to college in about 2 weeks, and DramaGirl is already going into her junior year at Boston University!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>A night out with the girls!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>and Walter at The Casbah (no there's a place we hadn't been to in ... a long time!)</i></td></tr>
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OK... maybe some things change. My hair is a little whiter, and I'm a little slower (my goal was just to finish the race in less than 40 minutes, which I did, but far off my 4 mile PR!), but the herd is still running and having fun!<br />
<br />Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-67001600623130151172014-08-24T17:55:00.001-07:002014-08-24T17:55:22.665-07:00The Tradition - 8 Summers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="text-align: left;">For my herd - Yes, it's blog post! Don't faint!</span></div>
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We started running in 2006. Wow, almost 9 years ago. It still amazes - that we ever got this crazy idea to start running. </div>
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In 2007, Elsie, Betty and I decided to do the End of Summer Fire Run for the first time. I have no idea why. Do you remember why we did this? Betty and I had run the AFC 1/2 Marathon for the first time the previous weekend. It was our first half. Maybe a four mile run sounded like fun? Maybe we signed up for the race before the half, not really thinking about what we were doing? <br />
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We hadn't run a marathon yet, so there was no Hefferblog to record the event. I was pretty surprised that I had a photo. Thank goodness Millie was there, or I probably wouldn't have any photos!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Fire Run 2007</b> - Elsie, Betty and D2... before she received her Heffername - Millie</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/fire-run-race-report.html" target="_blank">Fire Run 2008 </a></b>- I guess we convinced Mik to run with us this year. It looks like it was cool, but it probably wasn't. </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-i-blog-and-not-vlog.html" target="_blank">Fire Run 2009 </a></b>- The years of the neon, day-glo, glow-in-the-dark, lime green shirts. We ended up on local TV because of them!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-do-love-fire.html" target="_blank"><b>Fire Run 2010</b> </a>- Must have been another cloudy year, thus the sweatshirts. After-run breakfast at The High Dive with Irene and Michael. Apparently no Mik that year, but Walter decided to join us!</span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-weekends.html" target="_blank">Fire Run 2011</a></b> - Elsie and I are committed to the </i><i>neon, day-glo, glow-in-the-dark, lime green shirts.</i></td></tr>
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The only year we missed the Fire Run, was 2012. Actually, we had signed up for it, but the girls decided that I needed to see REO Speedwagon for my 50th birthday, so they kidnapped me for the weekend, and we missed it.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2012/09/turning-50-turning-17.html" target="_blank"> </a><b><a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2012/09/turning-50-turning-17.html" target="_blank">Fire Run 2012</a> </b>- DNS - We sent winetasting and REO Speedwagoning instead - An excellent tradeoff!</i></td></tr>
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So, for the last two years, I guess it's really become the end of summer tradition! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Fire Run 2013</b> - We were BAAAAACK! Big Crew at the PB Bar and Grill. You have to know that there would be no link to a previous blog where I wrote about the race ...the Hefferblog was clearly in decline by last year. I guess I could note here that there were quite a few PBs last year - myself and Walter included.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Fire Run 2014</b> - I guess we are kinda over the bright green now. Beautiful and sunny morning. We have certainly gotten a little lazy about our pre-race prep. Shout out and THANK YOU to Betty for carrying my and Walter's gear since we missed the bag check...GAH! (had to get one GAH! in there!!!)</i></td></tr>
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Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-89840884622879631422014-02-22T21:01:00.002-08:002014-02-22T21:02:59.543-08:00I Didn't Mean to PBMy running life has been quite the surprise recently*.<br />
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I mean, I thought that once I turned 50, I'd pretty much slow down...and by slow down, I mean that I thought I'd just start running slower, not run less.<br />
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But that's not how it's really worked out, not that I'm particularly running more, but I am running faster. I'm not sure why.<br />
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Take a look at my last five of the last six races. My PBs are in bold print. I've run all of these since turning 50.<br />
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<b>February 2014 - Sue Kren (15K) - 1:35:22 (10:15)</b><br />
February 2014 - Home of Guiding Hands (5K) - 28:23 (9:08)** and ***<br />
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<b>January 2014 - SuperRun (10K) - 57:39 (9:17)</b></div>
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<b>November 2013 - Run for the Hungry 5K - 26:38 (8:34)</b></div>
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<b>August 2013 - End of Summer Fire Run (4 Miles) - 35:12 (8:54)</b></div>
<b>March 2013 - San Diego 1/2 Marathon - 2:17:43 (10:31)</b><br />
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This morning's PR at the Sue Kren 15K was particularly surprising because I really, really, really hadn't intended to be anywhere near a personal best. First, the 15K distance is difficult. It's a long race. Not a 10K where you can push yourself, but not a half-mary either. Also, for the first time this particular race was a low tide run, on the sand.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Walter and me before the race. We won't make comments about the beautiful weather...but it was.</i></td></tr>
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Sand running has never been my favorite. To be honest, I avoid it like the plague, yet there I was this morning, running my first 15K in three years, on the sand. This morning's run was also the longest training run before the San Diego Half Marathon in two weeks, so my overall goal was to run slow, finish, and not get hurt.<br />
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And I honestly felt like I was taking it easy (or as easy as one can run 9.3 miles).<br />
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So, I was pretty surprised when I looked at my time this afternoon and realized that I had another personal best this year.<br />
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* No more surprising than a blog post by me!<br />
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** Disclaimer. The HGH5K was the last three miles of an eight mile run...and I feel pretty good about the close to 9 minute pace having already run 5.<br />
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*** Full disclosure, I actually won my age group in this race! Woot!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>My first "first place" medal!</i></td></tr>
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<br />Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-68587269362317177722013-11-17T20:39:00.000-08:002013-11-17T20:39:17.096-08:00Forgotten post...<i>Alice checks in: Several months ago (let's be honest here...it was last freekin' MARCH), I wrote this race report for the SD Half Marathon... It was an epic race. Still one of the best half marathons I've ever run. Seriously. No complaints. Not even a one.</i><br />
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<i>Still, for some reason, I never posted a race report. I seem to remember I was waiting for something...waiting for pictures...waiting for inspiration... waiting for? Oh heck, March was MONTHS ago. I have no idea what I was waiting for.</i><br />
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<i>This evening, I took a look at my sad blog and realized this report was still waiting here, so here it is. </i><br />
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You know how you run some races, and everything is great EXCEPT for the gear check in..and you get squashed in a mass of humanity who are also trying to check their gear, and so you start the race on sorta a sour note and that sorta becomes the tenor of the whole run?<br />
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or<br />
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You get to the race fine, BUT there are way too many walkers who have crashed your corral and you no sooner start running when you can't get around a solid line of them, 6 abreast, who are strolling along having a fine time chatting about... (let's be honest, you don't give an 'eff what they are chatting about. You just want them to get out of your way), and that seems to be the theme of the entire run... you expend all your energy zigging and zagging around walkers?<br />
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or<br />
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You finish running a race, and the post-race area is a complete cluster-eff, and all you want to do is get your medal, and then get the heck out of there, BUT even that is difficult because the gear pickup area is mess and it takes 45 minutes to get your bag, so the race ends on sorta a sour note?<br />
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or<br />
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The pre and post race events are well run and organized, but you just had a crappy run because you really didn't train enough, and you probably had no business being out there, but you paid for the race, so GAWD-DAMMIT, YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOUR MONIES WORTH!, so the whole race is just sorta painful?<br />
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The San Diego Half Marathon was none of those things. In fact, it was perfect.<br />
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You heard me. A GAWD-DAMN PERFECT RACE.<br />
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First of all, it was organized. From start to finish. You could tell that the race was put organized by people who actually run. (Sometimes you wonder, don't you?)<br />
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There were little things. The location was stellar. Starting a race near Petco in downtown San Diego meant that there were plenty of ways to get to the start. Lot's of roads in. Lots of roads out. Trolley options. Loads of parking (free on street. Plenty of lots)...and best of all. Because it is downtown San Diego, and near a major league ballpark, and the convention center, there are tons of services, which includes (and we all know how important this is) LARGE CONVENTION HOTELS WITH REAL RESTROOMS!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>SUHWEEET-I posted this on FB and tagged Mik, Betty, & Tak in the stalls...they weren't really in there, but I thought it would be funny to show up on their FB pages... I'm a good friend.</i></td></tr>
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We visited two hotel restrooms before the race. This one was at the Hilton. We walked across the most expensive (albiet cool) pedestrian bridge in the world to get to it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Pausing for a photo. That's Petco Park in the background. Did I mention it was a gorgeous morning? Pay no attention to Mik. She's always cold. No body fat. It's a problem.</i></td></tr>
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After our various tours of the hotel restrooms, we decided to line up for the race. We settled on Corral 8 (I was slated to start in 7, Mik in 3, Betty and Tak (that's Kat backwards. It's her new hefferblog name) in 10 or 11.<br />
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Mike was particularly nervous all morning. She'd hurt her knee about three weeks prior to this race while skiing, and hadn't been able to run. She swore up and down that she was going to run slow... yeah, fat chance of that!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Finding Irene in the crowd (actually, she found us) </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Pre-race excitement! </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The crew in corral 8</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Doreen, from the track club, spotted us and took this shot. </i></td></tr>
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And we were off... What a great start! Lots of room to run. No crowding. No like of walkers in front of me.<br />
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The ONLY unfortunately thing, is that my bladder finally woke up and decided it was full. You'd think two potty stops before a race would be enough, but no... not so much. ((sigh))<br />
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Anyway, I did not take care of THAT issue for a few more miles, so I ran.<br />
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I ended up thinking of this race as the sorta opposite route of every other San Diego coastal/Balboa Park run I've ever done. Instead of running around the harbor toward downtown (like we do in the AFC 1/2), we ran away from it. Instead of running toward the naval base (now liberty station) from the north (like we did in the old marathon course) we ran through it from the south. I did have flashbacks to when I was completing my one and only marathon as we ran up Barrett.<br />
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And despite having run these streets, around the harbor, the airport, more times than I can even count, the route still had some new. For example, I'd never run underneath Nimitz and into Liberty station, where we could COMPLETELY enjoy running for a bit on a dirt path (so kind on the legs). I'd never even run through Liberty station.<br />
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AND the aid stations. Sure there was water, or some kind of electrolyte beverage at every other one, but the SIGNAGE!!! Every water stop or aid station sign identified not only the mileage, but also how far it was to the NEXT water stop, aid station, restroom(!).<br />
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Like I said, this race was clearly organized by people who actually run.<br />
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Speaking of restrooms, around Mile 4, I just couldn't hold it any longer...also it was getting warm, so I stopped at a porta potty (my only porta potty use of the day!). I lost about 3 minute there...darn, but oh so worth it. I'd been running near Irene until then, but after the potty stop, I never saw her again.<br />
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Despite the potty stop, my splits for the first 9 miles were pretty good. My Garmin is set to pause when I stop, so it doesn't show the delay in the third mile for the the potty stop, but you can clearly see where I slowed.<br />
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<span id="j_id289:normalTable:j_id292">Split</span></div>
</th><th class="rich-table-subheadercell splitsHeader " id="j_id289:normalTable:t0header" scope="col" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://connect.garmin.com/api/activity/component/splits/images/splits-header-bg.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; white-space: nowrap;"><div id="j_id289:normalTable:t0header:sortDiv" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">
<span id="j_id289:normalTable:j_id298">Time</span></div>
</th><th class="rich-table-subheadercell splitsHeader " id="j_id289:normalTable:t1header" scope="col" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://connect.garmin.com/api/activity/component/splits/images/splits-header-bg.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; white-space: nowrap;"><div id="j_id289:normalTable:t1header:sortDiv" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">
<span id="j_id289:normalTable:j_id304">Distance</span></div>
</th><th class="rich-table-subheadercell splitsHeader " id="j_id289:normalTable:t2header" scope="col" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://connect.garmin.com/api/activity/component/splits/images/splits-header-bg.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; height: 32px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; white-space: nowrap;"><div id="j_id289:normalTable:t2header:sortDiv" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">
<span id="j_id289:normalTable:j_id310">Avg Pace</span></div>
</th></tr>
</thead><tfoot>
<tr class="rich-table-subfooter splitsFooter" style="background-color: #f1f1f1; height: 28px; position: relative; text-align: right;"><td class="rich-table-subfootercell splitsFooter " scope="col" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; height: 28px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; position: relative; text-align: center;">Summary</td><td class="rich-table-subfootercell splitsFooter " scope="col" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; height: 28px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; position: relative; text-align: center;">2:14:41.8</td><td class="rich-table-subfootercell splitsFooter " scope="col" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; height: 28px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; position: relative; text-align: center;">13.31</td><td class="rich-table-subfootercell splitsFooter " scope="col" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; height: 28px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; position: relative; text-align: center;">10:07</td></tr>
</tfoot><tbody id="j_id289:normalTable:tb">
<tr class="rich-table-row rich-table-firstrow splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:0:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:0:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:40.0</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:0:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:0:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:40</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:1:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">2</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:1:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:36.2</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:1:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:1:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:36</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:2:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">3</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:2:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">10:00.6</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:2:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:2:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">10:01</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:3:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">4</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:3:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:27.5</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:3:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:3:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:27</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:4:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">5</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:4:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:47.2</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:4:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:4:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:47</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:5:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">6</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:5:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:36.3</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:5:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:5:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:36</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:6:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">7</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:6:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:56.8</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:6:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:6:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:57</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:7:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">8</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:7:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:46.3</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:7:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:7:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:46</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:8:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:8:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">11:13.4</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:8:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:8:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">11:13</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:9:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">10</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:9:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">12:44.7</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:9:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:9:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">12:45</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:10:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">11</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:10:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">10:28.3</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:10:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:10:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">10:28</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:11:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">12</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:11:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">10:08.5</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:11:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:11:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">10:08</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:12:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">13</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:12:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:25.7</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:12:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">1.00</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:12:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:26</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:13:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">14</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:13:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">2:48.2</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:13:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">0.31</td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:13:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">9:03</td></tr>
<tr class="rich-table-row splitsRow splitsRowHighlight" style="background-color: #e3f4ff; height: 28px;"><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:14:j_id291" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:14:t0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:14:t1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="rich-table-cell " id="j_id289:normalTable:14:t2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<br />
Care to guess where the hill was?<br />
<br />
Yep, at mile 9, we took a left and ran up Washington Street. For those of you who have flown into San Diego...you know how you come into the city over a hill? Yeah, to get out of downtown, you have to go up one of them. Actually, Washington isn't the worst hill to go up. It coulda been worse.<br />
<br />
My goal was to run as much of the hill as I could and walk for less than 1/4 mile of it. I also wanted to save my legs, because the last three miles took us back down hill, into downtown San Diego, so instead of running UP 6th Avenue (memories of AFC), we ran down it.<br />
<br />
Now I generally prefer running down a hill than running up it, but I could definitely feel that my legs were taking a pounding as I tried to cruise down the hill. In fact, those were some of my slower miles. I kept telling myself, mostly, to just stay in control. I didn't want to accidentally trip over a crack in the road and become road pizza.<br />
<br />
At least once I got back onto 5th avenue, I could feel the crowd that had gathered along 5th avenue. Most were, no doubt, cheering for family or friends, but I always pretend they are cheering for me (don't you?)<br />
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<i>So this is where I stopped. So perhaps I was right, I was waiting for race photos or after race photos. </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I did finish the race with a personal best (official) time of 2:17. Clearly my Garmin (below) said something a little bit different.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>We ate and then danced to the post-race band, The English Beat, my favorite. Unbelievable that after running 13.1 miles, we had it in us to dance, but we did.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>It was an epic day!</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>This is what I thought my time was, but the Garmin must have paused at the potty stop</i> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Irene and I rocked out to The Beat</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Afterwards, I gushed at the lead singer for The Beat and Betty, Mik and I took a picture with him.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>And the band gave us their set list... We were such groupies!</i></td></tr>
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<br />Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-58575956767073244882013-06-07T12:16:00.001-07:002013-06-07T12:16:41.441-07:00Boot Camp Month - Week 1I'm toward the end of week 1 of boot camp and this is what I've done so far<div>
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June 1 - 7 mile run/10:06 pace</div>
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June 2 - 3.5 mile run/11:00 pace (hills) and 90 minute <a href="http://www.corepoweryoga.com/information/classdescriptions#CorePower%20Yoga%202" target="_blank">CorePower Yoga 2 at CorePower</a></div>
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June 3 -<a href="http://www.corepoweryoga.com/information/classdescriptions#Hot%20Power%20Fusion" target="_blank">Hot Power Fusion Yoga at CorePower</a></div>
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June 4 - Bootcamp at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/sweatfitnessSD?fref=ts" target="_blank">SWEAT</a></div>
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June 5 - <a href="http://www.corepoweryoga.com/information/classdescriptions#CorePower%20Yoga%202" target="_blank">CP2 Yoga</a> and <a href="http://www.sdspin.com/" target="_blank">Spin class at Spinage</a></div>
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June 6 - Bootcamp at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/sweatfitnessSD?fref=ts" target="_blank">SWEAT</a> & Run at Lake BP 3 miles</div>
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June 7 - 2 hour ride (later today w/Mik, Betty, and Seven. The crew rides AGAIN!)</div>
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June 1 - 163.5</div>
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June 7 - 166</div>
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Here's what I've learned so far:</div>
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<li><b>I am sore. </b>Adding in the bootcamp element is a completely necessary part of bootcamp month. I haven't done any weight/resistance training since I stopped working out with Kelly a couple months ago. I'm glad I'm doing it again.</li>
<li>Doing <b>yoga for the last two months is saving my ASS</b> as far as the bootcamp workouts go. Nobody is more surprised that I like Hot or Corepower Yoga more than I am. You no doubt remember back to all my bitching and whining about haaaaaaaaaaating the heeeeeeeeet. I don't complain like that ONLY on the blog. I'm a real joy to be around in the heat in person as well.</li>
<li><b>I did not do nearly enough cardio this week</b>. Not enough cardio = not enough calories burned.</li>
<li>Also related to #3 above - substituting crackers and chips for wine will NOT result in weight loss.<b> I'd be better off consuming 100 "empty" calories drinking wine than consuming 500 "empty" calories by polishing off a bag of Cheez-its. </b></li>
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So that's it for now. Now for a two hour ride... I haven't been on my bike in months. This should be interesting!</div>
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Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-61783508439545295782013-06-02T15:33:00.001-07:002013-06-07T12:16:54.968-07:00Boot Camp MonthOh, hello there blog-o-world! How are ya?<br />
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Is there a blog world any more? See...not only have I been a very, very, very bad blog-writer, I haven't even been a good blog reader lately. ((bows head in shame)).<br />
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In truth, I've composed MANY, MANY, mental blog entries in the last several months. Blogs in which I ponder the whether or not hot yoga will prepare me for running in the hot and humid SoCal summer, blogs in which I make witty commentary about being married to the same dude for 21 years, blogs in which I comment on the nutty things that regularly happen when one teaches at a two-year college, blogs in which I boast about the accomplishments of both my amazing kids, followed by additional blogs in which I question my ability to successfully parent two teenagers. </div>
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I have an almost finished blog that I REALLY WROTE about the San Diego Half Marathon last March. For some reason, I never published it. I'm not sure why. It's not a bad race report. It certainly was a fabulous event... I'm sure I'll finish it and post it eventually. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Here's one pre-race photo of Me, Betty, Mik and Tak (Kat's hefferblog name)</i></td></tr>
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But lamenting on the myriad of reasons why I haven't written recently is NOT the reason I am writing today.</div>
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The real reason is that I'm making a BIG change in my life for the month of June. June is BOOT CAMP MONTH!</div>
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Here are the rules of BOOT CAMP MONTH</div>
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<li>Workout at least twice a day five days a week, and at least once a day on the other two days.</li>
<li>Alternate between hot yoga, running, boot camp, spin class, or cycling.</li>
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<li>No alcohol</li>
<li>Be accountable</li>
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You read it right. A whole friggen month* with no mimosas, no margaritas, NO WINE. The whole focus will be to be on getting into the most kick-ass shape of my soon-to-be-51-year-old life.</div>
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Well...I've been thinking about it for awhile. It started with my last doctor's visit last August (yes... it took me almost a year to do this. Don't judge.) Apparently when I turned 50, I became more interesting to my actual doctor, so for the first time in my 7 or 8 year relationship with this particular doctor's office, I had an appointment with THE doctor and not the physician's assistant (truth be told, I prefer the assistant).</div>
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There were a number of things that I didn't enjoy about that visit, most of them having to do with the doctor's manner. She was rather rude, abrupt, and made some judgements about me that I thought were unfair given that she'd only known me for, oh I don't know, about 10 minutes.</div>
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In short, she told me that I should lose some weight. I told her that I could run a half marathon (and wondered if she could) and that I really didn't focus on the scale.</div>
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Then she asked me about my eating and drinking habits. You know, the kinds of questions that doctors are supposed to ask, and when I honestly answered revealing how much and how often I drink, she said something like.</div>
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Needless to say, I'll be finding a new doctor, but her comment sorta stuck with me.</div>
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<b>If I stopped drinking, I'd drop 10-15 pounds.</b></div>
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Then this happened.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Mik got me interested in CorePower Yoga, and suddenly I became addicted to it. I've been trying to go at least twice a week.</i></td></tr>
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And this happened.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Elsie goes here...and it was such a good deal, so I bought it. Then Elsie broke her ankle, so we didn't go. The Groupon expires in July, so I need to start using the sessions I paid for. I HATE not using a Groupon.</i></td></tr>
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But the final straw was this</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I was going to personal trainer (Kelly) last fall, but that became too costly to continue. Then Kelly started her own personal training business and is doing a June Boot Camp.</i></td></tr>
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I figure the fitness-gods were conspiring, so June is officially BOOT CAMP month. I have a whole calendar worked out that includes Kelly's Boot Camp on Tuesday and Thursday. Spin classes on Monday and Wednesday. Yoga at least 3 days a week. Running at least 3 days a week. Weekend rides AND I'm taking up THE doctor on her challenge... No alcohol. Let's just say that I am testing her hypothesis.</div>
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And I decided to add some accountability by posting regularly about my workouts AND my weight.</div>
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<b>June Workouts</b></div>
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June 1 - 7 mile run/10:06 pace</div>
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June 2 - 3.5 mile run/11:00 pace (hills) and Yoga</div>
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June 1 - 163.5**</div>
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* full disclosure. It's not really a full month. BOOT camp month starts today and goes to June 27, which is my and Walter's 21st anniversary. </div>
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**Kelly took measurements, but I didn't write them down. I'll get them from her on Tuesday and post them as well.</div>
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Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-73437064810697041062013-02-16T09:02:00.000-08:002013-02-16T09:02:36.755-08:00SaviorsSooooo.... I'm not running on a Saturday morning...<br />
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Yep, I am NOT running on a Saturday morning. Long story short is that I am supposed to run a 5K a little later this morning, and Mik went skiing this weekend, and Betty is in NYC, and Elsie destroyed her ankle by missing a step, so Mik and I opted to run late yesterday afternoon instead on the Mission Beach Boardwalk.<br />
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Now I'm not sure I'll be doing the 5K, but more on that later...<br />
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Doing a long run late in the afternoon is not typical for me, or probably for any runner for that matter. We runners are typically early morning peeps. The races start (well most of them anyway) early in the am. Our long runs begin early on. In fact, yesterday's 8 miler was probably the first time I've EVER run for that long late in the day (We started running at 4:30)<br />
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It wasn't a stellar run. In fact it was down right difficult, probably because I was running with speedy Mik and even though I KNOW she was plodding along to run at my pace, for me it FELT more like a race pace. Looking back at my Garmin stats now though, I can see that it wasn't. Maybe it was just the time of day...<br />
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Also, it was DRY. The weather page doesn't really indicate that there was low humidity, but it FELT dry. We stopped at nearly every drinking fountain along the way. Of course, I did an absolutely crappy job of hydrating all day BEFORE the run, which could have been part of the problem.<br />
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On the plus side. It was beautiful out...<br />
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And it was almost the perfect temperature.<br />
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We ran on the boardwalk and it was CROWDED... apparently we were not the only ones who thought that seeing the sunset was a good idea. Since it's a four day weekend, at least two frat houses appeared to have rented places on the beach and were in early bash-mode. In the more crowded areas (in front of Lahaina's or Kona's...locals, you know the places), we would pick up the pace just to get through the crowd more quickly.<br />
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Mik and I ran along, chatted about everything and anything (although after awhile, it was mostly Mik chatting and me grunting along). We ran up the coast, then ran toward Bird Rock. On the way back, we ran down a street with no outlet, and ended up run/walking a beach trail along the cliff...it was lovely.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No complaints...</td></tr>
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Although, as I said before, we both were hella thirsty, and my tummy? Along the way, it started to twinge...you know the feeling. I almost stopped at one of the SEVERAL restrooms on the boardwalk, but I thought that I could make it back to the start.<br />
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And I was close to making it all the way...so close. About 1/4 mile from our start point, my intestines started to tighten (you know the feeling), and I had to GO...like IMMEDIATELY!<br />
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I told Mik I was going to walk for a bit (she must have though I was CRAZY... I mean, we were less than a 1/4 mile from our start), so I slowed, hoping that I could walk it off, or at least make it to the lifeguard tower...but it became quickly, and clearly evident that THAT wasn't going to happen, so I started to panic, which, by the way, is NOT the best thing to do when you have tummy issues.<br />
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There were plenty of people out on their patios, cocktailing, waiting for the sunset. The first patio I spotted had three young guys (about in their 20's), but yes, even in my moments of most dire need, I am a diva and when I looked at them, their youth, the empty beer cans lying about, I made an immediate and stereotypical assumption that their bathroom would probably be really bad, so I decided to ask the next available people.<br />
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Luckily, a few patio's down, there were what appeared to be a couple, about my age or a little older, and what I am guessing was their adult age son...and let me tell you, but this time, I was DESPERATE, and I as I tried to think about what I could say that would be compelling enough to persuade strangers to let me use their facility, I could only come up with.<br />
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"Excuse me, but can I ask you a question... Do you run?"<br />
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Yeah... They really didn't look like runners, but hell, neither do I.<br />
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You can imagine the surprised looks on their faces. "uh no?"<br />
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So lord only knows what I said next, but I think it was something like... "wellwhenyourunsometimesyouhavetogoandnowisoneofthosetimesformeandifIdon'tgonowit'sgonnagetuglyreallyfast (short breath) canIpleaseuseyourbathroom?" ((wild-eyed look of desperation)).<br />
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I think one of the men was going to say no, and had started to point down the boardwalk to the public restrooms, but the woman, bless her soul, must have seen the look of panic in my eyes, and said the words of my salvation "sure dear, inside and to the left."<br />
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There are good people in the world.<br />
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As I left, I thanked them again, and again. I'm sure I left them with a good story to tell their friends (remember the time when that crazy woman needed to use our bathroom...what a nut!)<br />
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So, I was dehydrated, for sure. All last night I felt queasy (I still feel it somewhat this morning). I drank water all night and barely peed. None of these are good signs. You'd think after seven years of running, I'd know better.<br />
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Of course, now I'm considering running a 5K. It's an odd little race. The start is at 11:00. It's a local, small run. I'm signed up for it and have my bib and timer. I'll keep you posted.Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-27177050585408123922013-01-14T10:51:00.000-08:002013-01-14T11:16:46.284-08:00So long to one of the herd...We lost a supporting cast member of the Hefferblog this week.<br />
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This frequent, if unmentioned, Hefferblog guest never received a pseudonym. We simply called her "The Pilot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The earliest photo I could find of the Pilot - January 2004</td></tr>
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The Pilot has made numerous appearances in this blog. Most of the photos feature it's backside.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">Daisy, Lucinda, Mona and I tailgating before a Journey concert October 2011 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mik, making sure that all the luggage was secure. Getting to the airport to go to Tahoe - January 2010 </td></tr>
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In the last few years, the Pilot became the "go to" car for cycling events because we could fit four bikes in the back and still have seating for four people.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From last April's Gran Fondo </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Many of the backside photos of the Pilot, also include Betty's backside since she would usually take over loading duties. This was from the Gran Fondo April 2012</td></tr>
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Other appearances featured the inside of the Pilot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DramaGirl and Millie, our designated drivers in Napa during the Napa to Sonoma 1/2 Marathon - July 2011 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Betty really never liked being in the second row, but was willing to bear it anyway, like for this short ride to the bay - September 2009</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clarence and a couple of bikes - June 2009</td></tr>
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But the Pilot did more than cart around heffers and their bikes. The primary purpose of bringing the Pilot into our lives back in 2003 was to cart kids around.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least 7 of these kids got to Turbo's 8th birthday party at a San Diego Gull's Hockey Game - February 2006</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ski trip to Mammoth with the cousins - March 2008</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Same kids, same trip, two years later - December 2010</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday parties - Drama Girl and Friends - September 2009</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turbo - Excited after a day of Skiing at Big Bear - February 2008</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DramaGirl and Turbo, on the roof of the Pilot at Snow Valley - January 2009</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't care if you eat in the car! - November 2012</td></tr>
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Certainly, the Pilot has gotten us to early morning races<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walter driving a whole herd, and a few other friends, to the Rock and Roll Marathon - June 2008</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And also dropping us off at the Rock and Roll 1/2 Marathon - June 2010</td></tr>
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Many have slept in the Pilot<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DramaGirl - napping after an unknown event - April 2007</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mik and Alberta, snoozing after Surf City Half - February 2010</td></tr>
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And mostly, we (my family, my friends) have had many, many, many adventures in the Pilot<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DramaGirl was oh-so-thrilled to wear the cummerbund and be our designated photographer - Napa to Sonoma 1/2 Marathon weekend - July 2011 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On our way to see a show DramaGirls, friends, and moms (Ally and AJ I think) - September 2007</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unloading Skis and Snow (we like to call it Dirt) Valley - January 2009</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Parking too close to the Pilot... June 2010</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Using the back seat to change into dry clothes after running in the rain - December 2008 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riding bikes with DramaGirl and Turbo - April 2009 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the Vegas Strip - April 2009 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Passing time as we drove to the Grand Canyon - July 2010</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the last heffer-adventures during my 50th b-day celebration. I don't know it but I'll be going to see REO speedwagon at Rincon with the WHOLE HERD!!! August 2012</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And of course, I braved teaching Cori how to drive in the Pilot (although we quickly learned that a teenager really doesn't need a car that seats 8 people... June 2011</td></tr>
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Recently, the Pilot started having some mechanical problems, with almost 120,000 miles on it, that's not too surprising. The night of REO Speedwagon, we had to call AAA to charge a way-dead battery, about a week ago, our mechanic told us we needed to replace the engine mount. We wondered if the $700-$1000 repairs would start to become more frequent occurrences, so we decided to trade it in on a newer car...maybe one with some more "modern" features.<br />
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So, as we cleared out the back of the Pilot, looked under the seats, dug through the nooks and crannies to make sure that we weren't leaving anything of value behind, I admit, I got a little teary. I mean, I was ready to trade it in for a newer model, but still...that darn car held a whole LOT of good memories...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emptying out the backside - one last time</td></tr>
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Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-77428518644017691052013-01-09T09:47:00.001-08:002013-01-09T09:54:51.317-08:00Happy New Year!Wow... Only 22 posts last year. I don't have anything really to say about that other than, I am still hanging onto this blog anyway. I'm not sure why. I guess I am afraid of losing the mojo that came along with starting it. People who have met me in the last five years are surprised to hear me talk about my life before blogging/running. They assume that because I run, ride, workout now, it's always been that way. Nothing, of course, could be further from the truth, so like a baseball player who is reticent to give up his lucky bat for fear of losing the ability to hit a ball, I am unlikely to give up my "lucky blog" for fear of being sloth-like again.<br />
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That being said, I was really flattered over the weekend when one of my young cousins, who has started running called me to ask me (the family running expert!) for advise about her shin splints (yeah, if there's something I can give advice about, it's running injuries!)<br />
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So, it's January again. Five years ago, I started writing about my adventures with the herd as we embarked upon running our first (and so far only) marathon. To be honest, the last 4 years, I've been pretty much going non-stop. This year, I really slowed it down. A LOT. This past year, I ran in only THREE (3) organized races, but set a PR in two of them (the <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-friends-in-world-carlsbad-half.html" target="_blank">Carlsbad 1/2 Marathon</a> last January, and the <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-yeahi-forgot-to-post-race-report.html" target="_blank">SuperRun 10K</a> in February. Most of the year was somehow dedicated to cycling. Betty, Mik and I rode in four organized rides including the <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2012/11/100-miles.html" target="_blank">Bike the Coast Century</a> in November. Elsie decided that riding was not for her, and sold her bike. Wilma joined us occasionally.<br />
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I'm not sure about this cycling thing. Betty loves riding, but I'm sorta MEH about it, especially the longer distances and especially THE HILLS (hate 'em). It takes a long time to ride a bike 100 miles, and even longer to train for it. I'll continue to ride this year, but I'm not sure I'll do another century for awhile.<br />
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That being said, we are looking into again doing the <a href="http://senoritacentury.com/" target="_blank">Senorita Century</a> (the 60 mile course) in March, because I almost NEVER mean it when I say, "I won't do THAT again!"<br />
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I've also been working out with a personal trainer since June, which I've rather enjoyed. I certainly enjoy seeing something that resembles arm and/or (gasp) stomach muscles. If I were to have a resolution for the new year, it would be to have some mad ab musclez... and to have calves that are thin enough so that I can wear boots.<br />
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I feel like I'm sort of stuck in a place right now where I'm not sure what my next big goal should be. This leaves me feeling a little disconcerted. Since it is January, I have joined the San Diego Track Club's Rockin' and Runnin' program again. Right now, several of us (Betty, Mik, Elsie, and Edith (!!)) are signed up for the <a href="http://www.sdhalfmarathon.com/" target="_blank">San Diego Half Marathon</a> in March, which is the week after the Senorita Century. So March is also looking to be a pretty crazy month.<br />
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I keep thinking that maybe I'll run another marathon this year, but we'll see. I am pretty sure I won't be able to convince anyone other than BBJ to run it with me.<br />
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I also think about blogging regularly again. My biggest regret for 2012 is that I didn't blog enough. Instead, I put together an end of year slide show for the herd. It's long (about 12 minutes), but it definitely highlights some of the adventures this past year. I'm not sure if the audio will work... if you want the original slide show, <a href="https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42314008/The%20Herd%20-%202012-Medium.m4v" target="_blank">click on this link</a> to my dropbox account public folder. (It may take awhile to download...it's a huge file!)<br />
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Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-39521708424754895812012-11-12T18:55:00.001-08:002012-11-12T18:55:20.407-08:00100 Miles...... is a long time to ride on a bike!
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or when asked this week, "How was the ride?" My line was, "Well...the first 90 miles were easy..."</div>
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In truth, it felt pretty self-indulgent to do a century on the beautiful SoCal coast when so many on the east coast were without power and were (and still are) trying to have patience while getting their lives back into something that more closely resembles order. As I am now a very, very, very part time blogger at best, I have sorta lost contact with some (many) of my east coast blogger friends. <a href="http://www.rockstartri.com/" target="_blank">Some blog regularly</a>, <a href="http://reecriff.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">some less so</a>, some maybe have <a href="http://vickiesjournals.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">stopped all together</a>, but luckily due to the magic that is Facebook, I still keep in touch with more than a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ShoshSkier" target="_blank">few</a> of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/gregg.evangelist" target="_blank">you</a>. </div>
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In any event, as I cruised up and down the SoCal coast last weekend, on a particularly brilliant and perfect day, I couldn't help but think how blessed I am to live in this part of the world, how lucky I am to be able to do the things I love to do, and even while I write this, I am struck by how enviable my life may be, if only for the fact that our home has electricity and I have the power, literally, to use my computer.</div>
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100 miles gives you a LOT of time to think about things...<br />
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The herd (well...three of us) completed our first Century, and Wilma completed a 50 miler. The course for the century was one that we have been on, in shorter segments, plenty of times. Up and down the coast, from the Oceanside Pier through Del Mar, then a short loop around Carmel Valley, then back up to Oceanside...Twice for the Century, once (obviously) for the 50 mile route.</div>
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On the way south, there was a nice tailwind and so we flew, as we headed north, it was into the wind, so we formed our pace line and pulled each other along.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was still darkish when we pulled into a parking structure near the Oceanside Pier. We were pretty efficient in getting our stuff together and organized for the morning. The biggest question was how many layers of clothing to wear. The morning was a little cool</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the start. The Century riders started at 6:50...we started at 7:05. Don't we look snazzy with our alternating lime-green and black sleeves?</td></tr>
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The first 25 miles of the ride was crowded, which led to some frustrations along the way, especially through Carlsbad and Encinitas where there is lots of stopping and starting due to traffic lights, but for the most part, everyone was polite. Before the ride, Mik said she was going to say hello to everyone who we passed, so I followed suit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mik and I at the 25 mile SAG stop. The morning wasn't cloudy, but it was so darn early when we started, and it was before the time change, so it was sorta dawn-y, so I wore the yellow lenses. They worked out really well.</td></tr>
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At the 25 mile SAG, we we caught up to Wilma (or she caught up to us). She'd left before we did, but had stopped at a 13 mile SAG. I was (and still am) so proud of her. We chatted for a little bit and decided to leave together, but we lost her at a stoplight.<br />
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The second 25 miles were back up the coast, and into the coast winds...and it was windy last Saturday. We headed back out onto the route which took a little loop up El Camino Real and then toward Villa De La Valle, the Del Mar Race Track, and the back to the coast. As we headed toward El Camino Real, we saw probably one of the scariest things of the day, a cyclist down on the road with paramedics around her. I could see the blood on the road and a VERY still body lying face up. It didn't look good. There's a post on Facebook from the ride that she's OK, but it definitely gave everyone something to think about. Being safe.<br />
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The ride up El Camino Real was probably the longest assent in the whole ride...maybe a 5 or 6% grade, but it's longish (maybe about 2 miles) But the good thing about going UPhill is getting to go down!<br />
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Wheeeeee. I got up to about 39mph on the first descent.<br />
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The 50 mile SAG offered us Subway Sandwiches (which I took), and both a view of the ocean AND the finish line. Note to self: don't sign up for another century that is a double loop. I felt fine, but I really wanted to stop and have a beer. I'm not gonna lie. But we had a century to do, so off we went!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again... I have NO IDEA what i was taking a picture of...and I only add this photo now because I had noticed that Mik kept adjusting her "seat." She told us later that she'd gone "butterless" for the ride, something that we all found amazing and EXTREMELY AMUSING!!!</td></tr>
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As we headed south, we saw Wilma again headed into Oceanside. She said she was done for the day. Big thumbs up to her!<br />
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Miles 50 - 75 miles were the same as the first, back down the coast, only warmer and THANKFULLY, less crowded. With the wind at our backs, we cruised down the coast. I turned off the 1 mile "lap" timer on my Garmin, so I have no idea what our pace was for Miles 50-75, but they certainly FELT faster. Before we knew it, we were back at SAG 1, which was now SAG 3.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At 75 miles, we took pix of our feet. And yes, we have matching cow socks.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somehow Betty thought everyone needed to put their hands on my leg....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just like we did in this shot (from the Nike Women's 1/2 LAST October) ... I have no idea how she remembers these things..</td></tr>
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As you might guess, the last 25 miles were the toughest. Although to be honest, it was really the last 10 that were the worst. It was hot; I was tired (not so much physically, but mentally); AND because I was tired of PB&J or cookies or Powerbars or Sandwiches, I didn't eat anything at the 75 mile SAG, just some GU, I was HUNGRY! Betty pulled us up El Camino Real and out to the coast (2nd descent wasn't as fast as the first, but I think I got caught at a light...still I topped out at about 34mph); Seven did a masterful pull into the coastal headwinds (see below); then Mik pulled us along for awhile. I think she may have been frustrated (or hungry) because we kept asking her to slow down.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See how you can't see Seven in this shot...that's because Betty and Mik are in such a kick-ass pace line. </td></tr>
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I noticed along the way that Mik waved at all the trains. She's a kinder-teacher through and through. I love her!</div>
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With about 8 miles to go, it was my turn to pull. I do think this is where my "runners mentality" really helped because I just put my head down and pedaled as hard as I could. I felt how I usually feel in teh last mile of a half marathon, where I tell myself that it's only a mile, that I've run plenty of MILES, and that if I run really fast, I will be done SOONER, and then I can STOP.</div>
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The BEST thing of all happened on the way back with about 2 miles to go, as we were headed back into Oceanside, there was an uphill left turn on PCH. I've made this left LOTS of times. Sometimes we get lucky and there's no oncoming traffic so that we don't have to stop on a hill; sometimes we don't. And it's tricky because we can't always see the oncoming traffic because it's a little rolling hill, so there's no way to really time it. </div>
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We (and by we, I mean me, Mik, Seven, Betty, and a few other century riders who we'd been clumped with) crossed over to the left turn lane and as we neared the street where we needed to turn, a car appeared over the hill...which meant we HAD TO STOP...ON A HILL... AT 98.5 MILES... GAH!!!!!</div>
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I screamed out I LOVE YOU!!! because at that moment, I did!</div>
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Bike the coast had a lovely bike valet, and the race organizer, coordinator person met us at the finish line and literally almost walked us to the bike valet and made sure we knew where the food was, where the first aid was, where are medals were. I am hoping that they did this with ALL the riders and not just us because we looked as if we needed the extra help.</div>
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Truth is, we did. I think we walked around pretty aimlessly for about 20 minutes before we figured out where the food was (they gave us $5 in vouchers to use at a number of food truck/tent type places. I was thrilled to find a Tin Fish on the Oceanside Pier because they have THE BEST FISH TACO...or at least they do at their location that is next to PETCO (the ballpark where the Padres play in downtown San Diego, not the pet store...that's just wrong). </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Afterwards... We used an upsidedown trash can for a table and had some food and beverages You'll have to take my word on the bevvies because Betty told me it was the new rule to not be photographed with bevvies any more.... we'll see....</td></tr>
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Once we ate, we were fueled and ready for some laughs... This was Seven's first even with us, so she needed to experience a full Heffer Event.</div>
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It started with Betty, who convinced the race announcer that we had won the "Best Jersey Contest," which, until Betty decided we'd won, there wasn't one.</div>
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We also had some fun, posing for photos in front of the Green Screen.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since the green in our shirts matched the green screen, the photographer had some difficulty getting us to<br />"stand out."</td></tr>
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Apparently, that wasn't silly enough...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mik thought Betty would be doing the other side of a "heffer-bump" but Betty was having none of it.</td></tr>
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A random "Heffer Fan" took this shot and sent it to Betty. People did seem to really like the Heffer jerseys. They definitely make a statement, about what I'm not sure, but a statement nonetheless.<br />
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All in all it was a great ride, and while I don't see myself doing a Century in the near future (sorry Seven...the weeks of training leading up to the Century just ate a bit too much into family time on weekends), I am glad I did it. Once again, we Heffers proved to ourselves that we can do anything we put our minds to, and (perhaps most importantly) have fun while we are at it!<br />
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Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-64329285617602453742012-10-28T13:28:00.002-07:002012-10-28T13:28:44.686-07:00When the Nice Guy turns into a Bad Boy...A long time ago (after all...aren't all my posts from a long time ago), I wrote about how <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/nice-guys-and-bad-boys.html" target="_blank">running was the bad boy in my life, and cycling was the nice guy</a>.<br />
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Basically my thesis was that running, for the most part, beat me up, caused injuries, and could be downright difficult; whereas cycling treated me well, didn't hurt me, and for the most part was relatively easy...I mean cycling became easy once I figured out how to not fall over in the clip-ins...but overall, cycling treated me well, really well, spoiled me even with kindness and injury free riding.<br />
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So here's how to make a nice guy turn bad; that is, here's how you take a nice guy, push him to his limits, and cause him to hurt you and abuse you.</div>
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I'm here to say that my name is Alice, and I'm in an abusive relationship with cycling. In the last three or four weeks, I've been letting the nice guy abuse me. It's my fault really. I let him do it. I could have walked away. Really, I could have. But let's not kid ourselves. I've always been a glutton for punishment.<br />
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I've always been the kind of girl who thinks she can tame the wild ones.</div>
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The problem really started about two months ago. As the mileage in our training together increased, as did the elevation of the hills, so did the abuse. It started off with some little things. After some training rides, when I typically feel pretty good, I started to notice that my hamstrings actually ached. I noticed that I was going through a fair amount of Chamois Butter. I didn't take it seriously though. I was kinda happy that the nice guy was taking charge. In fact I probably encouraged the situation by taking on longer rides and trying to tackle more hills.</div>
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But I also started to notice that the nice guy was taking on more and ore of my time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Five plus hours to ride 74 miles...and that's just riding time! My Garmin stops when I do at stoplights and SAG stops. That particular ride probably started around 7:00... </i></td></tr>
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and those looooooooooooooong-ass rides left me really, really, really tired.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Yep, Betty, Seven*, and I are a chipper looking bunch after 74 miles</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I barely made it through the Aztec game the following weekend...or the <a href="http://www.101kgb.com/pages/kgbskyshowxxxvii.html" target="_blank">KGB Sky Show that followed...</a></i></td></tr>
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Even still... I came back the next weekend for more of the nice guy and for more abuse, and he served it up the following weekend, but with a cruel twist.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Halfway through the longest training ride. San Diego to San Clemente and back... we were looking pretty spry at that point. My goal that day was to finish the ride in about six hours so that Walter and I could make it to an Aztec tailgate party</i></td></tr>
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Not more than ten minutes after that last shot was taken, I hit a divot pretty hard and blew out my back tire....</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>It took three guys, three tubes, four C02 cartridges, two C02 cartridge inflation devices, and almost an hour to change one tire...causing a 6 hour ride to become a 7 hour ride (which made me really late for an Aztec game, and the subsequent sky show...see above)</i></td></tr>
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In addition, I think the nice guy was jealous of the herd's typical after-ride festivities and celebrations! All those loooooooooooooong-ass, multiple-hour, tire-changing rides, resulted in rides ending so late on Saturdays, and because The Herd has families, and other events to eventually get to on Saturday nights, we DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TIME FOR MIMOSAS!!!!</div>
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GAH!!!!!!!</div>
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I should have seen the signs, the nice guy was taking over my life!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I scrolled through three months of photos, and the closest I could come to a photo of a mimosa is this...the two beers Betty and I had after the 74 mile ride...and we only stopped for those because we needed food and luckily Rubios has both food AND beer!</i></td></tr>
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But the ultimate hurt came yesterday, on our last training ride before next week's century. First of all, I broke almost all the rules of being prepared for a long ride. I stayed up too late the night before. I didn't eat anything before riding. I didn't eat enough during the ride. I figured it was ONLY 50 MILES... I mean, after the 60+, 70+, and 80+ rides I'd been doing, I didn't really need to take a measly little 50 miler, very seriously right?<br />
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I was wrong.<br />
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It was HOT yesterday. AGAIN!!! I don't like to complain about the weather because I know that the east coast is about to batten down for the storm of the century, but let's just say that it is NOVEMBER HERE PEOPLE...ENOUGH WITH THE HEAT ALREADY!!!!</div>
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Seriously, we have not seen fall yet. It's been HOT, DAMN HOT, since about JUNE. Almost all of our training rides have occurred with the temperature generally in upper 80 to lower 90 degrees...in FREEKIN' SEPTEMBER AND OCTOBER!</div>
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Yesterday topped out at about 95F...maybe it was hotter. I would also add that when we started riding, it was about 46F. It's tough to prepare for a 50F swing in temperatures. Typical Santa Ana conditons...cold and dry turning to hot and dry. Miserable.</div>
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But for the most part, I ignored all of what I've learned about riding yesterday.</div>
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Which resulted in this</div>
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I crashed...while riding. Now I've tipped over a few times because I didn't get out of the clip-ins fast enough, but this is the first time that I actually crashed while riding, and I can pretty much attribute all of it bonking.</div>
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Bonking while running means that you sit down. Bonking while riding means that you fall down.</div>
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The best that I can describe it is that I we were coming to the last hill of our roughly 56 mile ride. On the left was traffic coming off a freeway offramp, and it was moving pretty quickly. On the right traffic merges from Camino Del Rio South (not a very busy street, but still). </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>See...can't you visualize the situation much better now?</i></td></tr>
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As I was looking over my right shoulder to make sure there was no traffic, I must have turned my tire sharply to the left (oops), a lazy, tired, move, and then, because there were probably cars zooming by on the left, I over corrected and (probably complicated by the fact that I was tired and hot) went BOOM!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Again, don't you appreciate my mad illustration skillz? </i></td></tr>
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And because I have nowhere else to post this...I screamed...</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I carved this on Thursday night, I didn't know at the time it would be foreshadowing...</i></td></tr>
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In any event, today, today my elbow looks like this... My right leg and right shoulder look about the same...</div>
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I'll be honest, my thoughts as I was falling were: </div>
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<li>Fall on the dirt and not the street, it'll hurt less</li>
<li>Fall on your butt, there's lots of padding there (I do think that my butt hit the ground shortly after my elbow. I call it my ski fall. When you learn to ski, you first learn to not fight the fall. Betty told me afterward that my fall looked quite graceful!)</li>
<li>And most importantly DON'T TEAR THE NEW HEFFER JERSEY!!!!</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The unveiling taken earlier that morning in Poway. No florescent, day-glo- neon, lime green, but they do look pretty sharp!</i></td></tr>
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So...can I call the police and report cycling for assault and battery? I think I have a pretty good case.</div>
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Or should I wait until after next week's <a href="http://bikethecoast.eventmediainc.com/" target="_blank">Bike the Coast Century</a>? Maybe he'll be nice to me next week...</div>
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<i>* Seven has seven children, thus the nickname. We also call her Nascar because she got hit by a car on one ride with Betty (she's OK of course, but it was scary....yet another way the nice guy can hurt you). We also call her BIMP, because she rode one day with a "Burrito in my pocket" from a breakfast burrito that she decided to eat "later." On the 85 mile ride, she brought a potato...which means, of course, that she has ANOTHER nickname!</i><br />
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Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-9180786480901688332012-09-02T20:52:00.000-07:002012-09-02T21:33:54.926-07:00Turning 50 - Turning 17You may have come to believe by reading my blog that my entire life is one big party...<br />
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Truth is, I try to think of life as a party, punctuated perhaps by bits of work and other tasks that I prefer to not write about (Laundry...which is piling up as I write comes to mind).<br />
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To paraphrase a college professor who told us that the secret to his happiness was based on this premise: In life, there's 1/3 of what you do that you love, 1/3 that you really prefer to not do, and 1/3 that is in the middle. The trick to a successful and happy life, is to make the 1/3 in the middle, part of what you love, and not what you just endure. He was talking about work, but I think it applies to life in general as well.<br />
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It took me a pretty long time to figure out how to put those words into action. Some of it has happened out of sheer luck (I met Walter at just the right time. I ended up working at the same school as Betty, and thus ended up hanging out with some pretty fabulous women); some of it through work (I am starting my 23 year in teaching, working in profession that I just love...but some of that was luck too); and some of it through design (Over the years, I've tried to train myself to see life as a series of blessings).<br />
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Which brings me back to the Hefferblog... I keep it going because it makes me happy, and also because through the Hefferblog, I've been really able to see how much of my life is truly amazing. I think that before the blog (BB), I probably too often wallowed in a bit of self-pity (Oh poor me.... I'm fat... I'm ugly... I don't have this or that). What a sucky way to go through life...<br />
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The blog and running are probably the best things I ever did for myself.<br />
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I have no idea how to transition out of those musings into the things that actually make up the title of this particular entry...So I'll just switch gears.<br />
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Last month I turned 50. Today DramaGirl turned 17.<br />
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Wow. Just. Wow.<br />
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I'm not sure which has me more wigged out...me turning another decade, or my daughter sitting on the precipice of adulthood.<br />
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I so want her to already know the life lessons it's taken me years to learn... that it is important to believe in yourself yes, but it's more important to like yourself. That it's important to have friends, but it's essential to be friends with people who genuinely like you for you, not because you have a pool and a full refrigerator.<br />
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These are tough lessons to learn in life. Most of them I didn't learn until I was far older than 17.<br />
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I am ever so grateful I know them now.<br />
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Again...in search of a fluid transition, but none seems forthcoming...so for the herd, a series of one-liners from my birthday weekend celebration. Thank you to all of you who came to surprise me. You are my bestest friends and I love all of you. I know I sent this to all of you, but since emails get lost or eventually deleted, and somehow this blog seems so much more permanent, I'm reposting here...plus this one has photos!<br />
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Here's to a weekend of surprises!<br />
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<li class="li1">"You have five minutes to pack" (it took me 20)</li>
<li class="li1">After run omelet at Elsie's casa (Geez that seems like a long time ago!)</li>
<li class="li1">Packing the car for an overnight and wondering why Mik, Elsie, and Betty brought so much wine!</li>
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<ul class="ul1">
<li class="li1">Are you taking me to the Wild Animal Park?</li>
<li class="li1">"The tasting room closes at 2:00 for grape stomping."</li>
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<li class="li1">Mik's limerick for me. Absolutely fabulous!</li>
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<li class="li1">Taking a wrong turn at Valley View Casino, and then a correct turn at Harrah's Rincon (still having no idea why we were there). I actually thought it might be a pit-stop and we were going to put a bet on black at a roulette table. Udderly Surprised!</li>
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<li class="li1">"Do you know why we are here yet?" </li>
<li class="li1">The voice in the elevator</li>
<li class="li1">Watching "The boys in the band" and The Cougars play... what a show!</li>
<li class="li1">Wig girl putting a choke hold on a 9-year old, and mama bear's growl.</li>
<li class="li1">Betty's Three 7's</li>
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<li class="li1">Dancing by the fire</li>
<li class="li1">"Look, I have a big wad"</li>
<li class="li1">Texting Lazz that Mik couldn't fight that feeling anymore, and that she was with the band.</li>
<li class="li1">"He was all speed and no wagon"</li>
<li class="li1">Picking out Momma's birthday card (kitten in a tiara or a smoking iguana...which is better?)</li>
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<li class="li1">Waking up at 6:30am to ride.</li>
<li class="li1">30 miles on Del Dios Highway - and the way back being much easier than any of us thought it would be.</li>
<li class="li1">"Someone is kicking my chair!" </li>
<li class="li1">Our waitress Sandra chatting it up with Betty. Sandra telling us to hide our wine so that her boss wouldn't catch us!</li>
<li class="li1">Looking up and seeing Clarence walking toward me (oh, are you and Jeff staying here too? I'm so dense sometimes!)</li>
<li class="li1">Blueberry Mojitos</li>
<li class="li1">Rearranging pool deck furniture</li>
<li class="li1">Mona, Alberta, and Daisy arrive!!!</li>
<li class="li1">Working a deal with the housekeeper</li>
<li class="li1">As I live and breathe...It's Judy "effing" Kirk, Wilma and Momma!</li>
<li class="li1">Sitting on the pool deck and enjoying the view.</li>
<li class="li1">Classic Mona</li>
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<li class="li1">"Hit Me!"</li>
<li class="li1">Fried pickles</li>
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<li class="li1">Tater tots</li>
<li class="li1">Shirley Temples</li>
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<li class="li1">Primping in the ladies room</li>
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<li class="li1">Video of Judy taking pix with the iPhone</li>
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<li class="li1">Snuggling with Betty & Mona</li>
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<li class="li1">Mona shoving a boda bag down her shorts (sorta like a freedom flask)</li>
<li class="li1">Nicest porta potty I've ever been in</li>
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<li class="li1">Rushing the stage. Ignoring ex-student security guards. (You have to sit down...uh yeah...we will)</li>
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<li class="li1">Take Off Your Shirt! Take Off Your Shirt! (and then Rick Springfield did!)</li>
<li class="li1">Dr. Noah Drake walking down our empty seats (someone has to send me a photo of this)</li>
<li class="li1">"My husband likes it when you bounce"</li>
<li class="li1">Take it on the run baby</li>
<li class="li1">Dancing with male-Elaine</li>
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<ul class="ul1">
<li class="li1">Rushing the stage for the REO Speedwagon Finale</li>
<li class="li1">Getting bonked in the head with a pick and Mona diving under the chairs to get it for me (I didn't lose it!)</li>
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And so much more... </div>
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As for DramaGirl? Happy Birthday baby... I wish for you that you eventually have the best friends in the world. It took me a long time to find my herd, but it was worth the wait. Hang in there Sweetie. You'll find yours too because you are fabulous and wonderful and very, very, very worth it!</div>
Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-2166455240336737742012-08-09T12:59:00.000-07:002012-08-09T12:59:19.476-07:00My summer vacationSo...the other day I was riding and I started thinking about all the adventures I've had this summer, and how so very, very, very few of them have been recorded here.<div>
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So here's what I did this past month.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Wore a cowboy hat and flip flops in two airports (BTW... people look at you funny when you do this, no matter where you are)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>Celebrated with Betty and her sis after they successfully jumped out of a plane. I am forever indebted to Betty's sis for doing this with her, so now I don't have to!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Went to the Salinas Rodeo (with Betty), thus the need for cowboy hats</i> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Learned that at said ROE-DE-OH, parents will put their children on sheep and let them hang on for their dear lives in an event called "mutton-busting." (see that small bump on the side of the sheep? That is a small child!)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Reconnected with my wonderful cousins Mary and Barbara</i> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Drank wine with my Aunt Rosa and Uncle Emilio</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Took pictures of Elsie's Dad and his roping partner and their BIG BELT BUCKLES!</i> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Celebrated Elsie's Dad's last rodeo with her and her family</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Took a 7 day road-trip with Betty...and laughed the whole time</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Learned that oxygen is essential to running well...and that at 5000 ft, there is decidedly less oxygen (Along the Truckee River, between Alpine Meadows and Tahoe City)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Hiked a mountain with Clarence, her hubby Jeff, and Betty.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Rafted down the Truckee River with Betty and Jeff (I love this picture because Betty and Jeff were working so hard, paddling to get us to the bank...my job was to take pictures)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Went to the Del Mar Racetrack and got to sit in the chi-chi Turf club...</i> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>...where Walter picked three winners...so I think we should go back</i></td></tr>
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Hope ya'all are having a fine summer too!</div>Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-56380596160312990732012-07-20T00:07:00.001-07:002012-08-09T13:01:22.340-07:00Rest Days...I've been working out with a trainer at the gym this summer...about two days a week, and I'm happy to say that I'm seeing some results, mostly in my upper body (Let's face it, that's the easy spot. Heck any sort of attention paid to my arms and back would see SOME RESULT, seeing as I have the weakest arms imaginable.) It's nice to pull on a Medium top and not have it pull at the shoulders. (BOOOOOO to back fat!)<br />
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We work a lot on stability (I suck, but am getting better). The other day I managed to hold a one armed plank on a bosu ball for about 45 seconds...twice! We (what the hell am I saying "we" for? I am the one working...GAH!) I also pay her to torture me with some cross fit type workouts (actually, these are my favorite...I like running around then lifting or throwing something heavy...I can see the theraputic aspect of this once school starts again) and some for some really serious torture, we go to the TRX. Last week, we did some work on my quads and hamstrings (my strong suit), and I was humbled by some soreness the following day (maybe I'm not as strong as I think I am?)<br />
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We also do some serious core work, but I'm not losing a lot in my waist area...apparently, sit-ups and crunches of all sorts will only get you so far in toning and slimming up a belly...to really do that, I'm going to have to change my diet.... and summer is, apparently, NOT a good time for me to do that. I keep saying...when school starts and I'm on a more reasonable schedule, I'll get back to a more regular diet. Until then, summer on BABEEEEEE.<br />
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I like my trainer. She's super positive. She frequently comments on how athletic I am or how strong I am or how I have great endurance. Who would ever get tired of hearing that? I think as a trainer at 24-Hour Fitness, she probably spends lots of time convincing clients that they need to do SOMETHING on the days when they don't work out with her.<br />
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She tries to convince me to take rest days.<br />
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This is hard for me to do right now. I KNOW that there will be PLENTY of rest days when I return to school...too many perhaps.<br />
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And what counts as a rest day anyway? I have been in full cross training mode this summer. Twice a week, I work out with Kelly. Each workout focuses on different muscle groups. Occassionally, after a workout, I will spend 30 or 40 minutes on an ellipticle. One or two other days, I ride my bike...25 to 40 miles. One or two other days, I've been taking a spin class. And one or two days a week, I run. And with one exception, I've been doing only one workout a day.<br />
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Is that overdoing it? It doesn't feel overdone.<br />
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No matter, I guess I'm getting a "rest day" in today because I am on a plane, on my way to Salinas for the California Rodeo to see Elsie's dad rope calves in what he says is his last rodeo. I am sure I'll have many good stories about that. <br />
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Until then, wheat I can report (or re-report what I already posted on FB), is that cruising through the San Diego airport wearing a cowboy hat and Flipflops will get you some pretty funny looks. I can't wait to see what the response is in San Jose!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em>The response in San Jose was much the same...smiles and quizzical looks, except for one gentleman who was ALSO wearing a cowboy hat who asked me if my purple duffle bag was from TCU. my response was, "uh...no. Victoria's Secret." His wife laughed.</em></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Everything is OK over here! (Snorkling off Molokini, Hawai'i - July 2012)</i></td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Sitemeter sends me a report every week about how many visits there were to my blog. Apparently last week 142 peeps visited my blog and found a post that was about a month old.</span></div>
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So I have to wonder who those 142 people are...</div>
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Apparently one of my regular visitors is my dad, who mentioned to me last week that he hadn't seen anything new on the blog recently. </div>
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True That. </div>
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He <strike>complained</strike> noted that the blog is one way that he keeps up with what is going on in my life (yes, I am a bad daughter and I don't call nearly often enough).</div>
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So... Dad reads to find out what's going on in my current life, but those other 141 people (or maybe they are even non-people autobot Internet search engine thingies...I'm not entirely sure how these things work) were primarily interested in things I wrote last year and beyond. Top posts were:</div>
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<li>A June 2011 review of the <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/san-diego-rock-and-roll-marathon-swag.html" target="_blank">San Diego Rock and Roll Swag Bag</a> (59 page views)</li>
<li>A March 2011 post about <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/winds.html" target="_blank">getting ready to ride the Grand Fondo</a> (58 page views</li>
<li>A October 2011 post about <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-r-u-elsies-bday-post.html" target="_blank">Elsie's bday-party weekend in San Francisco</a> when we ran in the Nike Women's Half Marathon (54 page views)</li>
<li>A June 2009 rant about <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html" target="_blank">my various foot injuries </a>(47 page views)</li>
<li>A January 2009 photo-expo in which I describe how I further injured my hip by using a massage stick...I think the title<a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/dangers-of-self-massage.html" target="_blank"> "The Dangers of Self-Massage"</a> gets some people to the site by mistake. (46 page views)</li>
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Clearly, I USED TO BE, far mor interesting than I am right now.</div>
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My goal at the beginning of this summer was to get back into blogging regularly. Clearly THAT hasn't happened, even though I regularly have LOTS of ideas for things to write about, not all of them having to do with running. Still, when push comes to shove, I don't write. Not sure why. I just don't. I have all these great ideas, (or at least in my mind they are great), about things I can write about that come to me at the most inopportune times (inopportune = when I am nowhere near a computer and can't write them down). These inopportune times include:</div>
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<li><span style="background-color: white;">when I'm running</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">when I am riding, </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">when I am working out with Kelly (the trainer at the gym), </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">when I am arguing with my soon-to-be-17-year-old-daughter, DramaGirl, about... well, about any number of things.</span></li>
<li>when I can't sleep</li>
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In any event, I have come to one conclusion. Well... a kinda, in-a-way, sorta, but not really a conclusion, just a sorta inevitability. In the coming months I either need to somewhat repurpose this blog, write more frequently about specific things, than this past year's general "here's what's been going on this week" type things (sorry Dad)</div>
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I'm going to aim for the more regular posts about random things that happen in my life. Some of these posts may be about riding, running, working out, but others may not be. I hope that's OK. (of course it's OK...my blog, my rules, right?)</div>
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But as for the rest of this post, I do have to upload what will probably be too many photos of what's been going on this past month. After all, I can't force Dad to go all-cold-turkey-on-the-whatsgoingoninmylife-blog-updates.</div>
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<b>Late June - Turbo's 8th Grade Promotion</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>My grownup baby boy...and Walter of course. They're lookalikes aren't they?</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Went to a mascarade party with his buddies. Impressive to get 8th grade boys to dress up. They decided to wear vests. I don't know why, but stylish, no?<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></i></td></tr>
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<b>Late June - Early July - Family Vacation to Maui</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>On the plane - All I saw was "complimentary Mai Tai!" </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>And we arrive...in time for lunch and more umbrella drinks</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>We saw mandals everywhere (Betty's sandal of choice BTW)<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption"><i>Our first morning there, we enjoyed the sunrise from the top of Haleakala (Volcano/Crater on Maui) - about 6am. We'd been up since 2am at this point. The sunrise was breathtaking.<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>It was also breathtakingly COLD at 10,000 feet. Even if you are in Hawai'i!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>We rode our bikes down from the top of the Volcano. 28 miles, all downhill. Fun! Here we are doing bike tricks. </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>DramaGirl and I at Sunset</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>One (and only) morning run on the beach for Walter and me. Beach running was no fun for my injured <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2012/06/summer-goalscurrently-thwarted-by.html" target="_blank">baby toe</a></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>One very windy scenic lookout. <span style="background-color: white;"> </span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>DramaGirl and Turbo - Checking out the fish</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>DramaGirl and Walter checking out the fish<span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>On a boat, after snorkling. Walter did a good job of feeding the fish.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>DramaGirl did not enjoy this adventure AT ALL</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption"><i>Toes in the sand at Sunset</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>DramaGirl doing Crazy Legs</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>As I was doing this, I was thinking how awesome my life is, and how great it is to be fit and active and that I just climbed a ladder on a freeking 900 foot tree with no problem!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>Too much fun (we were yelling at him to LET GO!!!!) </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>Last night - Sunset Dinner Cruise</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>While we were in Maui, we celebrated our 20th anniversary - 20 years later... I think he still likes me :-)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Last morning beach walk.<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The family (before the Sunset Cruise)</i></td></tr>
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<b>Upon returning to SoCal - Back to the grind (I am still on vacation you know...)</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>40 miles ride with Betty and "Seven" to Oceanside and back<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>This weekend, 40 mile ride with Betty and Mik to Chula Vista and around South Bay (to get there, Betty took us on a lovely ride down Imperial Avenue and Euclid...parts of town I have not been to before)</i></td></tr>
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It's been a very, very, very, good month. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Here's to 20 more (or more) just like it!</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-9508415641759779262012-06-14T21:01:00.000-07:002012-06-14T21:01:15.196-07:00Summer Goals...Currently Thwarted by the Littlest PiggyMy goals for the summer were to get as fit as I possibly could get, drop a few pounds (or at least a couple of sizes), rest, relax, go to Italy...<div>
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So...how am I doing on these goals? To date, I'm not going to Italy (lots of reasons..."next summer for sure!" she said), and now the fitness/weight loss thing just got a bit more interesting. </div>
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I was on track to follow through on the fitness goals though. Saturday started with a perfect June-Gloom morning, which meant it was perfect for a run through Balboa Park with The Herd, first time we had gotten together, all four of us, for a run for months. I logged a sweet and easy 7 miles.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Elsie, stopping to smell the roses.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Yes, my hat is in Elsie's face. She needs to let me know about these things</i></td></tr>
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We also managed to get a little off-road, trail run in...so much better than running up Upas.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Impressive, over-the-shoulder-action-photo skillz Alice!! Betty, Elsie, and Mik in action! Yes, I know this isn't a trail, but it becomes one, trust me.</i></td></tr>
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Then on Monday, Betty and I did a 43 mile ride on the coast in more typical June-Gloom weather.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Stopping at Buckaneer Beach for coffee and a breakfast sandwich after 20 miles of riding...YUM!</i></td></tr>
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As many times as I've run in, to, and around Oceanside, I've never been on the pier...it was quite lovely. We saw the starting point of a coast to coast ride.</div>
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On Tuesday afternoon, I went to work out with my trainer (can we talk about how incredibly week my left arm is?), then I did a spin class.</div>
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The fitness plan was going so well, and I've been so proud of myself. I haven't been injured in a couple of years. I started working with a trainer to get stronger. </div>
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Of course this meant that I was about to do something really stupid, right?</div>
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Later Tuesday night, I was walking to the kitchen from the bedroom to get a bed-side glass of water for the evening. I've done this walk about a gagillion times in the dark, only on Tuesday night, I decided to multitask and check my very, very, super, important Twitter updates as I was went and....</div>
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KABAAAAAM</div>
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WHO THE SAM-HECK LEFT THE #!@#&!! CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM?</div>
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I internally screeched as I slammed my little toe onto the cursed chair....It was a dead on hit from what I can gather (it was dark, so I didn't see the chair, the impact, or anything else for that matter). Yeah, we've all hit our toes on random furniture about a bazillion times, only I knew pretty quickly that this particular toe-stub was different because the pain didn't subside....I ended up taking Motrin just to get to sleep and by morning, the area around my little toe had started to turn a subtle shade of greenish.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>And this little (greenish) piggy cried "wee, wee, wee" all the way home.</i></td></tr>
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Now it is two days later and I still can't wear a shoe...flip-flops only, which isn't a bad thing in SoCal in the summer, unless of course, one wants to go for a run or a ride, or something that requires shoe-wear of some sort.</div>
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I'm hoping it's just a pretty bad bruise and not a fracture or something and that if I'm a very, very, very, good girl, it'll heal. Please send me and my littlest toe all your good-karma-thoughts. We need it. </div>
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But I'm still pissed. If and when I injure myself, I sorta want it to happen because I was actually exercising or doing something interesting, not because I was walking to my own G.D. kitchen...</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>...Day 2 of "this little piggy" watch. Less green, more purplish, and a new pedicure... I figured, why the heck not?</i></td></tr>
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In case you're wondering, I'm still on track to turn 50 this summer (GAH!).</div>Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-31758102901015531572012-06-07T13:34:00.002-07:002012-06-07T13:34:10.953-07:00Reflections on training, bike clubing, and runningHere's what I learned last week.<br />
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<li>Working out with a personal trainer is harder than it looks.</li>
<li>You probably won't know how hard you worked until the next day.</li>
<li>I cannot run 4 miles on Thursday, workout with a trainer on Friday, run 7 miles on Saturday and expect to walk (let alone ride) on Sunday.</li>
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So, I started working out with a trainer last week. Turbo gave me three sessions for Mother's Day, so I finally went. I wasn't sure I was going to like it at first. To begin, my trainer Kelly is a too adorable 24 years old, which makes me initially want to hate her a little, but she's won me over, mostly because she seems to be genuinely surprised by what I can do.</div>
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I won't lie, my core strength and balance are for shizzz. In our first session, she had me balancing on a BOSU (legs up) and she tossed an 8# medicine ball for me to catch... can you say TIMBURRRRRRRR! (BTW...why is it called a medicine ball?)<br />
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I caught the ball and tipped over on my back, rolling like a turtle--that's how you should picture it. I could tell she was trying not to laugh (I was laughing at me though), then she said, "maybe we should just start with balancing for 30 second intervals... OMFG even THAT was hard. I was shaking all over the place. I hate doing things I suck at. I know it'll get better but for now, complete suckage.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Pretend this is me, and imagine that I'm trying to catch a medicine ball...do you see the turtle-effect now?</i></td></tr>
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On the other hand, leg strength? CHECK! This morning she had me "sprinting" on the mill, only the 'mill was turned off. I just needed to run as hard as I could and push the belt for 10 30-second intervals with 10 second rests in between. No problem. I mean it was a challenge, but completely doable.<br />
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When I was done she remarked, "you know, not too many of my clients finish all 10 the first time!"<br />
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I told her about my inability to quit...even when, perhaps, I should. I shared my experience running the <a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/dangers-of-self-massage.html" target="_blank">Carlsbad 1/2 with a bruised IT band in 2009</a>. That may have scared her a bit.<br />
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In any event, I bought 10 more sessions this morning. That should get me through the next month or so, and at least gives me something to focus on in the absence of a race plan. My goal is to lose some weight (of course), but mostly to be more toned, especially in my upper body. I mean I have bathing suits to wear and all.<br />
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Speaking of an absence of a race plan...<br />
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The San Diego RnR Marathon and Half-Marathon was last weekend. I saw loads of pictures on Sunday (when I could barely walk, which is why I didn't go down to the finish to cheer on friends like all the track club peeps, but especially <a href="http://magazinesmiles.blogspot.com/2012/06/what-ever-will-be-will-be.html" target="_blank">Irene</a> and <a href="http://runwithjill.blogspot.com/2012/05/action-packed-mountain-weekend.html" target="_blank">Jill</a> who was in from Colorado to run, which makes me a completely awful, terrible, blog-friend or even actual friend), instead, I pathetically stalked a few of my friends who ran and finished as they posted their accomplishments on FB or on Twitter.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I LOVE this picture of both of you! (is th</i><i>e epitome of stalking when you go to a race website and downloading pix of runners other than yourself?) </i></td></tr>
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I really missed not running it this year. I actually almost registered for it a couple of weeks out and in a moment of rare-maturity didn't because I really am not trained to run even a 1/2 marathon right now. I mean, we all know that I could finish it, but it would have been painful, and who needs to spend $100+ bucks just to be in pain. In retrospect, I wish I had.<br />
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It was a funky spring. I started off the year mostly running with the track club as I have been for the last five years. I knew I wouldn't be running the RnR this year because we'd decided instead to train for a century instead, but in training for that, I started missing a lot of the track club runs and instead rode with a San Diego Century training group run through our local Trek bike store.<br />
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I'll be honest, I never fully connected with the bike club group. I'm not sure why. The ride leaders were really supportive and even noticed when Mik and I weren't there and told us that he missed us! Both Mik and I were surprised that anyone even noticed (it is a pretty big riding group after all).<br />
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Still, we never really connected with too many of the other riders. But I think the biggest issue occurred in around April when there was an error that Active.com made with a discount code for registering with the Grand Fondo. Some people were able to register for $25 instead of a 25% discount. One day before the ride, the race organizer sent out emails telling riders about the mistake. The email apologized for the error, but informed us that in order to ride, we'd have to pay the difference. In and of itself, this wouldn't be a problem, but it angered many of the riders (myself included) that the race organizer waited until the day before the event to inform anyone of the error.<br />
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In any event, the error led to an email exchange by some members of the Trek bike club group about what was the "right" thing to do (pay the extra fee? get money back? protest to the organizer?) Some of the emails were downright mean and nasty and accused other members of the group of taking advantage of the situation (knowing that it was supposed to be 25% and not a $25 fee) and of being unethical.<br />
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Regardless, the tenor of the emails gave me a yukky feeling. I couldn't have imagined the same kind of thing happening with the track club people (first of all, I think that Coach Paul would have made the error known to the race organizer immediately and gotten the situation fixed early on).<br />
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After that, I sort of lost my eagerness to ride with the Trek group. I wondered who it was who thought other members of the group were unethical. It's a problem with sending out scathing comments online.<br />
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So, the spring was a bit schitzo with respect to training. I'm glad I got to do two metric centuries, and I do really like riding. It's certainly a lot easier on my body than running, but I miss the camaraderie of the track club.<br />
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My next goal? To come up with a goal!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Look Ma! No watermark across my body. SDCBC arranged for all of the SD Century riders to get one free photo. This was taken at the top of Three Witches. </i></td></tr>
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<br /></div>Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-5189984814421546992012-05-21T11:31:00.000-07:002012-05-21T11:31:43.379-07:00Consistency... A race reportAnother month goes by... so it must be time for a new post/race/ride report<br />
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I am, if nothing else, consistent.<br />
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Last Saturday, Mik, Betty, and I rode the 66 Mile Route of the San Diego Century. Here's the report on that event.<br />
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As usual, we got up at the butt-crack of dawn to drive to Encinitas. We were in the parking lot by 6:30. The ride (the organizers insisted it was NOT a race... OK, it wasn't, but for me, neither is a half-marathon. Whatever) had a rolling start. So we just needed to start some time between 6am and 8am. We figured we'd start around 7ish since we were ONLY doing 66 miles and not the full century.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Betty's beverage matched her bike!</i></td></tr>
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Once we arrived at Mira Costa College (the start of the race), things went well. Easy parking. Getting bikes ready. It wasn't at all crowded due to the rolling start, so we used the porta potties, got our ride numbers & goody bags quickly. We saw the Trek ride group start (full disclosure, Mik saw them. I think I was in the hut).<br />
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Sadly, all week I'd had some nagging aches in my general shoulder and upper arm area. I think it's from a combination of grading stress, not enough sleep, and raising a teen-ager anxiety...all together. By race morning I could barely raise my left shoulder. There was a sports-massage therapist at the start, so I decided to see if he could help me out.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>One of our friends, Susan, spotted this photo on the race organizer's website. She sent me a link to it. I wonder how she knew it was me???</i></td></tr>
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The massage guy had really warm hands and was able to loosen my shoulder a bit. He was also pitching these machines. I made Betty and Mik try them out since he was fixing me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The thing sorta jiggled. I think it was supposed to warm up muscles. Here's Mik trying it out.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Betty said it made her nauseas. It reminded me of those belt-jiggle thingies that were supposed to make you thin..</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>You know...this kind of thing...only without the belt.</i></td></tr>
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So I don't want to say anything bad about the guy who worked on my shoulder for about 10 minutes, because it really did help, but we weren't so sure about the jiggle-machine.<br />
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I could tell that Mik and Betty were tired of watching me get a massage, so we thanked the guy and moved to the start.<br />
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But not quite...<br />
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Just as we crossed the start line I could hear a click-click-click and felt my bike pull to the right, then left, and feel all wobbly, and then I heard someone behind me saying "uh ohhhhh"<br />
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In other words, <b>a flat</b>. Nice.<br />
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Of course, we could have fixed the thing ourselves, but since we were LITERALLY right at the start, we walked back to the SAG truck and let them change it for us.<br />
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Here's a shout out to the guys from <a href="http://www.revolutionbikeshop.com/" target="_blank">Revolution Bike Shop</a>. They were VERY COOL, change my tire in a snap, even gave me a tube (yes, I was carrying) and told some good stories, and I learned that I have been riding on over-inflated tires! (Remember when I rode on under-inflated tires and kept getting flats? Well, leave it to me to go to extremes...the over-inflation didn't directly cause the flat, but having tired inflated correctly certainly helped with some shock absorption, which over 67 miles I certainly noticed!)<br />
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So...once the tire was changed, we got a do-over and were off! Yay!!!<br />
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I won't give you a mile by mile breakdown because, really, that's crazy. But the first 1/3 of the ride, through the back-roads of North County, through Olivenhain, The Elffin Forest, were absolutely beautiful parts of the ride. There were almost no cars on the rural roads, so we often rode toward the middle of the street. The hills were challenging, but not impossible. As usual, I wish now that I'd stopped to take some photos, but you already know I didn't do that.<br />
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Along the way, a woman rode up beside me and started chatting, noting how beautiful it was and all. Her name was Ann and she was all the way from Alberta, down for the weekend because her husband was at some conference, and decided to rent a bike and ride it (LOL...in a 66 mile relatively hilly ride, you know, just for the fun of it, by herself!) and if that wasn't enough, she had a Coeur de'Alene Ironman cycling jersey on, so in my mind, she is a BAD-ASS.<br />
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She said, "we seem to ride about he same pace. Do you mind if I ride with you?"<br />
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The first SAG was about 16 miles in. Pretty basic stuff. Water Refills. Some cookies. Nothing to brag about. We commented that the Senorita Century, with it's croissant sandwiches and herbed waters and teas, sorta spoiled us with respect to the SAG stop fare. At the first SAG, Betty made me give her the car keys, saying that she was thinking that she'd just do the 37 because she wasn't feeling it.</div>
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The second leg of the race to the 2nd SAG stop included a nice climb up something called "The Three Witches" which was a nice climb, but nothing worse than anything else we'd done. Later on there was a really fun ride down the Del Dios Highway, where I reached my top speed of 35mph (according to Garmin, but I swear I looked down and saw 39 at one point...but maybe it was 29 and I just can't remember).<br />
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In any event, it was super fun to go flying down the hill. We also rode through some of the of the slums of Rancho Santa Fe (For non-locals...the average home price in Rancho Santa Fe is well over $2,000,000--yep, that's a lot of zeros).<br />
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At one point before the second SAG stop, I could see I had a text message (I have a carrier for my iPhone that is attached to my handle bars). Of couse, without reading glasses, I cannot actually SEE anything on the phone, just that I have a message, so when we got the second SAG stop, I quickly checked my messages to see if it was from Betty, letting me know that she'd gone straight on Via De La Valle for the 37 mile route. I didn't have a message from her (it was from my BIL, who was also riding that day, telling me that HIS riding partner wasn't feeling it, so they were doing 37 instead...we never did catch each up with each other that day).<br />
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The second SAG was much like the first, cookies, some power bars (yukky), Gatorade, water, porta potties (of course), and about 4 minutes after I arrived...there was Betty. She decided to do the 66 with us. You go girl!<br />
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At the SAG, I wondered where the big hills were. I mean I thought that The Three Witches was going to rival Torrey Pines in terms of difficulty and length, but it didn't. Mik said that she thought the big climb was coming up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Mik and I at SAG 2. She always looks so chipper!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Betty doesn't look thrilled to be at SAG 2, but she is. I swear it!</i></td></tr>
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After the second SAG, we headed further east, into what I'll call the less interesting part of the ride. Pretty much we rode through the suburbs of Penasquitos, Rancho Bernardo, Poway and Sabre Springs, in other words, the 'burbs. Also, since we were so far east, the sun was out and it was getting pretty warm. Ann noted it was pretty humid (I guess Alberta is pretty dry), which was funny to me, because I thought it was pretty dry outside. I told her to drink lots and stay hydrated. Of course, she is an Iron woman, so she already knew this, but I said it anyway.<br />
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There was one more serious climb, which was made more difficult mostly because it was getting hot, but mostly because there was another cyclist in matching pink EVERYTHING who was doing silly things, like passing me then slowing after she pulled in front of me. This was especially maddening when it occurred on a hill when she slowed to adjust her music. (GRRRRR).<br />
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Even worse, she was not very nice. I'm a pretty friendly rider. I'll make jokes about lights not turning green as I approach them (I'll yell GREEN! GREEN! GREEN! just to see if I can will the light to change so that I don't have to clip out), or I'll make comments about how LOVELY the neighborhood is (imagine super-funny-bonding-we-are-all-in-this-together-type-sarcasm). When I did this around her, I felt like she just gave me a snooty look in her matching one-piece pink riding outfit. I don't know. Maybe she didn't hear me with her earphones in. But if someone smiles at you, isn't polite to at least smile back...even half-heartedly?<br />
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Also, I don't have a problem with other riders passing me. Happens all the time. But don't pass me, pull in front of me, then slow down to adjust your tunes. Finally, I'd had it with her and, I decided to slow and wait through a light so that she could move her pink-ass ahead of me.<br />
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After the 3rd SAG station (no pretty pix there...sorry), we headed into probably the most frustrating part of the ride, mostly because of the traffic and having to stop at traffic lights. Finally, I caught up with her and we roared down San Dieguito Road. I was so incredibly happy because I could feel the ocean breeze (more on THAT later) AND I could see the ocean, which meant we were close to the finish, which meant that I was screaming as we headed down another particularly snazzy hill "I CAN SEEEE THE OCEAAAAAANNNNNNNN!<br />
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Uh yeah, at the bottom of that hill, was, of course, an uphill...and worse yet, those cool ocean breezes at the top of the hill, became a pretty strong head-wind at the bottom...as we headed around the Polo fields (yes, there are polo fields. We were back in Rancho Santa Fe/Fairbanks Ranch...).<br />
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At this point, Francis came to our rescue!<br />
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I don't know where he came from, but as we headed around the polo fields, he said "I'll lead" and he basically pulled us for about 4 miles, where we averaged about 17mph in a pretty stiff headwind. Mik and I talked afterwards and agreed that it pretty much took all we had to keep up with him, but the alternative, falling back and not staying with him, only meant that we would have been working that much harder, and going slower, so we stuck with him.<br />
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At one point, I shouted up "do you want to rotate?" and he said, "no. I got this." It was amazing. He was also pretty funny, shouting out things like "PHEWY!" as we rode around the horse fields which smelled pretty horsey, and "OUCH" whenever we went over a bump...apparently his hoo-haw was feeling it too!<br />
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Francis was our hero...and of course, I don't have a photo, but he was wearing a BMW shirt, so when the race photos are up, I'll definitely find one!<br />
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Finally, we got to the ocean and the ride up the coast was both scenic and familiar, but we knew that the race start was inland, which meant that we had at least one small, but undoubtedly steep, hill remaining, and there it was, at about Mile 65 ("IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT" Francis exclaimed...He is so my kind of rider!)<br />
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Funny moment, as we headed into the parking lot and the finish, we had to make a left turn at a light. A very nice highway patrol officer reminded us to come to a complete stop.<br />
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And we were done!<br />
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And afterwards, we had....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Pancakes & Beer... I mean, wouldn't you?</i></td></tr>
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So...another event, come and gone. I have some reflections on the whole trying to get through the winter belonging to both the track club and a riding club, but I will save that for another elusive post... It'll happen. In the meantime, the herd will need to come up with a new plan or event to work towards, we've got nothing planned for now.Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-47346389313469796262012-04-22T20:10:00.001-07:002012-04-22T20:10:07.880-07:00Gran Fondo San Diego - A Grand Time<div>
Betty asked me today if I was still blogging...</div>
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I think she was wondering if I was ever going to post photos or make comments about last Sunday's Gran Fondo. (We rode in the 60 mile Medio Fondo actually) So Betty, this one's for you.</div>
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<a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/noah-was-smart-enough-to-use-ark.html" target="_blank">The first time</a> Mik and I rode in the San Diego Fondo (or as the Italians say...Gran Fondo San Diego), it poured rain. We were miserable. (Although it may have been one of my best blog titles EVAH). We did the shortest route, about 35 miles. At that point, I think it was the longest ride I'd ever done.</div>
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<a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/quite-ride.html" target="_blank">The second time</a> Mik, Alberta, and I rode in the Fondo, it was sunny, but cool. We rode the Medio Fondo - or the 60 miles route in about 4:30 (riding time...not counting the stops at the really amazing SAG stops). I mostly remember the last 10 miles being absolutely brutal. It was the longest ride to date.</div>
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This time, Mik, Betty, Wilma, and I rode the 60 mile Medio Fondo...and here's THAT story. I rode it about 17 minutes faster than last year...and at the end, pretty much felt fine, tired, but fine.</div>
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We almost ended up not riding due to a race organizer snafu with the discount code which resulted in our getting a far bigger discount than the race organizer intended. Most of the trouble could have been rectified if the race organizer (or Active.com, or whoever made the error. On that point I'm still unclear) had let those of us who got the bigger-than-intended-discount right after we registered. Instead, they waited until the DAY BEFORE THE EXPO to send out an email that said something like, "thanks for registering, but to get your bib, you're going to need to give us more money in cash...tomorrow."</div>
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Uh... your mistake, your problem buddy. We were ready to get our money back, but when we went to the expo, they just gave us our stuff. I heard that they were charging people after us, but we lucked out, so we rode.</div>
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So...race day started early...we had to check my cell phone photos to remember how to get all four bikes in the back of the car. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This photo was taken before the Senorita Century last month...see how light it is outside? Yeah. It was darkish when we were doing this last Sunday.</td></tr>
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We found good parking at the County Administration Building and unloaded the bikes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The two guys in the Nissan watched us for 15 minutes as we got all our gear together. I think they were mighty entertained. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mandatory pre-race potty stop. BTW...if you look back at last years ride-report, yes, I am wearing the same lime-green top. Whatever. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On our way to the start, we waited for the trolley... Well, Betty, Wilma and I waited. Mik had already gone ahead.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smile!</td></tr>
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It was a great morning for a ride. It was a bit cool, but not too bad. I started off with long sleeves, and arm warmers over the sleeves. But by about 10 miles, the arm warmers came off, then so did the long sleeve shirt.<br />
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Somewhere between the beginning of the ride, I changed my Garmin settings (apparently twice) so that the whole ride is in three parts...very frustrating, but by about Mile 7, I had it on the right settings.<br />
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Here are the first three miles<br />
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Here are the second three and a half miles<br />
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Here are the last 52 miles<br />
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The route was familiar, we rode south toward National City. Riders were polite for the most part. We were near the back of the riders. Wilma and I fell behind Mik and Betty and in the crowd near the beginning of the ride, but I caught up with them around Bonita, and we pretty much stuck together for the rest of the ride.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SAG Stop 1 - At the Olympic Training Center </td></tr>
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Again, nothing is better than cycling SAG stops. This one had PB&J sandwiches. Several kinds of cookies, muffins, donuts, gels. The volunteers were FABULOUS. Just walking up to the table, someone would ask before you even got there "hey, you need your water bottle refilled?" We refilled, refueled, and chatted about the ride.<br />
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I checked my text messages from Wilma. I didn't have one, but I saw her friend Anitra who said that she'd seen her on the road and that she was holding her own (I think Wilma's longest ride to date had been the Senorita ride, which was 45 miles. We kept telling her that this one was longer, but easier. I THINK she agrees with that now).<br />
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I sent her at text that said she was doing great and that I was so proud of her!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We took a loop around the Olympic Training Center. The field hockey team was practicing so I took a photo for DramaGirl and sent it to her.</td></tr>
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From the Olympic Training Center, the route took us out past Otay Lakes to Jamul. This is a two lane rural road, and it is really my favorite part of the ride. There was very little car traffic, and for the most part, the cars were polite and gave us plenty of room. <br />
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The turn around was at a little country store in Jamul, about 10 miles past the training center. Since it'd only been 10 miles, I really didn't need to refuel or rest BUT I did need some, uh, well, shall we say lubrication in the hoo-haw area where I was starting to feel some chafing. I'd been carrying a trial size of this stuff called DZNutsBliss... I just needed a corner where I could smear it on with at least some amount of privacy, so I went behind a the general store and...yeah, you guessed it, stuck my hand down my shorts.<br />
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As Betty and I started our ride back into town, she started complaining about the exact same issue, so I shared the rest of the Bliss with her. I mean, what are friends for? Unfortunately for Betty, we were on the road by then, so we just pulled over to the side, and she did what I'd done behind a building, only she was on the right shoulder of the road.<br />
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No worries. I'm sure she's glad I shared.<br />
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We were both happy. And as for DZBliss...let's just say I now LOVE THIS STUFF!<br />
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As we headed back to town, we saw Wilma headed out to Jamul. Again, I was so so very impressed. She was smiling and gave us a thumbs up! Yay Wilma!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back at the Olympic Training Center - 20 miles to go. Are we done yet?</td></tr>
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The ride back from the Olympic Training Center to the County Admin Building in Little Italy is, happily, mostly downhill, including a couple of pretty fun descents through Otay Lakes. On one descent Mik was ahead of me and must have missed the signage (which was, overall, pretty darn good) that indicated we needed to turn right. As I saw it, and saw Mik speed through an intersection, I bellowed<br />
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MIK! MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIK!!!!!!<br />
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Apparently, she heard me (as did the rest of the neighborhood).<br />
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The guy behind me thanked me for drawing the turn to his attention. He said he would have missed it too.<br />
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We eventually made our way to the last SAG stop at the Bonita Vista Mall. Betty was there only a few minutes, and headed off. I, on the other hand, enjoyed cups full of Smart Chips (yum....salt....)<br />
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The last few miles were pretty uneventful although I felt compelled to apologize to anyone who was from out of town for the state of the roads on the north-going-lanes of Harbor Blvd. They are just about the worst-crappy streets in San Diego, and we go through a particularly ugly, non-scenic, railroad track filled (seriously, we crossed tracks at least 5 times, each way) part of San Diego. There are so many beautiful parts of San Diego, one has to ask, why this road?<br />
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Whatever. Moving on.<br />
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At the end, we got what may be the coolest cycling medal I've yet to receive, and better yet, a real-life-actual beer, beer garden, and a live band (they looked like high school students, but I swear the drummer was all of 10 years old, tops), but the band was playing Cheap Trick, which made Betty happy. They served Sierra Nevada ales and lagers, and they certainly served a medicinal purpose. We needed some of those calories back. So we hung out in the sun and waited for Wilma to come in.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Post Race Happiness... After I took this photo a girl at the next table offered to take another group photo of us. They hadn't ridden, but saw the beer garden, heard the band, and decided to join in the fun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wilma coming in for a big finish!</td></tr>
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DramaGirl and Millie drove down to the post race. Which was a good thing because after a few beers (and some just so-so pasta), it was good to have someone else drive home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The crew...Betty, Mik, Me, Wilma, and Anitra, very tired and very, very, very happy!</td></tr>
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One final thought...<br />
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60 miles is far. 100 miles is farther. I'm sure I could do it, but not sure I really want to.Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-36436546797554455712012-03-31T17:52:00.000-07:002012-03-31T17:52:43.805-07:00This and That - By the Numbers<br />
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<li><b>4</b> - Number of Blog Posts for March (counting this one - so long as I manage to post it by midnight).</li>
<li><b>10</b> - Miles I ran this morning - longest run since the Carlsbad Half in January.</li>
<li><b>4</b> - Miles I ran yesterday</li>
<li><b>1</b> - Number of condoms I ran past this morning.</li>
<li><b>2</b> - Number of times I ran past above mentioned condom.</li>
<li><b>1</b> - Number of bugs that flew into my eye during the run.</li>
<li><b>4092</b> - Code to get into the ladies room at some coffee house I ran into in Encinitas. "Please!" I shouted, "A bug flew in my eye, can I use your ladies room?" She gave me the code immediately. I may have to remember this next time I have that other type of runners emergency...</li>
<li><b>4</b> - Times I yelled "BIKE BACK!" this morning, so that runners ahead of me would get out of the way of riders.</li>
<li><b>0</b> - Number of photos I took during the run this morning, which is a shame because we ran on the coast, and the surf was awesome!</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>4 </b>- Number of photos that were taken of us consuming mimosas after the run - Priorities, priorities</i></td></tr>
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<li><b>46</b> - Miles that Mik and I rode last Saturday with the Trek bike group. By the end of the ride, I KNOW I needed someone barking "RUNNER RIGHT!" at me, so making runners aware of bikes is now my thing.</li>
<li><b>473</b> - Times I barked "SLOOOOOOWINNNNNNNG" and "ROLLLLLLLLLINNNNNNNG" on that long ride. I am slowly realizing that riding in a group is a LOT about letting everyone else know what's going on.</li>
<li><b>7</b> - Schools we rode past last week. I have no idea where any of them are though. One of the things I do notice about riding in a group. I'm paying so much attention to what everyone else is dong ("SLOOOOOOWINNNNNNNG, STAAAAAWWWWWWPING, ROLLLLLLLLLINNNNNNNG, POLE!, HOLE! RUNNER UP! BIKE LEFT, WALKER RIGHT! CAR DOOR!) that I barely pay attention to where I even am!</li>
<li><b>200</b> - Number of riders who stood in line to use 2 restrooms at our 1/2-way point SAG stop.</li>
<li><b>10</b> - Number of people who would have stood in line if it were runners. Come on, you know that many of you would have found a bush.</li>
<li><b>4</b> - Times I've seen the play <i>L'il Abner </i>this week (you weren't expecting THAT were you?)</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Turbo is playing "General Bullmoose" in the PPJT production of Li'l Abner. No, I wasn't familiar with the play either. Here he is after Thursday night's performance with DramaGirl and Millie</i></td></tr>
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<ul>
<li><b>9</b> - More days until I have to teach again...thank GAWD for Spring Break this year.</li>
<li><b>188</b> -Papers I graded last week.</li>
<li><b>16</b> - Number of classes I taught.</li>
<li><b>4</b> - Meetings I attended - Three of them were on Wednesday.</li>
<li><b>3</b> - Spinning classes I've now gone to, and nobody is more surprised by that than I am, but I like the workout!</li>
<li><b>1</b> - Number of massages I got this week. I have NO IDEA why I don't get massages more often because It was WONDERFUL. Next time, however, I'll get one AFTER a long run, and not before. I certainly felt the effects of the deep tissue massage...well basically the whole time I ran this morning.</li>
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<br />Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-7530626359535698842012-03-14T20:51:00.000-07:002012-03-14T20:51:34.557-07:00Run then Ride - Senorita Century Ride Report<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Tooth update: I no longer look like Quasi or Marlon, but I still have to go back to finish the root canal, so stay tuned, that may change.</i><br />
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Despite my dependence last week on painkillers, I still did manage to get in a pretty nice run over the weekend, and one pretty challenging 40 mile ride.<br />
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First, the run, briefly. My goal was to meet up with Mik and Elsie with the track club at Coronado. The club is up to 2 hour long runs. I am no where near that, but they were running around Coronado, which is lovely, so I figured I could do one lap, about 6 miles.<br />
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Sadly, the Tylenol 3/Ibuprofen combo interfered with my plan to get up early on Saturday to meet Mik and Elsie, so while I managed to pull my ass out of bed EVENTUALLY, I missed the actual start of the track club by about 20 minutes and didn't see EITHER OF THEM on the run.<br />
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That being said, there may be no place better in all of San Diego County to run than around Coronado. The homes are beautiful, the streets are wide, and there is precious little traffic other than when we cross 4th street, which is the street that goes into the naval base, and this particular Saturday morning there was plenty of this...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Ahhhhhh. I love running by the ocean. I'll never get tired of it. Never.</i></td></tr>
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Beautiful weather...Clear. Cool. Sunny. Perfect place to run an easy 6 miles.<br />
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But the big story of the weekend, had to be the Senorita (sorta) Century. This was the inaugural event of this all women's metric century ride. Our Heffer team consisted of Mik, Betty, Wilma, Alberta, and Me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>We learned that we CAN put four bikes in the back of a Honda Pilot...and also have four seats for riders (this is VERY important information)</i> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>At the start, Yours truly, Alberta, Mik, Betty, and Wilma. It was Wilma's virgin organized ride. </i></td></tr>
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My initial plan was to do the metric century - 64 miles. My longest ride so far this season has been 36 miles, but I figure, if I can do 36, I can do 64 right?<br />
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We took off from Torrey Pines High School and headed down some nice hills toward the coast (oh yeah...we'd have to get back up those hills at the end). I was cruising along, about 15 miles into the ride, with a nice group of women. Alberta and Mik were a little bit ahead of me (we'd gotten separated at a light), and suddenly, I see Alberta's daisy shirt. She was on the side of the road, bike upside down, with a flat. So OF COURSE I stopped to help, even though, as we all know, I am not a fast tire change. We examined the tire for awhile, and I'll admit, I didn't try that hard to deal with it because this was an all women's bike race, and so I called the SAG bus to see, and a really nice guy showed up to change Alberta's tire.<br />
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Yes, I was a wuss. I admit it. I didn't want to break a nail.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Our own personal tire changer...and yes, Alberta was texting someone about it...or maybe she was posting it on FB, or maybe that was me doing the FB posting. </i></td></tr>
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I'm not sure how long Alberta and I were dealing with the flat (or more accurately, watching our SAG guy deal with the flat), but I knew by the time we started riding again, that there was no way I was going to catch up to Mik, and if I didn't catch up to her, that I wasn't going do the full 64 because I'd be doing the hardest part of the ride, all the hills, by myself...and with all the meds I'd ingested all week, I thought this was the excuse I needed to just take it easy.<br />
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Quite frankly, as we found out later. Alberta's flat was a very good thing.<br />
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We made it to North Carlsbad and to Magee park, the first rest stop. I'll just say that the Rest Stops were AMAZING. This one had croissant sandwiches, cucumber water, too many different pastries, coffee, tea, freekin' quiche...who could eat all that and get back on a bike? I have no idea. I nibbled a little bit, drank a lot, refilled my water bottles.<br />
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I did walk in on a guy in the men's room. I mean, it was an all women's race. The line to the ladies room was long. Who would expect there to be an actual DUDE in the men's room. His back was to me. I didn't look. I am a lady after all.<br />
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Mik, of course, has no patience with long rest stops, so she'd already taken off for the hills, and so I decided to ride the 40 miles and head back to the start with Betty, Alberta, and Wilma.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>On the way back we advantage of the photo opportunities. Forgive the inside joke, but Betty knows that I was thinking about a snorkel and flippers for the rest of the ride after we took this shot.</i></td></tr>
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So...now that I've gotten past the spoiler alert (I didn't do a full metric century), Here's my route<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Uh...remember that nice downhill part at the beginning? To be honest, neither did I...but I do remember the up part now...I think it's mean to make riders climb in the 39the mile of a 40 mile race...really I do.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Wilma crossing the finish line...which brings up the observation...THAT'S the finish line? I missed it...I wasn't the only one. It really wasn't well marked </i></td></tr>
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As for the finish line festivities? Well, unlike the rest stops, there was a food truck with what they called Thai food (white rice with some chicken stuff or beef stuff over it...I mean really. It was called The SENORITA Century. Don't you think that warrants a taco?<br />
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Also... huge props to Wilma. There were some pretty long climbs...maybe 8% to 10% grades at places, and she's still pretty new to cycling. She hung in there. She finished the race. I'm so proud!<br />
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She really deserved a taco...and probably a margarita, but that would come later.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>We were the main cheerleaders for all who came in after us. We do look happy to be finished.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>And that's Mik... She is such a stud. She finished a really, really, really difficult 64 (she called it horrible, which coming from Mik is something) only about 20 minutes after we all finished our 40. Here was her climb. </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>See those little descents and climbs at that I was just complaining about at the beginning and at the end of the ride...then take a look at what Mik did between Miles 50 and 90...we just rode the flat part. Again...she's a stud.</i></td></tr>
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We figured we needed something more than meat-type foods on rice, so we ended up at my house, where we consumed beverages and snacks and relaxed about the day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know...it's not a stellar shot of any of us...we were tired and VERY focused on food, drink, and relaxing at that point.</td></tr>
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So..some observations about the Senorita Century.<br />
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The Good Stuff<br />
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<li>The 40 mile route was beautiful and for this beginning rider, challenging enough</li>
<li>The 64 mile route was very challenging, and I'm glad I didn't do it at this point of my training, but I'm proud of Mik for doing it for us.</li>
<li>The rest stops had great food, maybe too much good food.</li>
<li>The race organizer was super nice and answered all of my emails, sometimes within an hour or so.</li>
<li>It was a small field, and for an inaugural, that's probably a very good thing</li>
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The Not-So-Good</div>
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<li>It was kinda expensive. The full registration fee was $125.00. No race jersey. The medal at the end was kinda cheap. I'm glad we got in on a "tres senoritas" discount, so it was about $65 a person to ride. The only reason I ended up with a race jersey (it's a nice one) is because I signed up 6 people, and they messed up our registration once, so the race organizer sent me one. Let's just say that if it wasn't for the discount, we'd have never done it.</li>
<li>The race end was really disappointing. A food truck? The food was cold? There was no beer garden (granted...we were in a high school parking lot, so of course there was no beer), but still. The finish line was completely unmarked. I felt bad for the race organizer (who was EVERYWHERE that day. As individuals crossed, she would chase them down and hand them a medal. </li>
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So, we enjoyed the ride on the coast, and of course being with friends. We are all signed up for the Gran Fondo San Diego in about a month, so more fun will ensue then. </div>Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-57932984603750393712012-03-09T13:43:00.000-08:002012-03-09T13:43:44.060-08:00Call me QuasiI had a root canal on Tuesday. I've known people who've had root canals and gone back to work the same day. I hate those people right now.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>You could call me Quasimodo this week</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Or maybe Marlon</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>see the resemblance?</i></td></tr>
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BECAUSE that is not how dental work seems to work for me. What started off as a toothache last Friday, became a really effing bad toothache over weekend, which became an OMFG I need to see a dentist NOW toothache on Monday, that resulted in an emergency root canal on Tuesday morning, which didn't really improve things so I had to go in yesterday morning AGAIN for a SECOND opening of the tooth at which time I had a complete sobbing melt-down in the endodontist's office as a result of the frustration and pain.<br />
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In short, it's been a pretty sucky week. I seem to be OK on the pain front right now (tylenol 3 + ibuprofen is a beautiful thing). But it's not like I've been able to run or ride this week. Pretty much, I've just slept.<br />
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So...on Sunday, I'm supposed to do the Senorita Century (100K - a metric century), and I'm still planning on riding. But I may just do the 40 mile ride instead. I'll take along some ibuprofen and tylenol (not the tylenol 3 stuff...that seems a little risky) and see how it goes.<br />
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I'd really like my old face back though.Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-66043721994767314632012-03-04T10:19:00.000-08:002012-03-04T10:19:06.456-08:00Runs, Rides, News<div>
I ran twice this week and rode once. 10.5 miles running, 33 miles on the bike...and all of this took place in the last three days.</div>
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<li>Friday - Run - 3.21 miles, 33:36 (10:29)</li>
<li>Saturday - Bike - 33:6 miles, 2:32:52 (13.9 mph)</li>
<li>Sunday - Run - 7:02 miles, 1:12:58 (10:23)</li>
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I don't really know how to think about or represent the riding time. I am riding with a 14-15 mph pace group, so this week I averaged a little less than 14. What I do know is that I am not at the BACK of this particular group, and we did ride UP Torrey Pines.</div>
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Learning to ride with a large group has been a learning experience. I'll admit, some of the whole riding with a pack thing makes me nervous. For example: I will never understand how people go flying down hills with abandon. My top speed going down a hill yesterday was about 30mph...and it was scary. I slowed down repeatedly on Torrey Pines (That's not where I hit 30mph). Although we were going downhill for about a mile, it was not my fastest mile.</div>
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I'm a big chicken when it comes to speeding downhills. I'd rather go up 'em. I'm not kidding. I was really happy about going up Torrey Pines at the end of the ride. It wasn't a fast climb, but I never felt like I was shaky or had to stop, and I've felt that way about this hill before. Like I said, it's a long climb. AND I'd already ridden 30 miles...so BOO YA!</div>
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You may have noticed that all my riding and running activity this week took place over the weekend. In the long run, that is not good for me. This I know. Overdoing it on the weekends is a sure-fire way to get injured, but I had some good reasons for not getting in any mid-week runs or rides this week.</div>
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Walter's father was in the hospital all week; he has colon cancer. He didn't go TO the hospital because of this, but it was something that was unexpectedly found because he was there for something else. </div>
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Yes, it sucks. There was a surgery. Modern medicine is downright, freekin' amazing! A surgeon, who did the surgery (and who not really look old enough to be a surgeon BTW), removed the tumor laproscopically (is that a word?), which is the huge, effing, amazing part to me. For my FIL to be able to have that kind of surgery (three small incisions) was a godsend because we were not so sure he'd make it through an actual surgery. He's 89. He came through the surgery like a champ. </div>
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So, I mention this because this is a running (sorta) blog, and my father in law is the person who really started my running adventures. He didn't really do it on purpose, he just signed up the whole family for a 5K about 6 years ago, and I got the wild idea that I could actually run a 5K since there were so many other people running who looked a lot like me...meaning they didn't really look like what I then thought ALL RUNNERS looked like...you know like this</div>
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So, really, today's blog is dedicated to my FIL. If it wasn't for him, I may not have ever started this craziness. He is just a stud, is doing well, flirting shamelessly with all the nurses, and is going to be OK.</div>Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-43878908416431215132012-02-26T17:06:00.003-08:002012-02-26T17:07:15.655-08:00Mental WorkOK...so here's the deal.<br />
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We started riding with a local cycling training group (run through the local Trek bike store) two weeks ago...and by "we," I mean Betty, Mik, Wilma, Clarence, yours truly, and hopefully soon, Elsie. In these two weeks, we've learned lots about what it means to ride in a pace line (yes, much easier to go the distance, if you know what I mean, by doing this). We've also learned loads about using the various hand and voice signals cycler's use in large packs in order to keep from a) running into one another and b) running into something or someone else.</div>
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And mostly we've learned that, honestly, cycling in a large group has been mentally exhausting. </div>
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I'd have to look back a few years at some earlier blogs to see if I complained about being über concerned about whatever-the-heck-every-other-runner-around-me-was-doing when I started running, and trust me, if there was something to whine about, I suspect I did.</div>
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But I don't really remember complaining about THAT particular thing (THAT = having to think). But it is a concern of mine now. When I ride, I really have to pay attention to EVERYTHING!</div>
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This is different than running. When I run, I can pretty much zone out every now and then. When I run, for the most part, I am rarely concerned that a partial zone-out is going to result in my becoming road-splatter (Full Disclosure: Yes, I have been known to trip over sidewalks and end up being road-splatter while running.) </div>
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And yes, one must be somewhat aware of his/her surroundings while running, if for no other reason than to avoid being run over by a car...or by a zoned out cyclist, but still...there is a certain amount of zone-i-ness that can occur while running, especially if running on a sidewalk or walking/running path.</div>
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HOWEVER THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO WAY ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH I CAN ZONE OUT WHILE RIDING. PERIOD. </div>
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Yesterday we rode about 30 miles with the Trek Training Group. Mik, Betty, and I rode with the B-3 Group (Ave 14 to 15 mph). I have no idea what any of this means, but I know that I was pretty much in the middle of the group, did pretty well on the flatter parts of the ride, fell back when going up hills, and tipped over once while still clipped in when there were too many people going too slow up a too steep entry to a bike path (really...my bad. I should have just waited). </div>
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Then this morning, Mik and I met up for an hour run (6.5 miles, 1.04, 9:55 pace). My legs felt a bit heavy, but overall, a nice run at Lake BP.</div>
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Balancing running and riding into a weekly routine is going to be a definite challenge. The Trek training program meets every Saturday at 8am and is supposed to end with the San Diego Century on May 19. The Rockin & Running training program meets every Saturday at 7am, and it ends with the Rock and Roll Marathon on June 3. We weren't planning on doing the RnR again, but we have been looking at a sweet little half on June 3 on Ojai. We haven't decided on the San Diego Century yet.</div>
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<br /></div>Aka Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09691390225208616675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141971839070256791.post-4032206506594612612012-02-11T23:01:00.000-08:002012-02-11T23:02:53.392-08:00Randomness Over 9(ish) Miles<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yep, it's been going around...the flu, head colds, and the 11 random things tag... I was due.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://love2mags.blogspot.com/2012/02/11-randoms.html">Maggie</a> @ Run Happy (who is too darn adorable and a newly-wed to boot!) tagged me with the ubiquitous 11 random things meme, and since I haven't had much in the way of blah-blah-blah blog fodder recently, I'm in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For those of you who are not in the loop, here are the rules</span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Random Eleven Rules</span></b><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Post these rules</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">You must post 11 random things about yourself</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Answer the questions set for you in their post</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tag 11 people (can't be the person who tagged you)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Create 11 new questions for the people you tag</span></li>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">11 Random Things About Me</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Since I ran about 9ish miles this morning, I had some time to think about lots of random things, so what follows are a compendium of randomness from this morning.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I love it when I accidentally run into other bloggers.</i> This morning I saw <a href="http://lisasepiphany.blogspot.com/">Lisa</a> during my run. She was running in a Half Marathon at Mission Bay and I was on about Mile 6 of my long run. That we happened to be at the same place, at the same time, was truly random. I had just left a SDTC water station, and was making sure I avoided runners who were in the race and as I looked over my left shoulder, there was Lisa...She looked fabulous, so I took a picture! </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I make a regular habit of doing accidentally embarrassing things. </i>So...you all know how the herd wears some super-brite-neon-dayglo-lime-green on race days. This is how we find each other. What you may not know is that I also have a lime green iPod Shuffle, and a lime green iPhone case. In my last post, I wrote about how Irene's hubbs Michael and I were joking about whether or not my underwear matched. What I didn't write about is that this whole line of conversation was started by a guy from the track club who I know, but you know, I really don't know. He looked at all the green and, trying to be funny, he said something like, "Oh look at all the green, do your underwear match?" I paused, because what I WANTED to say was "I don't wear underwear" because isn't that what you all do in these situations? Double-down? But since I didn't know the other guy that well, in a moment of mature filtering, I didn't say THAT to him. Fast forward to this week, and I'm running and I pass a guy who I THINK is the same guy from last week and he's wearing a super-brite-neon-dayglo-yellow shirt, so (OF COURSE), I ask him if his underwear match...turns out it wasn't the guy from last week...uh yeah...duh.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">So, no, <i>I don't wear underwear under my compression shorts when I run.</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">One of the great things about running around East Mission Bay is that there are plenty of restrooms if one is needed. I didn't need one this morning, but <i>the strangest place I ever peed during a long ride was behing a bush, </i>a bush that we eventually renamed as "Cindi's Bush." I know, not that interesting, but it is random.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I'm always surprised by the random stuff I see when I run.</i> Recently I seem to notice a lot of ponytail holders. I'm always tempted to pick these up because I never seem to be able to find one at home when I need one.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Still...to this day, <i>I think the most random object I've ever seen on a race was the broken bong</i> in Ocean Beach. I've never seen one since.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>My favorite breakfast is a bagel thin, whipped cream cheese, and an egg while. </i>I make a sandwich out of it. YUM!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't really like the competition shows, but I am currently intrigued by <i>The Voice</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>The last TV show I watched was the "Encore" performance of SMASH,</i> but I only watched it a second time because Saturday night TV is dreadful.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Tomorrow we were planning to go skiing for the first time this season</i>...then Turbo was hanging out with his crew today, and now his hand is all swollen...maybe just a sprain? srain? fracture? We'll see in the am, but until then, no skiing for us. Ah Boys!</span></li>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">11 Questions from Maggie</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am eagerly awaiting the return of Mad Men, but until then, my default fave show is The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">2. If you could have lunch with an actor/actress of any era, who would it be and why?</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That's a tough one. I always think that Lauren Bacall or Katherine Hepburn would have been fun to chat with for a bit. I think they'd both be heffers.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">3. If you could tightrope walk across anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tightrope? Yikes! I guess across the Grand Canyon because I think there are things you'd see from that perspective that are unlike anything other than that, but how scary!</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">4. What do you do for a living?</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I teach adults to read and write at a community college. Then in my spare time, I do professional development with high school teachers, so that fewer adults end up in my courses.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">5. Do you crave sweet or salty foods?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">6. Can you remember your last dream? What was it?</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm not sure, but I think it had something to do with being behind on several projects.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">7. How big is your bed?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">8. What was the last thing you ate?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">9. Who was your last phone call or text from?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">10. If you could have any super power, what would it be?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">11. What are three things you can't live without?</span></i></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">Do you wear underwear when you run? why or why not?</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">Where is the strangest place you've ended up having to pee during a long run, ride, or race.</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">Which color porta potty do you prefer?</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">What was the last random object you saw on your last run?</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">What was the most random object you've ever seen on a long run?</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">What is your favorite breakfast?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">The Voice or American Idol?</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">What are you doing tomorrow?</span></span></li>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">So Now I'm tagging:</span></b><br />
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<li><a href="http://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2012/02/yoga-slacker.html"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Keith</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://magazinesmiles.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-aint-scene-its-arms-race.html"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Irene</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://petraruns.blogspot.com/2012/02/breakthrough.html"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Petra</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://dianasblog-becomingawayfinder.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Diana</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://lilyontheroad.blogspot.com/2012/02/starting-over-or.html"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lily</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://fatrunnergirl.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Carly</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://yourunnoreallyyourun.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Al</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://diaryofanaspiringloser.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Michelle</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://chasinbunnies.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lisa</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://runwithjill.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jill</span></a></li>
<li><a href="http://therunningfatguy.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Glenn</span></a></li>
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