<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786</id><updated>2011-11-21T20:44:00.421-08:00</updated><category term='wasatch back relay'/><category term='Weight Loss'/><category term='Amanda'/><category term='injuries'/><category term='Basics'/><category term='Tempo Runs'/><category term='Trails'/><category term='Running'/><category term='hills'/><category term='Lori'/><category term='Speed Workouts'/><title type='text'>Look Pretty.  Run Nasty.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>275</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5102915497025770168</id><published>2011-11-17T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:18:51.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roughly 50 ft.</title><content type='html'>I ran- to the observing eye it was probably a lopsided shuffle but it inside it was my strongest stride ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5102915497025770168?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5102915497025770168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5102915497025770168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5102915497025770168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5102915497025770168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2011/11/roughly-50-ft.html' title='roughly 50 ft.'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5489621281829317558</id><published>2011-11-11T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T10:25:04.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin Would Be Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 11 miler today was full of hills. &amp;nbsp;Not the cute rolling hills, but long stretches of massive inclines. &amp;nbsp;One after another after another. &amp;nbsp;I purposefully made the course hard because it was my last double digit run before my thanksgiving half marathon. &amp;nbsp;Well, around mile 9 I started running up a street I never had before. &amp;nbsp;I'd driven it, yes, but y'all know incline is totally different on foot. &amp;nbsp;I turned a corner, realized it was yet ANOTHER crazy long hill. &amp;nbsp;I stopped. &amp;nbsp;Looked at the hill. Shook my head and shouted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAMMIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then, I strapped on my Erin-hills-are-fun-mojo and ran up that sucker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cussing AND running hills, I truly channeled you today, my friend. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5489621281829317558?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5489621281829317558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5489621281829317558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5489621281829317558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5489621281829317558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2011/11/erin-would-be-proud.html' title='Erin Would Be Proud'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-4905876152784691196</id><published>2011-10-08T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T13:24:38.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Air</title><content type='html'>The other night I walked outside the instant the cold air hit my lungs something inside my body so natural couldn't get enough of that crisp air. I wanted to feel my legs moving quickly beneath me as I filled my lungs....it made me smile and think of all though cold mornings laughing as we ran down the middle of the street in those wee hours of the mornings- followed by a warm cup of joe. (Thanks for the introduction to the coco-motion)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-4905876152784691196?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/4905876152784691196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=4905876152784691196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4905876152784691196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4905876152784691196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2011/10/cold-air.html' title='Cold Air'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2544621649377994710</id><published>2011-07-06T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T06:23:30.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running For Erin</title><content type='html'>I've been at a loss for what to do for our sick Tres Amiga, Erin.  She's still super sick, still in and out of the hospital a little weaker with each hospitalization. Her attitude is amazing, optimistic, and faith-promoting.  After visiting with her in Utah I resolved to be more positive and have more faith that things will eventually turn around.  If she can do, by golly, I can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I lace up to go out and run I think of her.  Lately not a single run has gone by where I haven't thanked God for the opportunity I have to be healthy, to be running, and to realize something that simple can be taken from us so quickly.   To honor my friend, my body, and my health I decided my races this summer were to be dedicated to Erin in hopes of her turnaround.  I know its not "doing anything" and in the end it only makes ME feel better, but I hope in some small way the Lord feels those extra prayers and the extra pounding on the pavement in her behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEQLwO6MDtA/ThRg6dRTSqI/AAAAAAAAN00/4UcDi7ZDWgc/s1600/IMAG0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEQLwO6MDtA/ThRg6dRTSqI/AAAAAAAAN00/4UcDi7ZDWgc/s400/IMAG0730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626228391898466978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend I ran a massive 10k.  There were 60,000 runners.  Insane, I tell you.  I decided to 'go public' with my Erin-ness and spent most of the race answering the question "Who is Erin? Is she ok?"  I got to spend my hour of running talking to strangers about my amazing friend and asking them for prayers.  If nothing else, now more people in the world are shooting vibes straight to heaven for Erin. Some people misread my shirt and yelled "Go Erin! You're doing GREAT!" It made me teary but I thought, "that's right.. go erin! you ARE doing great! keep fighting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for my friend and I wish there was something I could do to make her better.  But, until I make the amazing scientific breakthrough, I will continue to take care of my body and enjoy the health I have and pray that Erin will, too, be able to hit the pavement with me again one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2544621649377994710?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2544621649377994710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2544621649377994710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2544621649377994710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2544621649377994710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2011/07/running-for-erin.html' title='Running For Erin'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEQLwO6MDtA/ThRg6dRTSqI/AAAAAAAAN00/4UcDi7ZDWgc/s72-c/IMAG0730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-4018476970155748237</id><published>2011-05-24T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:44:32.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Our sweet Erin rebounded-ish enough to be discharged for a few weeks this month but she is now back in the hospital.  She's still super sick.  Her body is still eating itself. She's still under 100 lbs.  They still don't know what to do and there are many teams of doctors completely puzzled.  There still aren't answers.  We don't know what to do for her except pray and hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-4018476970155748237?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/4018476970155748237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=4018476970155748237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4018476970155748237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4018476970155748237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2011/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-4155025277672443793</id><published>2011-04-21T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:57:50.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tres Amigas Prayer</title><content type='html'>We break this blog silence to ask for a special favor.  Our third amiga, Erin, is extremely ill right now.  They still aren't sure what's going on.  She's been sick for quite awhile now but lately it's gone from bad to worse.  She's currently in the hospital, again, fighting.  Literally, there is nothing we can do for her right now but pray and hope her doctors can figure out what is destroying our friend.  We're feeling antsy and want to DO something.  This is where you, our fellow running community come into play.   Erin can barely move right now, let alone walk or run....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dedicate your long run&lt;/span&gt; this Saturday to Erin?&lt;br /&gt;Would you just think of her, pray for her, send good vibes to her doctors and her body, or even just sprint 400 meters for her?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running has been my friend, and has brought me some of the best friends a  girl could ask for. It has taught me a lot about myself and about life.  Running listens to me, and makes me move at a pace where I can listen  to myself as well.  When its just the two of us on a cold dark morning I  know I can count on running to help me work out my thoughts. Oh how  grateful I am for running in my world!   &lt;/span&gt;-Erin 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point that's all we can do - take it out on the streets and pound out the pavement, each step hopefully sending enough good will to help this thing turn around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-4155025277672443793?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/4155025277672443793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=4155025277672443793&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4155025277672443793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4155025277672443793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2011/04/tres-amigas-prayer.html' title='Tres Amigas Prayer'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-8261206589712010180</id><published>2011-01-08T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:43:44.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ankle Weights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran 5 miles with ankle weights on yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I thought it was an awesome idea... push my legs harder and use the muscles more, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt.  It hurt so bad, ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it hurt bad enough that I'm determined to do it AGAIN to prove to myself that it doesn't have to hurt that bad each time.  cause i'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, i just registered for a half marathon on february 26th.  woot.  it was only $35!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-8261206589712010180?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/8261206589712010180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=8261206589712010180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8261206589712010180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8261206589712010180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2011/01/ankle-weights.html' title='Ankle Weights'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-1135305099042520913</id><published>2010-12-17T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:41:00.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>proof that i live in stars hallow</title><content type='html'>took these&amp;nbsp;beauties&amp;nbsp;of my running area the other day. &amp;nbsp;each time i run downtown i run pass the gazebo and start singing "where you lead... i will follow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/TQuuguyHKQI/AAAAAAAACM4/IzzYgXXPS2o/s1600/IMG01961-20101206-0726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/TQuuguyHKQI/AAAAAAAACM4/IzzYgXXPS2o/s400/IMG01961-20101206-0726.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then the other day i was driving in our little city center by the library and noticed this antique store. doesn't it look like it could be Ms Kim's? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/TQuuoTAx3hI/AAAAAAAACM8/7q2gnT0LlP8/s1600/IMG01955-20101203-1238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/TQuuoTAx3hI/AAAAAAAACM8/7q2gnT0LlP8/s400/IMG01955-20101203-1238.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i think you two should come here and enjoy my little stars hallow with me. &amp;nbsp;that's all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-1135305099042520913?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/1135305099042520913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=1135305099042520913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1135305099042520913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1135305099042520913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/12/proof-that-i-live-in-stars-hallow.html' title='proof that i live in stars hallow'/><author><name>Van and Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15230921030000407458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/STILmTXtRVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jqr-OyzCDp0/S220/DSC_0253.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/TQuuguyHKQI/AAAAAAAACM4/IzzYgXXPS2o/s72-c/IMG01961-20101206-0726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-1280491943104162515</id><published>2010-12-16T05:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T05:34:57.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5:30</title><content type='html'>5:30 use to be the time I would get up to run wit my two favorite girls now its the time I wake up to have my blood drawn to tell me how sick I am for the day....but not for long I hope :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-1280491943104162515?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/1280491943104162515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=1280491943104162515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1280491943104162515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1280491943104162515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/12/530.html' title='5:30'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7246364652725355166</id><published>2010-11-29T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:54:28.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrr</title><content type='html'>I'm officially wearing 2 pairs of pants, 2 shirts, 1 coat, 1 tuque, a scarf and gloves when I run.&amp;nbsp; And occasionally my spikes.&amp;nbsp; Running feels like it takes double the effort, and the wind bites.&amp;nbsp; I remember when I used to see runners out in weather like this and thought they were certifiably insane.&amp;nbsp; Hmmmm, maybe there is some merit to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do think it's fun when ice crystals form on my eye lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7246364652725355166?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7246364652725355166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7246364652725355166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7246364652725355166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7246364652725355166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/11/brrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrr'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7739923610670582607</id><published>2010-11-10T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:33:04.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Man Run</title><content type='html'>I keep meaning to post about the funniest run we had a couple of weeks ago, and I keep forgetting.&amp;nbsp; So even though it's late and it's going to seem thrown together, here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;So about 2 weeks ago Lesa and I headed out for our long run on Saturday morning.&amp;nbsp; We head out a little later than our usual time because both our hubbies' schedules allow for that.&amp;nbsp; However, even though we go later on Saturdays, we typically NEVER see another soul out and about at that time of morning.&amp;nbsp; You know what I'm talking about.&amp;nbsp; Well this particular morning we were only about a half mile into our run when we saw a man walking toward us.&amp;nbsp; He looked like a nice enough guy, and neither of our creepy guy alarms went off...that is until we were about 5 feet away from him and he starts laughing hysterically to himself.&amp;nbsp; Like gut grabbing laugh, then says, "Hello ladies," through the laughter as we passed him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ummmmmm ok.&amp;nbsp; That was random.&amp;nbsp; But we just kept on running and didn't think much more about it.&lt;br /&gt;Then on our way back on our loop we passed another gentleman, this one a little older, and as we passed him he yelled to us, "Give it hell girls!" with an accompanying fist shake.&amp;nbsp; We both just busted up laughing and decided that maybe those men needed to stay in bed longer that morning.&amp;nbsp; We decided that it was officially the random man run, and that any time we needed a little motivation we'll just yell "Give it hell girls!"&amp;nbsp;So the next time we get&amp;nbsp;to run together (like in a bazillion years)&amp;nbsp;don't be surprised if you hear a little fist shaking shout from&amp;nbsp;me to give a little encouragement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7739923610670582607?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7739923610670582607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7739923610670582607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7739923610670582607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7739923610670582607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-man-run.html' title='Random Man Run'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5204604509020554707</id><published>2010-10-30T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:55:57.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need some mojo</title><content type='html'>hey ladies.  i've lost that lovin feeling.  i need a challenge.  one that i need to be held responsible to. i can't register for a race, dang fees.  but i can compete....against myself.  will you challenge me to something? something with a timeline? otherwise, my running career might be slowly dying in front of my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5204604509020554707?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5204604509020554707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5204604509020554707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5204604509020554707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5204604509020554707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-need-some-mojo.html' title='i need some mojo'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7752259216800955161</id><published>2010-10-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:56:19.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to snow on the ground and was quickly filled with the best of memories of our early morning runs on the first day of snow. I enjoyed every minute of our early morning work outs for those two years, but I didn't realize at the time how much I would always treasure those sweet memories o how I would always consider those memories one of the sweetest seasons of my life...I have you two to thank and share them with! Heart you two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7752259216800955161?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7752259216800955161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7752259216800955161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7752259216800955161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7752259216800955161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-woke-up-this-morning-to-snow-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7968482245751532948</id><published>2010-09-28T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:33:21.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't We Clean Up Nicely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proof that we don't always look like we just rolled out of bed.&amp;nbsp; Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/TKLPYKdgBbI/AAAAAAAANzQ/B0sMHR6hb5U/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/TKLPYKdgBbI/AAAAAAAANzQ/B0sMHR6hb5U/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Muah. Love you girls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You're the best friends a girl could ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;\Now move back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7968482245751532948?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7968482245751532948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7968482245751532948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7968482245751532948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7968482245751532948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-we-clean-up-nicely.html' title='Don&apos;t We Clean Up Nicely?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/TKLPYKdgBbI/AAAAAAAANzQ/B0sMHR6hb5U/s72-c/DSC_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3033364214087564966</id><published>2010-09-06T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:26:59.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good idea isn't always the best thing</title><content type='html'>So saturday morning was one of those perfect runs- I ran 3 miles with my neighbor, it was just a fast easy great coversation kind of run as we were ending I realized I really really didn't want to...so I decided to keep going and keep going I did for another 3 miles. The next three miles alone I prayed, I poundered, and I ran strong and fast. It felt so good to be able to run strong- since feeling strong and healthy really haven't been feelings I have had of late. I thanked my Heavenly Father for this speical moment to be back in my game. I came home with great plans for my day...and then it happened. My vision went blurry, I got light headed. No biggy right? I drank a glass of water, made me some breakfast, drank more water, took a shower, drank more water. Nothing helped in fact at this point I was dizzy and my head was killing me. I climbed back in bed and didn't move until 2 in the afternoon! I should have stopped at 3 miles I guess I am not that strong or healthy- but o'well at least I got a good prayer in :) and 6 miles is actually decent milage for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3033364214087564966?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3033364214087564966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3033364214087564966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3033364214087564966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3033364214087564966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-idea-isnt-always-best-thing.html' title='A good idea isn&apos;t always the best thing'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3129478248591229634</id><published>2010-09-02T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:09:33.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Started Running Again</title><content type='html'>No Connor isn't sleeping through the night yet.&amp;nbsp; In fact, he still wakes up more than once most nights despite my best 'you-have-got-to-get-on-a-routine' techniques.&amp;nbsp; But I have been dying to get back out there.&amp;nbsp; These past couple of months have left me feeling unstable for reasons you're both aware of and all I could keep thinking was, "I NEED a good run."&amp;nbsp; So yesterday morning I decided I was back in the game.&amp;nbsp; I'm already exhausted so why not?&amp;nbsp; I went yesterday and this morning.&amp;nbsp; It felt amazing.&amp;nbsp; I am so.dang.tired. but it's totally been worth it.&amp;nbsp; I suddenly feel like Lori.&amp;nbsp; No sleep and still functioning.&amp;nbsp; It must come with having more than one kid.&amp;nbsp; Well at least it did for me....I'm always trying to be like you Lor!&amp;nbsp; And I was even chipper in your honor yesterday Erin.&amp;nbsp; Man I miss you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3129478248591229634?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3129478248591229634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3129478248591229634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3129478248591229634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3129478248591229634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-started-running-again.html' title='I Started Running Again'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-583364027017289040</id><published>2010-08-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:17:17.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stinking guts</title><content type='html'>So my guts are still full of infection I have been going in every two-three weeks since June and I either get a whole new set of meds or they add to the combination of meds they already have established- bottom line is running long distances isn't happening. So last night I came up with a new plan.....&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;operation 5k!&lt;/span&gt; My work has a 5k at the end of september and the ladies in my hood always run the BYU alumi 5k in October. So I am going to train for them (yes a 5K) I want to be FAST...&lt;em&gt;we are talking Amanda style fast! (well maybe not that fast I naturally don't carry those skills)&lt;/em&gt;. I will probably run my work one with Hayden so my goal 27 minutes and for the BYU 5k I am thinking 24 minutes 23 minutes if I am lucky :) silly goals I know but I got to have something as a goal besides laying a solid duce! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;yep I did say for the enitre internet world to here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-583364027017289040?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/583364027017289040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=583364027017289040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/583364027017289040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/583364027017289040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/08/stinking-guts.html' title='stinking guts'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-556362066977001497</id><published>2010-08-04T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T04:25:47.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Excited</title><content type='html'>I have taken a complete month off of running, off of any sort of impact on my knee, and off of any therapeutic pavement pounding mornings.  Quite sad, but the good news is I can now TRY to run again.   Once I rebound from this fun little sickness and my lungs choose to be able to breathe again, I'm at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited I can hardly wait.  I don't even care that the humidity is hovering 90% and I'll probably look like I just took a shower.  Nope, don't care even a smidge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-556362066977001497?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/556362066977001497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=556362066977001497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/556362066977001497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/556362066977001497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-excited.html' title='Very Excited'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3505872381354506603</id><published>2010-08-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:27:46.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer is coming to a end,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can tell in the morning the air is cooler, the shadows are growing longer, the sun is still waking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its sad saying good bye to a friend I have enjoyed so much this summer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But nothing compares to quite fall mornings, breathing in crisp clean air and crunching leaves under my feet&amp;nbsp; Really, could it be almost&amp;nbsp; be here?&amp;nbsp; Is it just around the corner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LOVE fall running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3505872381354506603?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3505872381354506603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3505872381354506603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3505872381354506603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3505872381354506603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/08/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-1917912908753727955</id><published>2010-07-03T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T05:32:19.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ragnar Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/TC8tn5A9t_I/AAAAAAAABi4/D_BXSjPO74g/s1600/P1000540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/TC8tn5A9t_I/AAAAAAAABi4/D_BXSjPO74g/s400/P1000540.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;can be found&lt;a href="http://vanandlori.blogspot.com/2010/07/wasatch-back-relay-2010.html"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love you ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-1917912908753727955?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/1917912908753727955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=1917912908753727955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1917912908753727955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1917912908753727955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-ragnar-recap.html' title='My Ragnar Recap'/><author><name>Van and Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15230921030000407458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/STILmTXtRVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jqr-OyzCDp0/S220/DSC_0253.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/TC8tn5A9t_I/AAAAAAAABi4/D_BXSjPO74g/s72-c/P1000540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3833402676218938869</id><published>2010-06-21T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:46:03.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/TB_PHVCd1LI/AAAAAAAANjg/6jY27R-_j04/s1600/tres+amigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485330595974075570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/TB_PHVCd1LI/AAAAAAAANjg/6jY27R-_j04/s400/tres+amigas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay for a tres amigas reunion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so awesome to run with my faves again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's not let it be 3 years before we do it again shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3833402676218938869?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3833402676218938869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3833402676218938869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3833402676218938869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3833402676218938869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-happiness.html' title='This Is Happiness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/TB_PHVCd1LI/AAAAAAAANjg/6jY27R-_j04/s72-c/tres+amigas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3271181000129953299</id><published>2010-05-02T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:10:38.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feeble Attempt at a Long Run</title><content type='html'>I set out on Saturday morning do accomplish two things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) run 6 miles&lt;br /&gt;2) hill train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some nasty inclines right around Emory's campus so I thought I'd go that way and just push myself as hard as I could. &amp;nbsp;seriously, ladies, there is one hill that is a mile long. &amp;nbsp;it's a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;run started out like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94Tv7lE4eI/AAAAAAAABGY/Z965eZjJCS8/s1600/IMG00302-20100501-0832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94Tv7lE4eI/AAAAAAAABGY/Z965eZjJCS8/s400/IMG00302-20100501-0832.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gulp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I made it to the top without stopping, go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I ran for about 3 more miles and was too focused on trying to keep a good tempo and push up hills that i didn't stop and take pictures for you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i came to my new favorite running place. &amp;nbsp;it's the closest place i've found that reminds me of our trails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;check it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94T6r4ptLI/AAAAAAAABGg/29M5_UHqrV4/s1600/IMG00303-20100501-0912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94T6r4ptLI/AAAAAAAABGg/29M5_UHqrV4/s400/IMG00303-20100501-0912.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leads to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94UIN1WYjI/AAAAAAAABGo/dI6Bb1_fSYE/s1600/IMG00304-20100501-0914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94UIN1WYjI/AAAAAAAABGo/dI6Bb1_fSYE/s400/IMG00304-20100501-0914.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leads to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94UNpbYNHI/AAAAAAAABGw/nBtCX__fgDA/s1600/IMG00306-20100501-0917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94UNpbYNHI/AAAAAAAABGw/nBtCX__fgDA/s400/IMG00306-20100501-0917.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahhhh. &amp;nbsp;fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest part is about 3 minutes after the trail you come out on cement and BAM you're in the city again. ahhhh cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about 10 minutes later this happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94UVyzi4qI/AAAAAAAABG4/TCYXDIuoIKM/s1600/IMG00307-20100501-0927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94UVyzi4qI/AAAAAAAABG4/TCYXDIuoIKM/s400/IMG00307-20100501-0927.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;what? what's that lor? &amp;nbsp;oh that's me limping. &amp;nbsp;my knee totally gave out, it was ridiculous. &amp;nbsp;so I had to do intervals of walking, running, stretching to make it the last mile and a half. &amp;nbsp;i was super discouraged by the time i came home. &amp;nbsp;it still hurts. boo. &amp;nbsp;i'm hoping my fall a few weeks ago didn't pop open the hole in my cartilage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, it was a beautiful run. &amp;nbsp;one i'm taking you on if either of you ever make it out my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3271181000129953299?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3271181000129953299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3271181000129953299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3271181000129953299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3271181000129953299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-feeble-attempt-at-long-run.html' title='My Feeble Attempt at a Long Run'/><author><name>Van and Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15230921030000407458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/STILmTXtRVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jqr-OyzCDp0/S220/DSC_0253.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S94Tv7lE4eI/AAAAAAAABGY/Z965eZjJCS8/s72-c/IMG00302-20100501-0832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7689733361956964331</id><published>2010-04-27T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:59:24.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sight for sore eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in case you ladies forgot what i look like while training for Ragnar..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S9d6OmLF-tI/AAAAAAAABDg/ENnaRqz6ccE/s400/IMG00252-20100426-1115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464971064021220050" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_230953995"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_230953996"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7689733361956964331?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7689733361956964331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7689733361956964331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7689733361956964331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7689733361956964331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/04/sight-for-sore-eyes.html' title='sight for sore eyes'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S9d6OmLF-tI/AAAAAAAABDg/ENnaRqz6ccE/s72-c/IMG00252-20100426-1115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2523441300165886645</id><published>2010-04-09T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:13:46.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it happened to me</title><content type='html'>So Tuesday morning I ran 7 with one of my neighbor friends training for the Utah Valley Marathon. As I was walking out the door last night, I decided to grab my phone, I never run with my phone but thought. Its early and 7 miles is kind of a long time if Ty needs me. And off we went. Then mid morning I went to grab my phone, and the pocket I put it in was unzipped and surprise &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;no phone! &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finished&amp;nbsp; feeding Hayden and decided I would have to go run/drive the entire run all over again. There is no way I would find my phone just from the car, and it was cold so I would need to leave Hayden in the car...14 miles in one day Tally-ho! Within minutes I got a gmail chat message from Ty that read: "Air you there, someone just called Brad, said they found your phone, did you go somewhere? did you take it running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" AMEN to honest good people! They saved my a ton of effort, time and potentially a new phone! I fellow runner found it, a sweet girl from that running bunch I was suppose to run with last summer- such a small world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this story has you bitting at the bit- check out my blog for the post about how I left my purse in the shopping cart in Wal-marts parking lot, with $150.00 in cash, $25.00 check and Ty and mine ss cards (needed to make copies of and forgot to take them out the day before)....not to mention it was a way cute purse and I had just gotten a new fossil wallet :) the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my mind! Don't trust me with anything of value, its a miracle Hayden has survived!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2523441300165886645?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2523441300165886645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2523441300165886645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2523441300165886645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2523441300165886645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-happened-to-me.html' title='it happened to me'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-4058088992255223895</id><published>2010-03-20T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:29:52.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasatch back relay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo Runs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hills'/><title type='text'>They're Baaaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S6U-DTYvYrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OUivjEsoqC4/s1600-h/IMG00722-20100318-1937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S6U-DTYvYrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OUivjEsoqC4/s320/IMG00722-20100318-1937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My legs are jello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just sayin.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-4058088992255223895?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/4058088992255223895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=4058088992255223895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4058088992255223895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4058088992255223895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/03/theyre-baaaaack.html' title='They&apos;re Baaaaack'/><author><name>Van and Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15230921030000407458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/STILmTXtRVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Jqr-OyzCDp0/S220/DSC_0253.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/S6U-DTYvYrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OUivjEsoqC4/s72-c/IMG00722-20100318-1937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7923407149564948298</id><published>2010-03-14T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:47:41.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/S51K6anIqFI/AAAAAAAANW4/bAs2EuMZ4EU/s1600-h/hurts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/S51K6anIqFI/AAAAAAAANW4/bAs2EuMZ4EU/s400/hurts.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9 miles after 2 weeks of no long run hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you were wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, I'd like to mention that I'm so freakin' excited that Erin has decided to join us in our Ragnar craziness!!!&amp;nbsp; Woot woot!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is going to be epic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7923407149564948298?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7923407149564948298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7923407149564948298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7923407149564948298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7923407149564948298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/S51K6anIqFI/AAAAAAAANW4/bAs2EuMZ4EU/s72-c/hurts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-660142206690399922</id><published>2010-02-26T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:40:13.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fun Thing</title><content type='html'>Hey all our faithful readers (you know, Carla and Megan).&amp;nbsp; Just wanted you to know that I'm going to be writing&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1267242204617"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-39848-Atlanta-Running-Fitness-Examiner%7Ey2010m2d25-Go-To-Resource-For-Atlanta-Running"&gt;bi-weekly columns right here&lt;/a&gt; about running and exercise.&amp;nbsp; If you have any specific topic you want discussed or explored, let me know.&amp;nbsp; I'd love some topic ideas to get my writer brain going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave a quick post here on Tres Amigas every time I post, there.&amp;nbsp; Or you can click on the "&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-39848-Atlanta-Running-Fitness-Examiner%7Ey2010m2d25-Go-To-Resource-For-Atlanta-Running"&gt;subscribe&lt;/a&gt;" button on my page and you can get my articles in your email.&amp;nbsp; The first (and currently, only) article is Atlanta-centric since it's my first column representing metro Atlanta.&amp;nbsp; They won't all be Atlanta-centric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as ME: I'm finally getting back in my running groove again.&amp;nbsp; Ragnar training started last Monday and I'm doing alright. My legs are learning to hate me again, which is a good thing.&amp;nbsp; No pain no gain!&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow I tackle 5.5 miles on a very hilly course.&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-660142206690399922?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/660142206690399922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=660142206690399922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/660142206690399922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/660142206690399922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-fun-thing.html' title='New Fun Thing'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3373641895648302453</id><published>2010-02-13T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T05:52:01.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Annual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Wish you where here 10k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;March 6th at 6am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3373641895648302453?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3373641895648302453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3373641895648302453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3373641895648302453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3373641895648302453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-annual.html' title='The First Annual'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-8261534851228888409</id><published>2010-02-13T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T05:49:34.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out these BEAUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/S3asGY1tViI/AAAAAAAABUo/rvK42l9GBDc/s1600-h/172341_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/S3asGY1tViI/AAAAAAAABUo/rvK42l9GBDc/s400/172341_lg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So between the two of you I think you're both a lot better at keeping up with the hip and new so you might already know about these BUT last night Ty says to me, "I have really been search for something great for you for Valentines Day and this is what I'm thinking...." To which I started laughing- I had no idea what to think. BUT their called the Vibram Five Fingers and apparently it makes running, like running bare foot. &lt;i&gt;(Who would want to do that? was my first thought too)&lt;/i&gt; BUT now I'm thinking that might be kinda cool. Google them if you think I'm joking, watch videos on YouTube if you think I'm crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-8261534851228888409?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/8261534851228888409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=8261534851228888409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8261534851228888409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8261534851228888409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/02/check-out-these-beauts.html' title='Check out these BEAUTS'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/S3asGY1tViI/AAAAAAAABUo/rvK42l9GBDc/s72-c/172341_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3055226110853362274</id><published>2010-02-07T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:00:37.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goal</title><content type='html'>Hey Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how we've been cutting out the refined sugar in our home for Miss J. Well, I've decided I just need to take that extra step and dispose of all the extra crap that is in our home.&amp;nbsp; I think I've focused too long on eating "healthy" that I've actually been eating worse.&amp;nbsp; Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the famous chefs, or even people in my life who truly 100% LOVE food are thin, healthy, and seem to get the nutrients they need.&amp;nbsp; Why? Because they aren't completely focused on it! They love food and eat when they are hungry... most importantly? They MAKE their meals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new attitude... to embrace the fact that I love food.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna allow myself to enjoy it for once in my life without feeling guilty (yes, Erin, I'm hearing your lecture from the women's clinic in my head).&amp;nbsp; How does that coincide with my goal to lose weight and firm up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to deprive myself.&amp;nbsp; If I want something sweet.&amp;nbsp; Awesome! Only rule: I have to make it. I figure within the 30-60min it takes me to make it if I am still craving it, then I deserve to it eat it.&amp;nbsp; If it's not worth making it, then I won't.&amp;nbsp; I'm not longer going to buy all the crap frozen dinners even IF they are on sale.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to make everything.&amp;nbsp; Yup.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be checking in on this here blog to let you know how it's going and if I stumble upon any amazing recipes you just have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3055226110853362274?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3055226110853362274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3055226110853362274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3055226110853362274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3055226110853362274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-goal.html' title='New Goal'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-9138948633989822899</id><published>2010-02-03T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:50:31.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies lets run</title><content type='html'>Lets 10k it first! The Saturdays in March are 6,13,20,and 27- which one works best for the two of you? I can do any day but the 13th (&lt;i&gt;Amanda you'll also be unavailable that day for an independent 10k because you and I will be trail running:) Want to join us Lor? I will be in Ogden the entire week 7th-14th (parents are cruising, and Dall needs a check in sista).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we all need to think about a special path to run...umm. Then pick a time and of course document times, pictures and life lessons, you know all then things we normally would have shared together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Input. Questions. Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-9138948633989822899?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/9138948633989822899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=9138948633989822899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/9138948633989822899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/9138948633989822899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/02/ladies-lets-run.html' title='Ladies lets run'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7927651155516477479</id><published>2010-01-09T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T05:09:52.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Tres Amigas Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to run with you ladies. Bad.&amp;nbsp; I Need a Tres Amigas Run. ....like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys want to conference call and run together?&amp;nbsp; I could seriously benefit from that right now.&amp;nbsp; (insert big cheesy smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the 10k is a great plan.&amp;nbsp; What weekends work for you two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7927651155516477479?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7927651155516477479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7927651155516477479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7927651155516477479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7927651155516477479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-tres-amigas-run.html' title='I Need A Tres Amigas Run'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6010224833023840539</id><published>2009-12-31T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:23:57.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a New Year Ladies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say we do the race. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How does March 20th work for you two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to train for a 10k or a Half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmm?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6010224833023840539?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6010224833023840539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6010224833023840539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6010224833023840539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6010224833023840539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-new-year-ladies.html' title='Its a New Year Ladies!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-8854777798839320691</id><published>2009-12-30T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:47:31.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning!</title><content type='html'>Yep thats were I am at... I have convinced a good friend that working out is best at 0'dark thirty in the morning and as of monday we are signing up at the legancy center tell spring comes and we can go outside Every. Day. Every. Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-8854777798839320691?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/8854777798839320691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=8854777798839320691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8854777798839320691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8854777798839320691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-4953607208140030119</id><published>2009-12-21T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:03:08.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injuries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>MRI</title><content type='html'>I did it ladies.&amp;nbsp; I went to the doctor about my knee, told him my complaint and then cringed while anticipating the worst.&amp;nbsp; He said that he just thinks I've torn my miniscus (thanks to soccer), but that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can keep running&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Whew...on one condition, that I have an MRI done of my knee, just to make sure it's not something more serious.&amp;nbsp; So tonight at 9:30 (does that seem late to anyone else?) I will be having an MRI of my knee done.&amp;nbsp; I should know in a couple of days what it shows.&amp;nbsp; Tally ho right?&amp;nbsp; Cross your fingers for me girls. Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-4953607208140030119?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/4953607208140030119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=4953607208140030119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4953607208140030119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4953607208140030119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/12/mri.html' title='MRI'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6010651244928920117</id><published>2009-11-27T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:37:11.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapuetic Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope your Turkey Runs went well.&amp;nbsp; For my Thanksgiving Run I decided to get as close to Utah as humanly possible here in Georgia.&amp;nbsp; How's that?&amp;nbsp; By running the only mountain around.&amp;nbsp; It felt so good to push up a mountain again.&amp;nbsp; Very different from our Utah mountains, I was running on pure granite, but I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/SxB-UkMcTTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/THljNDNg-2Q/s1600/IMG00439-20091126-0747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/SxB-UkMcTTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/THljNDNg-2Q/s400/IMG00439-20091126-0747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were parts that got so steep I couldn't run, I had to power walk, it was kickin my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/SxB-drgqMsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8qV1YdfYlT8/s1600/IMG00440-20091126-0750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/SxB-drgqMsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8qV1YdfYlT8/s400/IMG00440-20091126-0750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was sooo worth being at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/SxB-lNxMw6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/5R4z6sDWVh0/s1600/IMG00449-20091126-0758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/SxB-lNxMw6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/5R4z6sDWVh0/s400/IMG00449-20091126-0758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sat at the top and said a prayer of thanksgiving for you two, for my family, for my friends, for everything I've been blessed with.&amp;nbsp; And really, what top of the mountain run wouldn't be complete without a few tears?&amp;nbsp; Luckily there weren't any Asian tourists at the top this time to share in the moment with me. ha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was so lucky to have you as running partners.&amp;nbsp; I hope you two know the influence you had and continue to have in my life.&amp;nbsp; I missed you yesterday.&amp;nbsp; But I was so thankful for the opportunity to run, to sit on a mountain, and realize how much I've been blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/SxB-tn1jZTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hFBWpLsTFDk/s1600/IMG00454-20091126-0801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/SxB-tn1jZTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hFBWpLsTFDk/s400/IMG00454-20091126-0801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The run down the mountain was entertaining.&amp;nbsp; I probably shouldn't have run down it.&amp;nbsp; A bunch of rocks?&amp;nbsp; Yah, probably not the best idea.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry I only fell once.&amp;nbsp; Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUCH LOVE! MUAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6010651244928920117?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6010651244928920117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6010651244928920117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6010651244928920117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6010651244928920117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/11/therapuetic-thanksgiving.html' title='Therapuetic Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2iGgRadUM/SxB-UkMcTTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/THljNDNg-2Q/s72-c/IMG00439-20091126-0747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-827390167528275081</id><published>2009-11-25T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T03:55:34.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving Run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so very very bummed I won't be running the ORMC 5 miler this year.&amp;nbsp; It has been the tradition for the last 5 years.&amp;nbsp; Don't fret.&amp;nbsp; I'm totally running 5 miles on Thanksgiving, if it kills me!&amp;nbsp; I miss you girlies and hope you have a fantastic Turkey Day!&amp;nbsp; Enjoy the run for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-827390167528275081?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/827390167528275081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=827390167528275081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/827390167528275081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/827390167528275081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-run.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving Run!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2953569615152277209</id><published>2009-11-23T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:14:20.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has It Come to This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A smattering of posting from all of us?&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; How sad.&amp;nbsp; I have a challenge for us. You ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think we should all train for a "race" together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Train for a race? Silly Lori.&amp;nbsp; We live in three different places.&amp;nbsp; TRUE.&amp;nbsp; But what if we say, on March 20th we run a half marathon together. Or a 10k.&amp;nbsp; Or something.&amp;nbsp; Meaning, we train, and we all run that distance on the same day.&amp;nbsp; We could even do some fun things with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then we could feel involved with each other again and talk about our training runs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think?&amp;nbsp; You in?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2953569615152277209?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2953569615152277209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2953569615152277209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2953569615152277209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2953569615152277209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/11/has-it-come-to-this.html' title='Has It Come to This?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5867999210476286641</id><published>2009-11-12T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:29:59.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiggle Jiggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Eliza had this on her blog.&amp;nbsp; It made me giggle. Pretty sure Amanda said at least ONE of these lines when we first started training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0XhQlvNx-c&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0XhQlvNx-c&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Made me laugh.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy your runs ladies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5867999210476286641?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5867999210476286641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5867999210476286641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5867999210476286641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5867999210476286641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/11/jiggle-jiggle.html' title='Jiggle Jiggle'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-4450306474996007016</id><published>2009-11-08T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:10:56.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it may be time to go to a doctor...</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago I hurt my knee in a rather violent soccer game. &amp;nbsp;I put my brace on and kept on, keeping on. &amp;nbsp;For a while there it felt like it was going to get better, but this last week it has really gone downhill. &amp;nbsp;This morning when I got out of bed it was really stiff and sore. &amp;nbsp;I can bend it just fine, but anytime I go to straighten it out I have shooting pains through all of my leg. &amp;nbsp;Hmmmm...I think it may be time to venture to the docs office. &amp;nbsp;What do you girls think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-4450306474996007016?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/4450306474996007016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=4450306474996007016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4450306474996007016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4450306474996007016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-it-may-be-time-to-go-to-doctor.html' title='I think it may be time to go to a doctor...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7625127728355212808</id><published>2009-11-08T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:28:07.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive.... and still running.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Ladies.&amp;nbsp; I was sidelined with a nasty something for about 3 weeks, but I'm back!&amp;nbsp; The last week was a great running/working out week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SvbxcsAB4NI/AAAAAAAANcM/Jzvyv9XyL8Q/s1600-h/IMG00204-20091107-0716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SvbxcsAB4NI/AAAAAAAANcM/Jzvyv9XyL8Q/s400/IMG00204-20091107-0716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Yup.&amp;nbsp; Me running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two noteables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to go running with the PA girls (van's classmates) on Saturday mornings.&amp;nbsp; They go on all sorts of runs around Atlanta, it's a great way to see the city and to get to know the people Van is spending a lot his time with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Last weekend we went running through a nice neighborhood called Avondale Estates.&amp;nbsp; I sure wish I would've brought my camera.&amp;nbsp; It was akin to the "Father of the Bride" neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, girls, sometimes I have to pinch myself when I look around and see where I live.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, about 1/4 mile into the run we were hit with a monsoon of sorts.&amp;nbsp; Amigas, I have never ever run in this type of rain before.&amp;nbsp; I was literally sloshing out of my shoes, it was nuts.&amp;nbsp; There were sections of the road and sidewalk just covered with beautifully bright leaves... you'd step on it and all the sudden find yourself with water up to your knee.&amp;nbsp; I was SO soaked.&amp;nbsp; It rained the entire 4 miles.. as soon as we stopped running it magically stopped raining.&amp;nbsp; Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course we had to take a picture of our wet ratted selves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs041.snc3/12835_675117462046_1507375_41070155_7551486_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs041.snc3/12835_675117462046_1507375_41070155_7551486_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We could ring out our shirts and pants. Easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend I went on a 5+ miler that ended up being 6.5 miler.&amp;nbsp; a) I haven't been running long distance much lately and b) I haven't been running much at all lately.&amp;nbsp; I found myself really struggling the last mile.&amp;nbsp; Instead of telling myself I couldn't do it and stopping I pulled into our long run bag of tricks and decided to start listing off all the things I was grateful for.&amp;nbsp; Before I knew it I was home, my legs weren't that sore, and I was filled with so much gratitude I had a GREAT attitude for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; I love love love running and I love the therapy that come along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that would make it better were if you two were to run with me.&amp;nbsp; xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7625127728355212808?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7625127728355212808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7625127728355212808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7625127728355212808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7625127728355212808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-alive-and-still-running.html' title='I&apos;m alive.... and still running.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SvbxcsAB4NI/AAAAAAAANcM/Jzvyv9XyL8Q/s72-c/IMG00204-20091107-0716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6154957198963345485</id><published>2009-10-21T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:44:22.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still the Same 'ole Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went running this morning with the D-ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had been running oh maybe &lt;i&gt;5 minutes&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sidewalk came up and&lt;b&gt; tripped me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I face planted it on the sidewalk, scratched up my knees, hands, and shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good to know &lt;b&gt;some things&lt;/b&gt; never change.&amp;nbsp; No matter &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; the elevation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6154957198963345485?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6154957198963345485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6154957198963345485&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6154957198963345485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6154957198963345485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-same-ole-lori.html' title='Still the Same &apos;ole Lori'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7575721965732285263</id><published>2009-10-10T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:26:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piedmont Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://apps.atlantaga.gov/citydir/prca/parks/Golf%20course,%20bike%20path.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="https://apps.atlantaga.gov/citydir/prca/parks/Golf%20course,%20bike%20path.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I was invited to go along with a bunch of Van's classmates who were running at Piedmont Park and the surrounding swanky area.&amp;nbsp; It was a GORGEOUS run.&amp;nbsp; It was the closest I've felt to "trails" in a long time.&amp;nbsp; It was nice being outside running on Saturday again, feeling like I pushing a little...and there were even a few hills....my legs were all HILLS? WHAT ARE HILLS? Good times, girls, good times.&amp;nbsp; Slowly but surely I'm running again.&amp;nbsp; Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2184461/piedmont-main_Full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2184461/piedmont-main_Full.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(and not to rub it in but it's 70 degrees and gorgeous here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7575721965732285263?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7575721965732285263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7575721965732285263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7575721965732285263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7575721965732285263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/10/piedmont-park.html' title='Piedmont Park'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6941970117912357084</id><published>2009-10-10T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:01:13.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I RAN FOUR MILES THIS MORNING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6941970117912357084?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6941970117912357084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6941970117912357084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6941970117912357084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6941970117912357084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-ran-four-miles-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6399292139695812352</id><published>2009-10-09T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:27:59.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Trio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went running with some ladies in my neighborhood this morning.&amp;nbsp; They have been running together for a few months and invited me to join.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It felt SO good to be running in the dark again -with PEOPLE-like who I could &lt;i&gt;talk &lt;/i&gt;with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to wake up at &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:45am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I was going to die. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was getting ready I kept thinking &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;, I did this for 6 years? 5am? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when I got outside I remembered how much I love running when the rest of the world is asleep.&amp;nbsp; How peaceful it is to start my day that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They aren't my dos amigas, you two are irreplaceable, but for now that'll do pig, that'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6399292139695812352?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6399292139695812352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6399292139695812352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6399292139695812352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6399292139695812352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-trio.html' title='A New Trio'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2291470914613229359</id><published>2009-10-04T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:37:53.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Bird Trail</title><content type='html'>Oh girls. &amp;nbsp;I am so sad that we didn't know about this trail earlier. &amp;nbsp;A couple of weeks ago I went running with Kristin and Trina and they took me on the most beautiful run. &amp;nbsp;We started at Kristin's house and headed up to the trail head on 36th. &amp;nbsp;We ran the regular trail and then headed over to the trail by St. Joseph's High School, but then instead of going to the end and turning around, we dropped down to the neighborhoods. &amp;nbsp;We ran through the neighborhoods to 20th St. to the Bird Song trail head, which I had no idea existed. &amp;nbsp;The trail was beautiful and dropped us down from 20th to the head of the Parkway! &amp;nbsp;So guess what we skipped entirely? &amp;nbsp;That nasty road that passes El Monte and Rainbow Gardens! &amp;nbsp;No cars to nearly kill us, and though there was wind, it wasn't nearly as bad. &amp;nbsp;Oh my. &amp;nbsp;I sooo wish we had known about this trail years ago! &amp;nbsp;It was beautiful, and you know how I feel about trails. &amp;nbsp;Ahhhh. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, we finished the run by running the parkway (against the flow of a 5K nonetheless) and finished up a Peak Performance. &amp;nbsp;It was 7 miles total and was awesome. &amp;nbsp;I loved it. &amp;nbsp;We definitely need to do it next summer. &amp;nbsp;Yes, yes we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2291470914613229359?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2291470914613229359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2291470914613229359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2291470914613229359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2291470914613229359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-bird-trail.html' title='Song Bird Trail'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6741310048302668852</id><published>2009-09-29T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:58:46.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's that third girl?</title><content type='html'>It's me friends...I'm sure some have wondered where the heck I've been-well let me tell you. I've been/am back a square uno and let me tell you running is hard work. I am ummm lets see how do I put this training for a 5k. Yep that sound right I'm gonna run a 5k at the end of October my goal is 27 minutes or better at least I feel that's pretty generous of me to set such am achievable goal that means my long runs will build up to a whopping 3 miles over the next 3 weeks! So you two keep right along workout at super amazing in shape trainings and I'll be plugging along back at square one at least I'm pretty sure I have no where but up to go...at least lets hope- oh and I the rare occasion I even add sit=ups to my workout when I feel like pushing myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6741310048302668852?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6741310048302668852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6741310048302668852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6741310048302668852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6741310048302668852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-that-third-girl.html' title='Who&apos;s that third girl?'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5442112874707434712</id><published>2009-09-27T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:18:01.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Workouts This Week Batman</title><content type='html'>So this week I did 3 really intense workouts that Lor put together for me in all of her best training glory.&amp;nbsp; Oh. My. I hurt.&amp;nbsp; They were awesome.&amp;nbsp; I did a speed training workout, a bootcamp type work out and what she calls cardio blast (ummmm it's haaaaard).&amp;nbsp; All of them were intense and induced massive amouts of persperation.&amp;nbsp; I was proud of myself because I really pushed myself and wouldn't let myself give up, however by the time I got to cardio blast on Friday I felt like I was jogging even though I was trying to sprint!&amp;nbsp; Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;I have been dragging a few other people with me and leading in the workouts which has really actually helped me work out better.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I have to push myself harder in order to expect it out of them.&amp;nbsp; I've been a little surprised at what I'm capable of.&amp;nbsp; It's been good.&amp;nbsp; So all in all it's been a good workout week for me!&amp;nbsp; I will have to post the workouts that Lor has provided me with.&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling I'm going to be feeling more toned in no time.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Coach. You're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AFS: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHS: most days 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5442112874707434712?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5442112874707434712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5442112874707434712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5442112874707434712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5442112874707434712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-workouts-this-week-batman.html' title='Holy Workouts This Week Batman'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7569747807709156757</id><published>2009-09-23T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:00:49.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Thing, No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere in the last two weeks all the air in balloon got pfffffttt'd right out. If I'm being honest with you two I haven't worked out -at all- in nearly two weeks.  Yup.  Impressive, eh?  You know what's funny?  I have actually kept eating really healthy.  Only one ice cream night.  No diet coke -off the wagon evenings.  Just general good eating.  I know, I was impressed too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the kicker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've lost 6 lbs the last two weeks.  Without working out.&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaah.  Strange, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, no, it wasn't from the stomach bug.  All that weight came back right when I started eating again.  Sooo here's the only thing I can think of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got 8-9 hours of sleep every night for the last 8 days.  Yup.  I remember my nutritionist being a nazi-sleeper-person.  Maybe she had a point?  So, I'm starting my working out regime again BUT my new goal is to consistently get 8-9 hours of sleep.  Hmmm.  I'll let you know how it goes.  You two should try throwing that variable in and see if you notice any changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7569747807709156757?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7569747807709156757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7569747807709156757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7569747807709156757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7569747807709156757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-thing-no.html' title='Funny Thing, No?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5428683803962311110</id><published>2009-09-19T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:22:43.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootcamp: Monsoon Style</title><content type='html'>It's been pouring non-stop in GA.  Bridgette said BC would be cancelled today if that happened.  She lied.  When we got there it was just barely misting but about 20 minutes in the rain picked up and only got worse.  Did we stop? Nope. By then end it was full-on sheets of rain.  It actually felt all hardcore doing sprints and push ups and abs in the rain: laying on wet mats, having our weights slip through our hands.  Good times.  There were only 2 of us that showed up due to the weather, so just the 3 of us.  It made the workout go by faster and I actually think it was much easier workout for me since both these cuties are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SrUS8h5TDtI/AAAAAAAANDc/dg9avRpZ94I/s1600-h/IMG01124-20090919-0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SrUS8h5TDtI/AAAAAAAANDc/dg9avRpZ94I/s400/IMG01124-20090919-0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383229760691441362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion I came to today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strong muscles: quads, biceps, and back.&lt;br /&gt;My weak muscles: tris, abs, and chest (and did I mention tris?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure what I'm going to do with that information.  I need to read up more about how much and often it's okay to build up your muscle.  Anyway.  random side note.  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SrUS8MIhHjI/AAAAAAAANDU/A-lFOv3ab0w/s1600-h/IMG01126-20090919-0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SrUS8MIhHjI/AAAAAAAANDU/A-lFOv3ab0w/s400/IMG01126-20090919-0806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383229754849697330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summary:  I love working out in the rain.  Love it.  It was a random but entertaining boot camp this morning.  Good times had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 7/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5428683803962311110?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5428683803962311110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5428683803962311110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5428683803962311110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5428683803962311110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/bootcamp-monsoon-style.html' title='Bootcamp: Monsoon Style'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SrUS8h5TDtI/AAAAAAAANDc/dg9avRpZ94I/s72-c/IMG01124-20090919-0805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5383078032870946149</id><published>2009-09-18T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:45:32.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside Adventures, Back &amp; Biceps</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's workout was the 2 mile round trip to the library.  My legs were still uber sore from my 5 miles and leg workout (and swim) earlier this week.  So I decided to take an "off" day and just walk downtown to the library.  It was an awesome walk with Reagan.  On the way home we got caught in a rainstorm.  Soooo by the time we got home we were drenched.  I did end up jogging a bit in the rain, so technically it was more of a workout, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 4/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 10/10 (I love running/walking/being outside in the rain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout.  Van had a late day at school so I was actually able to run outside.  I know.  What's that? Can you even remember what it's like Lori?  Well I was quickly reminded HOW much I love running outside.  I got sooo excited I pushed myself a little bit harder than normal. I ran up all the hills, pushed myself on the flat and ran like a bat out of hell on the downhills.  It was a good, cathargic run.  I loved it.   3 miles in 26 minutes. Bam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I came across this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SrPHGW42djI/AAAAAAAANCs/GIf2htiaK3Q/s1600-h/IMG01112-20090918-0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SrPHGW42djI/AAAAAAAANCs/GIf2htiaK3Q/s400/IMG01112-20090918-0724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382864891675047474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup. Ivy growing on the power lines.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I ate breakfast I took sissy to the gym and I did even MORE.  I know.  Where's the Lori from 2008-2009 and what has she done with her?  I'm actually pushing myself again.  It's nice.  It feels good.  Today's workout is brought to you by our sponsor, 30 SECONDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warm-up:&lt;/span&gt; 10 minute glut-busting workout on the elliptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strength Training:&lt;/span&gt; All things repeated 4 times. The two pairs alternating between muscle groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lat Pulls 50lbs , 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Step ups for 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Row 20 lbs, 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Jumping jacks for 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preacher Curls, 20 lbs, 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Supermans, 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burpees, 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cardio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20 min mile&lt;br /&gt;intervals 2 min on 1 min off at 6:45mm = 5 min&lt;br /&gt;5 minute cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a short end cardio but I was dying, especially combining it with the 3 miler from an hour previous.  Good workout.  Sweat. Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5383078032870946149?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5383078032870946149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5383078032870946149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5383078032870946149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5383078032870946149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/outside-adventures-back-biceps.html' title='Outside Adventures, Back &amp; Biceps'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SrPHGW42djI/AAAAAAAANCs/GIf2htiaK3Q/s72-c/IMG01112-20090918-0724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-4459586620604155017</id><published>2009-09-15T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:40:33.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are My Legs Still Attached?  Yes? Oh.</title><content type='html'>Today was dedicated to lower body.  I tried my best to kill myself.  I did a pretty good job.  I am really hatin this working out solo thing, but I'm starting to get in a groove, so good... 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Cardio Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mile 8:42&lt;br /&gt;800 meters 3:40&lt;br /&gt;1 minute brisk walk&lt;br /&gt;400 meters 1:20&lt;br /&gt;1 minute brisk walk&lt;br /&gt;200 meters 45 seconds&lt;br /&gt;30 second brisk walk&lt;br /&gt;100 meters 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;2 minute brisk walk&lt;br /&gt;1 mile 8:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strength Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step ups &lt;/span&gt;including roundhouse kicks and 8 lbs medicine ball 15 x 4 each leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inner thighs&lt;/span&gt; 30lbs x 50, 50 lbs x 30, 70lbs x 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outer thighs&lt;/span&gt; 30lbs x 50, 50 lbs x 30, 70 lbs x 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ham leg curls&lt;/span&gt; 35 lbs 15 x 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quad leg curls&lt;/span&gt; 25 lbs 20 x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunges&lt;/span&gt; 20 x 4 with 30 seconds of Jumping Jacks in between sets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calve raises&lt;/span&gt; 20 x 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Cardio Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 miles on elliptical on max resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then i died.  my legs were sooo shaky by the end.  i stretched and called it good. done and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 11/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-4459586620604155017?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/4459586620604155017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=4459586620604155017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4459586620604155017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4459586620604155017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-my-legs-still-attached-yes-oh.html' title='Are My Legs Still Attached?  Yes? Oh.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-1612318377928776736</id><published>2009-09-14T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:55:58.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday. Bam.</title><content type='html'>15 minute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cardio warm up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to really up the ante with my warm ups.  So I did 5 minute on the elliptical, resistance 8.  Then I pumped it up for 10 minutes at resistance 16.  It was intense.  But I had a good beat going in my ears and I jammed it out.  My legs were tired when I was done, but I felt like I had pushed myself much more than I usually do with workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Triceps/Shoulders/Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chest flys&lt;/span&gt; 10 lb dumbells 15 x 4:  Exercise ball under head/shoulders, legs extended, feet on ground abs holding me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoulders&lt;/span&gt; 20 lb dumbells (yaaaaah)  15 x 4.  My shoulders felt like they were literally going to rip off.  I kept grunting to myself to push through.  I was so proud of myself for finishing all 4 sets completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chest machine&lt;/span&gt; 40lbs 15 x 4:  my arms so were so shaky from my shoulder workout that these chest flys were haaaaaaaard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricep pulls&lt;/span&gt; (rope) 30 lbs 15 x 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abs&lt;/span&gt;: Full body stretch and retract 15 x 4   (my ab muscles are so weak right now after my 4th set I literally felt sick.  I chalked it up to "good job Lor" rather than "you are a wuss bucket Lor")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cardio:  &lt;/span&gt;I found this workout online.  It promised it would kick my butt.... and it did.  If you have a treadmill you should totally try it.  I loved it.  It went by so much faster than I thought it would because I was so focused on my small intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes - warm up&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes - baseline (past where you feel totally comfortable, but a pace you can sustain)&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes - set incline up 1% every 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes - decrease incline 1% every 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;1 minutes - sprint&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes - set incline up 1 % every 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes - decrease incline 1% every 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;1 minute - sprint&lt;br /&gt;2 minute - increase incline 1% every 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;2 minute - sustain highest incline achieved&lt;br /&gt;2 minute - decrease incline 1% every 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;2 minute - sprint&lt;br /&gt;1 minute - baseline&lt;br /&gt;3 minute - cooldown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baseline was an 8:47 mm, my sprint was 7:20mm.  I jacked up the incline as high as it would go and power walked up the treadmill for one of the two minutes and ran up it the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked my butt and my lungs.  Pretty sure my new favorite running song for hills is "Boom Boom Pow" man that came on when I was trying to up my pace and the incline . It was awesome.  Hope your Monday workouts went well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have GOT to go running outside soon. &lt;br /&gt;The treadmill is awesome but maaaaaaan I miss outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-1612318377928776736?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/1612318377928776736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=1612318377928776736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1612318377928776736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1612318377928776736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-bam.html' title='Monday. Bam.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7301906528046028673</id><published>2009-09-10T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:15:26.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Swim Swim</title><content type='html'>Made my way back to the gym this morning.  I was so tired and so not in the mood to work out.  However, whining and grumbling aside, I took Reagan and we went.  I decided to have a cardio day today and really push myself.  I felt good about the swim.  I swam 800 meters straight.  That's the longest I've ever swam without a break.  It was a new record.  Woot.   It took me about 16 minutes, so I'm assuming a mile will be lookin around 30+ minutes...which means... I've got some work to do.  BUT today I'm not worried about the work... I'm just super duper excited I hit my goal of 800 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 meters warm up&lt;br /&gt;800 meters straight&lt;br /&gt;300 meters leg kicks&lt;br /&gt;300 meters arms only (ouch ouch ouch)&lt;br /&gt;100 meters cool down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet.  But it felt good and rejuvenating.  Let me tell you what women at my gym are not shy.  I have seen more naked women in the last few weeks than in my entire 2 years at Gold.  I'm starting to think I should just walk around naked to join in the group. Ha. Good times, ladies, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7301906528046028673?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7301906528046028673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7301906528046028673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7301906528046028673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7301906528046028673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/swim-swim-swim.html' title='Swim Swim Swim'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-4631836160426341303</id><published>2009-09-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:54:52.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOU Half...Un Amiga Style...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Three years ago we became the Tres Amigas....at this race...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sqgr2zM8jRI/AAAAAAAAM4s/CgZQ69dV5hY/s1600-h/run1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sqgr2zM8jRI/AAAAAAAAM4s/CgZQ69dV5hY/s320/run1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was a fun race, and was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't run TOU since that first time that we ran it together...until this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a synopsis of the adventure that was TOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year instead of 3, there were 5 of us.&amp;nbsp; Lor's sister Ashley and her running friend Michelle, and Kristin and Trina, joined me in running this beauty.&amp;nbsp; Or rather I should say I joined them.&amp;nbsp; Kristin and Trina had invited me originally and Ashley had said at the beginning of the summer that she wanted to run a half with me and somewhere in there Michelle joined the mix.&amp;nbsp; Training for this race was a bit of joke.&amp;nbsp; My training has been sporadic at best, but I had just run the Provo River 3 weeks before, so I figured I'd be fine.&amp;nbsp; Riiiight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our morning started way too early, and I had to convince Ashley and Michelle that we really DID have to leave that early.&amp;nbsp; We got to the buses and realized that they didn't have their race packets yet, so they had to grab those.&amp;nbsp; The line for the buses was loooooong.&amp;nbsp; So I was feeling somewhat panicky.&amp;nbsp; To aleviate the panic, Kristin decided to take a pic of Trina and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sqgtr8tSFII/AAAAAAAAM40/Ew2VvJ0Z_ig/s1600-h/IMG00379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sqgtr8tSFII/AAAAAAAAM40/Ew2VvJ0Z_ig/s320/IMG00379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta love bb's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once we finally boarded we realized that there was no way the race was going to start on time.&amp;nbsp; No siree bob.&amp;nbsp; And we snapped some more pics to give Lor a bb play by play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgrmC_joVI/AAAAAAAAM4M/wMCYuBmAtkY/s1600-h/IMG00385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgrmC_joVI/AAAAAAAAM4M/wMCYuBmAtkY/s320/IMG00385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley and Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgrtBzgjSI/AAAAAAAAM4U/xe3fgfPtFk0/s1600-h/kandt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgrtBzgjSI/AAAAAAAAM4U/xe3fgfPtFk0/s320/kandt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kristin and Trina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sqgr0TJTQMI/AAAAAAAAM4k/pd2FgOaP0Z4/s1600-h/IMG00386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sqgr0TJTQMI/AAAAAAAAM4k/pd2FgOaP0Z4/s320/IMG00386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poor lonely Manda....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the top I met some new friends and tried to convince them to run with me.&amp;nbsp; But they said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgrwKg9e9I/AAAAAAAAM4c/f704Hp3oP5I/s1600-h/IMG00384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgrwKg9e9I/AAAAAAAAM4c/f704Hp3oP5I/s320/IMG00384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Yes those are sheep...in a truck...at the top of the race...ummm random?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The race got underway and I had a side ache right off.&amp;nbsp; Blast.&amp;nbsp; Not the way I like to start, but by mile 3 that had subsided.&amp;nbsp; I started off with Kristin and Trina and later caught up with Ash and Michelle, and then Kristin caught up with the three of us again.&amp;nbsp; I was so glad that I had people to run with.&amp;nbsp; I was sooo struggling to keep going.&amp;nbsp; I was tired, unprepared, and sad not to have you two there.&amp;nbsp; Sad.&amp;nbsp; So sad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did have some great chat time with Kristin though.&amp;nbsp; I really like her.&amp;nbsp; She is a rather fabulous person. &amp;nbsp;And I loved listening to Ashley's random stories. That girl can make me laugh! &lt;/div&gt;I in no way felt as good as I did during the Provo River half, but my time was better. Go figure. I fininshed the race in 2:05. It was a good race, and a beautiful course, and just a little random. Let me share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random occurences at TOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sheep at the top of the race...random yes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having someone say as I run by, "Hey aren't you Lori's friend? I read her blog and know all about you." No lie. That happened &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running by a man having a heart attack 1 block from the finish. Ambulances and everything. In all my racing I've never seen that happen. He lived.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing at least 5 people at the end that I knew that I haven't seen in 3-5 years. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;All in all it was a good race.&amp;nbsp; I just missed you girls like crazy.&amp;nbsp; I had totally forgotten that this was our fist race together until I got to the top and all of the memories came flooding back.&amp;nbsp; Like taking this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgxfjIrIfI/AAAAAAAAM48/H-FIFSYx7Lw/s1600-h/image-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgxfjIrIfI/AAAAAAAAM48/H-FIFSYx7Lw/s320/image-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh...the beginning of Tres Amigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;It made me sad to be the only one left here.&amp;nbsp; So I took this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgxwdnSigI/AAAAAAAAM5E/GUqDA1siinA/s1600-h/_Device_Memory_home_user_pictures_IMG00387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SqgxwdnSigI/AAAAAAAAM5E/GUqDA1siinA/s320/_Device_Memory_home_user_pictures_IMG00387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;The Un Amiga.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't as fun, but I did it girls.&amp;nbsp; Here's to all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Muah.&amp;nbsp; Love you girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-4631836160426341303?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/4631836160426341303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=4631836160426341303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4631836160426341303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4631836160426341303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/tou-halfun-amiga-style.html' title='TOU Half...Un Amiga Style...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sqgr2zM8jRI/AAAAAAAAM4s/CgZQ69dV5hY/s72-c/run1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2514194334202267888</id><published>2009-09-09T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:01:27.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootcamp &amp; Back to Business</title><content type='html'>Manda came and visited me this weekend, it was awesome, I loved it.  Our kids were out of control on their sleep schedule so an early morning run did NOT take place (so sad) but we did get to workout once together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I took Amanda to my bootcamp class (yay for working out together again!).  It was intense and I am actually going to let Manda tell you all about it.  You've heard my rants about BC, might as well get a new perspective, eh?  However, I LOVED having her around again.  It was awesome even though it was a totally painful workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 9/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Manda left I peeled myself out of bed all sad and mopey to the gym.  I miss you two and dangit I miss working out together even more.  However, I'm here and am going to make the best of my experience, right?  Sooo yesterday's workout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm up&lt;br /&gt;One mile, 9:40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs &amp;amp; Core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle Abs and shoulders (medicine ball behind the head, lift tap in the air) 20 x 4&lt;br /&gt;Plank 35 seconds x2 45 seconds x 2&lt;br /&gt;Lower Abs (bring legs and hands to meet in middle while holding medicine ball, lower, repeat)&lt;br /&gt;Core: balance heels on medicine ball, elevate bum and hold for 35 seconds x 4&lt;br /&gt;Ab Machine on 50 lbs 25 x 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardio&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes elliptical&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes treadmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost all motivation about halfway through the elliptical.  My ipod ran out of juice and I was tired.  So I wouldn't call it the best workout ever, but I got up and did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 6/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2514194334202267888?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2514194334202267888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2514194334202267888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2514194334202267888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2514194334202267888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/bootcamp-back-to-business.html' title='Bootcamp &amp; Back to Business'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2906336777002094638</id><published>2009-09-02T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:42:33.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today.  I actually made it to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest press 15 x 3&lt;br /&gt;Tricep curls 20 x3&lt;br /&gt;Lat Pull 20 x 3&lt;br /&gt;Tricep bar 20 x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs 20 x 3&lt;br /&gt;Push ups 10 x 2&lt;br /&gt;Plank position 30 seconds x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin class: 60 minutes of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm supposed to run 8 miles with my neighbor.  We'll see a) if it actually happens and b) how I actually do.  The longest I've run since Ragnar was 4 miles.  Tally ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2906336777002094638?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2906336777002094638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2906336777002094638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2906336777002094638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2906336777002094638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3152283650956308526</id><published>2009-09-02T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:42:40.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep wins out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday's workout:  change into your swimsuit, pack your gym bag, realize your 2 year old needs a nap.. lay her down, lay down in your bed and take a 2 hour nap instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 10/10 (I was tiiired. :)&lt;br /&gt;LHS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3152283650956308526?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3152283650956308526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3152283650956308526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3152283650956308526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3152283650956308526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7793104264590907133</id><published>2009-09-01T04:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T04:47:48.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Workout</title><content type='html'>Warm-up: 2 miles at 9:04 mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 step ups on each side with a high knee and roundkick to the side, 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;50 lbs on the quads 20 reps, 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;40 lbs on the hams 15 reps, 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;20 high middle crunches (legs on exercise ball) 20 reps, 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;15 lower abs (lowering legs) 15 reps, 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardio: 1 mile on the treadmill, 8 mm&lt;br /&gt;              30 minutes on the elliptical, all glutes&lt;br /&gt;              10 minute sprint intervals on bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool-down: 5 minutes on bike &amp;amp; stretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 9/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7793104264590907133?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7793104264590907133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7793104264590907133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7793104264590907133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7793104264590907133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/09/mondays-workout.html' title='Monday&apos;s Workout'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-974165933206080610</id><published>2009-08-28T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:01:24.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOPE I'M A LOSER</title><content type='html'>...thought about it and I really don't think its the race for me :) Please let Fun Celeste have my spot and enjoy- Father's day weekend is also Ty's birthday and I think my Mom and I are going to run the Disneyland half and I want to run a marathron...so thats about the running budget for the year :) Love you both and happy to run anytime in the early morning after a full nights rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-974165933206080610?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/974165933206080610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=974165933206080610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/974165933206080610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/974165933206080610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/nope-im-loser.html' title='NOPE I&apos;M A LOSER'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-1627498714181484216</id><published>2009-08-28T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:19:18.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer has returned</title><content type='html'>Oh girls.&amp;nbsp; My soccer team is back! Yay!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I can't even tell you how much joy this brings me.&amp;nbsp; My whole team hasn't been together in about 2 years, but miraculously we all are playing together again starting last night.&amp;nbsp; I first started playing with this team about 6 years ago and was the total outsider on the team.&amp;nbsp; I was the only one that didn't know everyone else, but my friend Mel, had me come and play with them once and then she moved to Denver so they let me take her spot.&amp;nbsp; It took me a couple of years to really feel like a part of the group, but now I love them.&amp;nbsp; They are such a great group of girls and I feel so lucky to have found them.&amp;nbsp; Last night was the beginning of the indoor season for us.&amp;nbsp; We had 2 games.&amp;nbsp; Yikes.&amp;nbsp; I haven't played 2 soccer games in a while.&amp;nbsp; I was worried.&amp;nbsp; The first game was a little rough, but luckily we pulled it out and were able to win.&amp;nbsp; The second team we played was a much better team and gave us a run for our money.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully we'd had that first game to warm up and remember how to play together again, and we played amazingly well that second game.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun!&amp;nbsp; Oh how I love soccer.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure I'll play until they stop playing.&amp;nbsp; So maybe when I'm 50? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AFS 7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHS 10/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm running the Top of Utah half! I'm just a little sore from 2 soccer games last night.&amp;nbsp; So wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-1627498714181484216?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/1627498714181484216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=1627498714181484216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1627498714181484216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1627498714181484216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/soccer-has-returned.html' title='Soccer has returned'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3328051316833352416</id><published>2009-08-28T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:22:18.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Kicks My Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swam for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Myriad of drills and lengths.&lt;br /&gt;Myriad of strokes.&lt;br /&gt;Longest freestyle stretch without stopping: 400 meters. &lt;br /&gt;Took me 9:30min.  So my time is a titch slower than in April, but within reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized it's been 6 months since I swam last.  I was tired afterwards in the shower. Yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 9/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 6/10&lt;br /&gt;(felt like I could have pushed harder and was frustrated with how HARD the workout was, definitely need to swim more often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3328051316833352416?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3328051316833352416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3328051316833352416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3328051316833352416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3328051316833352416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimming-kicks-my-butt.html' title='Swimming Kicks My Butt'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3237307086406656369</id><published>2009-08-27T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:51:52.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar.</title><content type='html'>You running it with us Erin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3237307086406656369?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3237307086406656369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3237307086406656369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3237307086406656369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3237307086406656369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/ragnar.html' title='Ragnar.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7026491118966599872</id><published>2009-08-26T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:22:35.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Workout</title><content type='html'>Bridgette man. She's an awesome workout buddy.  If you thought I was a titch too motivated you two would be surprised during her workouts.  I met up with her at the gym and this is what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm up: 9:30 mile, plus 5 min warmup/cooldown&lt;br /&gt;Chest Press  4 sets of 15&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween sets did 4 sets of rotating push ups.&lt;br /&gt;Leg Press 3 sets of 40 (first 20 full footed jump, 2nd 20 jumping and pushing off using just your heels)&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween sets did 3 sets of lunges, 20 on each side.  Last set were "jumping lunges" ooouch.&lt;br /&gt;Triceps.  Using a lat machine we pushed down with a flat hand and did 2 sets of 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN made our way over to Bridgette's Spin Class from HELL.  She worked us til the cows came home.  We had a set of sprints that were 45 second sprint, 15 second recovery for a total of 9 minutes.  THEN we had to do a full on sprint for 3 minutes.  Throw in everything else she does crazily for 60 minutes and I was dyyying by the end of the class.  Didn't help that we'd just lifted our legs.  Good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LFS 8/10&lt;br /&gt;LHS 10/10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good workout today, ladies.  I'm rounding up GREAT ideas. You are SO excited for my visit in December aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7026491118966599872?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7026491118966599872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7026491118966599872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7026491118966599872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7026491118966599872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesdays-workout.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Workout'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6093853357936962064</id><published>2009-08-24T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:46:44.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense</title><content type='html'>Hey ladies.  So Bootcamp.  Kickin. My. Butt.  I can't remember all we did on Saturday but it involved a lot of cardio and a lot of resistance.  On Friday I had met with a personal trainer at LA Fitness who is helping set up a specific "go Lori" plan for me... he had me max out all my muscles so we had a baseline of where to begin, what was "easy" or "hard" for me, so he'd know what workouts to write up for me.  Sooo I'd already really REALLY worked my muscles on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday comes.  Honestly about 40 minutes into the 75 minute work out I'm ready to be done.  My legs are shaking, my lungs are burning, it was intense.  THEN she wanted us to do 10 set of stairs AFTER a bunch of high knees.  Oh man, my poor poor poor quads.  I had to stop after my 5th one and stretch because seriously they were  ripping and shaking.  Good workout.  I was glad I went. Almost barfed.  Made me even more excited for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout.  It was killer.  It was my first "Brey" workout.  (the PT) He had me warm up with a mile at an easy pace.  No biggie.  9:40 mm.  I can do that for a mile.  Then he told me we were just going to work back and biceps today.  Huh, I thought, well then this workout can't be ALL that bad.  Here's the breakdown of what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lat pull machine 4 sets of 30 second reps at 45 lbs&lt;br /&gt;inbetween each set I had to do 15 high knees on each side ON the machine itself. &lt;br /&gt;Lat Row (like rowing a boat) 4 sets of 30 second reps at 40 lbs&lt;br /&gt;inbetween each set I did jumping jacks for 30 seconds holding an 8 lbs medicine ball&lt;br /&gt;Bicep curls 4 sets of 30 second reps using 20 lbs bar&lt;br /&gt;inbetween sets I had to use an aerobic step and throw a ball as i stepped up and down and up and down and up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.  i know it doesn't sound like much, but maaaan. THEN came the cardio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes on the elliptical full resistance for 10 minutes, 5 minutes to 50%, 10 minutes at 100&amp;amp;, 5 minutes at 50%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minute treadmill session.  1 mile warm up, 7:30 mm mile, 1:30 min cool down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo tired. when i was jamming out the elliptical the i suddenly had two guys on the ellipitcals next to me.  one guy STUUUUNK.  man he had a stench.  i was 18 minutes in to the 30 minutes so I felt committed to my machine.  but man alive.  he needed deodorant or something.  goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend, &lt;a href="http://jkkirkhamfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie,&lt;/a&gt; started her own &lt;a href="http://nosweatnocookie.blogspot.com/"&gt;workout blog&lt;/a&gt; and I like her system of ranking workouts.  So I'm going to steal it from her.  Sorry, Katie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's workout: LFS (Lori Fatigue Scale) 6/10 LHS (Lori Happy Scale) 8/10&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's workout: 9/10 if not close to 9.5/10, LHS 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout: LFS 8/10  LHS 10/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6093853357936962064?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6093853357936962064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6093853357936962064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6093853357936962064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6093853357936962064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/intense.html' title='Intense'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2158400836391835414</id><published>2009-08-22T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:22:45.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My almost run on the beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDPERasWvI/AAAAAAAAM0s/MHnQ-P--OCg/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373022027754789618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDPERasWvI/AAAAAAAAM0s/MHnQ-P--OCg/s320/beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; my working out this week rocked. Yup.  Uh huh.  My bed was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; to comfortable, and I didn't have anyone to meet this week.  So those are my excuses.  Tee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.  Well Wednesday night we went up to Bear Lake to be with Jared's family and a run on the beach sounded divine.  Me, the sand, the water and the quiet of the morning sun.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a great plan, and in my mind it was amazing.  then I got up and went out only to find that the water was so high that I couldn't go too far before I was stopped by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;foliage&lt;/span&gt;...and as much as I felt like bush-whacking...well, let's just say my run turned into a walk.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; well.  It was still beautiful.  I really really love Bear Lake.&lt;br /&gt;To make up for my sad runs this week I made myself get up and run this morning all on my own.  6 miles and I rocked it.  Yes I did.  Hills and all.  So hopefully the half next week goes well! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2158400836391835414?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2158400836391835414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2158400836391835414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2158400836391835414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2158400836391835414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-almost-run-on-beach.html' title='My almost run on the beach...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDPERasWvI/AAAAAAAAM0s/MHnQ-P--OCg/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5686987999369871760</id><published>2009-08-20T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:52:14.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Up To</title><content type='html'>I made a goal last week to workout 2 hours everyday for 6 days a week.  I did all 6 days last week and am 3 days in this week.  Our student loan life doesn't allow me to partake in races for the time being... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; I've had to shift my focus from training to toning and building endurance.  I'm actually kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diggin&lt;/span&gt; the new workout regime.   &lt;b&gt;Goal one: workout 2 hours 6x a week&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/So1S9rDyprI/AAAAAAAAM2k/7HdRBAV_Opk/s400/IMG00868-20090819-0818.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372041150006994610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the type of pictures I send to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;manda&lt;/span&gt; on the BB "shoot. me. now"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I did a serious butt-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt; 60 minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; workout.  A portion of it was making myself push through something that really hurt.  How to do that?  Make myself run faster for longer than I have since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; I can't remember when.  I set the treadmill to a 7:30 minute mile and went for it.  It wasn't THAT painful until the last .3 mile.  Made me all proud of myself.  I made a new goal.  Each time I'm doing a completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;-centric workout I'm going to do a 7:30 mile or less.  My goal is to be able to run a 6:30 mile in 6 months from now.  Just ONE mile.. and on the treadmill.  I have no idea if I'd have the gumption to push my body THAT fast without the treadmill pushing me along.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt;... welcome to &lt;b&gt;goal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; dos: 6:30 mile&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goal #3?  &lt;b&gt;Swim 1.5 miles straight by January. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited for my new goals.  It's odd not to have racing as my goal, but I'm excited to have some new goals.  I'm sure as I work out more I'll be able to add to my goal list.  What have you two cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt; been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5686987999369871760?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5686987999369871760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5686987999369871760&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5686987999369871760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5686987999369871760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Up To'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/So1S9rDyprI/AAAAAAAAM2k/7HdRBAV_Opk/s72-c/IMG00868-20090819-0818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7383277876270565454</id><published>2009-08-11T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:50:36.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days Straight.</title><content type='html'>Good news, ladies.  I have officially worked out two days in a row.  I know, will wonders &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;cease?  I decided to cave and get a gym membership.  I just can't do it on my own.  Maybe once I know the area better and I can convince crazy souls to join me.. but until then the gym is my best option.  Plus, it gives me something to do once I lose my husband to graduate school.  They recently told Van he's "theirs" 40-50 hours a week, not including studying.  Soooo yaaah I gotta find an outlet.  The local, most affordable, and safest gym is LA Fitness.  I tried the Golds Gym and it's in an area that I don't feel comfortable going by myself.  The choices for Golds were a sketchy part of downtown Atlanta or the suburbs 30 minutes away.  LA Fitness 4 miles down the road won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I drove out to Bridgettes gym and took her spinning class.  She did a great job and I could feel my lungs screaming "see?? THIS is why you don't stop working out, cause now it HURTS!"  I was a sweat puddle but loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried out my gym.  I was nervous and had all sorts of emotions about a gym.  Call me crazy but pretty much everything in the working out world reminds me of you two.  I know I have to do it, I just wish I knew someone, you know?  I got Jaylee off to school and headed to the gym.  I was so good girls, I did 45 minutes of cardio BEFORE my hour long class.  I know.  I was impressed too.  When I made my way over to the class the first girl who spoke to me chatted about how her and her husband just relocated to Atlanta from Colombus, GA and she was here at this gym for her first time.  I said, funny, thats a coincidence.  I'm here for my first time too... we just moved here about two months ago.   Then she asked "Where are you from?"   "Utah" (which usually gets followed up by this question, and today was no different...)&lt;br /&gt;"Are you Mormon?" &lt;br /&gt;Yup. Sure am.&lt;br /&gt;She got very excited and said "So am I!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this may not seem like much.  But let me tell you what.  In my 2 months here I haven't just "run into" any other LDS members.  Unless it was church related I have always been asked "Are you mormon?"  and then followed by a "Huh...I knew a Mormon once..."  that's generally the way to convo goes.  So imagine my shock and happiness.  THEN come to find out she's in my ward boundaries AND she's looking for someone to work out with.  It was a blessed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt very watched over.  Definitely need to thank the Big Guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is day three at the gym.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;btw, I sweat ALL the time.  it doesn't matter if I'm working out inside or outside I don't know what's wrong with me--I'm ALWAYS dripping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7383277876270565454?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7383277876270565454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7383277876270565454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7383277876270565454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7383277876270565454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-days-straight.html' title='Two Days Straight.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7079450059972650430</id><published>2009-08-09T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:09:13.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo River Half</title><content type='html'>I was nervous about this race. Very nervous. I had only half-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt; trained for it, and Rachel had spent the 3 previous weeks nursing injuries...her knee, her back, you name it. Part of me really seriously considered going down, getting my shirt, and then not running it. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; glad I did not choose that path. Despite all of our lack of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; Rachel and I ventured our way down. We got down to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riverwoods&lt;/span&gt; Shopping Plaza and found the camper with the bibs and t-shirts, which this year went all out and had set up out on the grass instead of handing them out from the camper. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Impressive&lt;/span&gt;. Also an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;impressive&lt;/span&gt; change to this years race? Timing chips. They were going all out! While standing in line to get my bib a horrible realization hit me. I forgot my running shoes! All day long I'd been telling myself not to forget. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; of course I did. I panicked and called Erin (who graciously let us stay at her place) and asked what size of shoe she wore. Erin coolly responded not to worry that she was still in O-town and would be more than willing to stop by my house and pick them up. Erin wins major points. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there we decided to go to Macaroni Grill to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; load. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nummy&lt;/span&gt;. When who should I see? Oh just all of Max's Ashlee's family. Yup! So we hugged and gabbed for a bit and then sat down for dinner. So random to run into them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we headed back up to Erin's and settled in for the night because 4:30 was going to come way too soon. Even still we were able to muster this lovely shot on the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368101565853556418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sn9T7sbrXsI/AAAAAAAAMqs/FMV90jMSos0/s320/provo+river+half.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning of the race was cold. A cold front had come through sending our temps way below normal. The chill at the beginning was totally worth it though because the rest of the race was beautiful! Perfect running weather.  Like the high when we finished was on 64 degrees.  Say it with me.  Per-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fect&lt;/span&gt;.  We started the race out strong, we felt good and were moving well.  5 miles was over before we knew it.  Seriously.  I'm not joking about that.  It felt like it flew!  By about mile 7 though Rachel's knees were giving her grief, but she just kept pushing on.  As usual for me I was starting to feel really good about this time.  She kept telling me to go ahead, but I didn't want to.  I wanted her to have a great first experience so she'd get hooked!  So we just kept pushing forward.  Rachel did awesome.  We really hadn't trained sufficiently, and she had so many injuries I was really worried about her.  Even with all of that she was a champ!  At mile 12 I was feeling GREAT, and Rachel wanted to amputate her left foot and this time she insisted that I go on.  So off I went.  I felt strong, fast, and full of energy!  I haven't felt that way that far into a race in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time.  It was divine!  I was totally eating it up.  I tore through that last mile on a total runners high.  It rocked.  It made me remember why I love to run.  I totally needed that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel came in just a few minutes after I did and it only took her about 15 minutes to admit that she liked it and that she was glad she'd done it.  Have I created an addict yet?  I don't think so.  But she IS running Ragnar with us next year.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wuahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  And don't let this face fool you.  She liked it more than she'll ever let on.  That's just the Rachel way of things.  Good job &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm so proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368101572557417970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sn9T8FaALfI/AAAAAAAAMq0/a6qI0odJHMc/s320/provo+river+half2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7079450059972650430?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7079450059972650430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7079450059972650430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7079450059972650430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7079450059972650430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/provo-river-half.html' title='Provo River Half'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Sn9T7sbrXsI/AAAAAAAAMqs/FMV90jMSos0/s72-c/provo+river+half.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2535957694042006647</id><published>2009-08-02T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:59:44.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>I went for a six miler on Saturday. Ran 95% of it.  And even enjoyed it.  First time in a long time.  Maybe it will get better after all.  I think it was all the heart to heart chats we've had here this week.  Let's keep it up eh?  Love you girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2535957694042006647?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2535957694042006647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2535957694042006647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2535957694042006647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2535957694042006647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-9092176635484995085</id><published>2009-08-01T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:16:49.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Out In Humidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;86 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with 99% humidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like running through one of those sauna rooms where you can't see in front of your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was intense, my lungs felt like they were on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our mile was timed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine was 8:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-9092176635484995085?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/9092176635484995085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=9092176635484995085&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/9092176635484995085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/9092176635484995085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/08/working-out-in-humidity.html' title='Working Out In Humidity'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2483204641833583148</id><published>2009-07-28T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:23:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Do</title><content type='html'>Hey Ladies.  After Manda's heartfelt post yesterday I had a good ole chat with myself.  I have been pretty lackluster since moving to Georgia, a lot of having to do with what we all chatted about yesterday.  The only thing I've consistently done is Bootcamp...once a week...far cry from my previous 6 days a week workout schedule.   Last night I decided it was time to stop feeling sorry for myself because of these three things&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) As much as I want you to... neither of you will be moving to GA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) If I keep feeling sad about it, I'll never ever workout again.... and that's just no bueno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I always feel better about myself and have a better attitude about life in general when I'm taking care of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a goal to workout today for an hour and half no matter what.  My alarm clock went off and I thought I hit the snooze button...nope... when I my babe started crying at 8:30 I grumbled (only slightly, cause sleep is divine) and told myself if I just put on workout clothes then I'd eventually workout.  And you know what?  I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did a 30 minute DVD in my front room --with my girls.  It was fun for them for the first 5 minutes and then it was a whole bunch of Jaylee saying "Moooooommmm how LONG is this?" and everytime I told her she could do it with me she'd stand up and say "I'm not old, I don't have to exercise!"  Oh my silly kid.  Reagan was all into working out.  She was shaking her booty and laying down on the ground with me.  When I started the ab portion, however, she decided it would be MORE fun to crawl ON my stomach and my head.  Then Jaylee got into the mix and they were both jumping on my stomach (mind you, while I'm still doing abs).  I got frustrated and didn't do the cool down section.  I was still in my workout clothes and thought... okay... that was a half an hour... what now?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I strapped on my cycling shoes and went for a ride.  I haven't been out since I messed up my hand in April.  It was HARD but a very worthwhile workout.  Because I had chosen to sleep in I was cycling about 11am... in the heat... I rode for about an hour.  I came back dripping sweat, my muscles freaking, and my wrist throbbing but it felt SO GOOD to get out there again.   So yay for me. I got up.  I did my hour and a half of working out and I didn't cry.  Alllll very good things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go Tres Amigas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2483204641833583148?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2483204641833583148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2483204641833583148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2483204641833583148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2483204641833583148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-do.html' title='Can Do'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-909244868557680467</id><published>2009-07-27T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:41:03.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief!</title><content type='html'>Oh Manda your post made me sad it makes me want to RUN to O-town and go race around Ogden High's track...let me rephrase that- chase you around Ogden High's track cause your so FAST! I think those two years in the town house are my some of my favorite memories for lots of reasons and one of those reasons is your and Lori's friendship when I drive up the hill on Monroe I always smile and think of the many morning we raced up and down that blasted thing in heat in cold in happy and sad I think of the excited stories each of us shared during those morning and the struggles and trials facing us.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I shared this before but while working graves at the Center for Change when I would leave in the morning at 5:30/6am all of me was sad, sad cause I knew you too were just greeting each other off to start your day, in the dark, on the silent pavement... not to get too mushy but thanks for what each of you shared with me, thanks for the distance we have covered, and most of all for your friendship! I treasure those time, with the best of times in my life! lets all grieve together :) It is a sad time, motivation will come we are too hooked but its OK to be sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-909244868557680467?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/909244868557680467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=909244868557680467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/909244868557680467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/909244868557680467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-grief.html' title='Good Grief!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2937936606250394454</id><published>2009-07-27T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:10:13.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Find New Motivation</title><content type='html'>Hey ladies.  Let me answer your burning questions.  Yes, I am still running (lack-lusterly, but still doing it) and yes I will blog here again...apparently today.  Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you about running lately.  It's hard.  I'm not feeling it.  I haven't felt this off with running since I started 5 years ago.  I don't know what to do about it.  I HAVE however come to a conclusion as to why I think it is that it's so hard.  It all has to do with how running began for me.  I started running because I was asked to be on a marathon relay team with some ladies that I worked with at the hospital.  They wanted me to run 5 miles, and the farthest I'd ever run was 3.  The thought of 5 scared me to death.  I happened to mention that to my friend Lori, and she immediately started writing me a training plan.  I thought, "Seriously? A training plan? This girl is nuts."  Then not only did she write it for me, she became my running partner to make sure I did it.  I ended up breaking my toe playing soccer and couldn't run the race, but I really liked running, and the whole 'training plan' thing was growing on me, so I decided to keep with it.  When I started running I couldn't even run an entire mile without walking.  About 5 months later we were running 6 miles without stopping pretty easily.  That's when Lor mentioned that she was going to run 10 miles to her mom's house one Saturday and I said that I'd like to tag along.  That run was insane.  I didn't have good shoes.  I think I killed 3 toe nails.  It was longer than I'd EVER run before, AND we got caught in a blizzard during our run.  I got home and Jared looked at me and told me that I looked like a homeless bum.  I was soaked, tired, and freezing cold.  I was also hooked.  I loved it.  Even with all the craziness.  The way I felt was like nothing I'd ever felt before.  I loved running long distances.&lt;br /&gt;After that run Lori convinced me to run more and more.  A race here and there.  I commited to a half marathon.  Then I figured she couldn't run her first full marathon alone, so I'd better tag along...and our running partnership was cemented.  Running became therapeutic, physically, emotionally, and many times spiritually.  Lori and I went from being friends to being best friends.  Then Erin came into the mix.  We loved having someone new in the partnership.  She just slipped in and wormed her way right into our hearts.  Thus the tres amigas were born.&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 years ago, school took Erin away from us.  She's not far, but 2 hours is too far for a 5:30 run.  I was sad, but it was back to Lor and I, and we just kept running.  Then 1 month ago, school again (evil schools. what's with this education thing anyway?) took Lor 2000 miles away.  Do you hear that? It's my motivation for running deflating.  My partners in crime are gone.  Pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;I have had wonderful people step up and let me run with them since Lor moved.  I have convinced other people to run at 5:30 in the morning with me at times.  But my heart's just not in it right now.  And I don't know what to do.  Bleh.  It's not that I'm not grateful to have the people to run with that I do.  Because I AM grateful.  If it weren't for them I wouldn't be running at all.  I know I wouldn't (because on the mornings I'm on my own I haven't gone).  I think I'm in mourning.  I've been left behind.  I hate feeling like I've been left behind.  Grrrrr.  So the question now is what do I do from here?  Do I keep running because that's what I do? Or do I revamp?  I'm thinking maybe some time spent focusing on weight training and speed training.  All I know is that right now running makes me sad.  And I hate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2937936606250394454?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2937936606250394454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2937936606250394454&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2937936606250394454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2937936606250394454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying-to-find-new-motivation.html' title='Trying to Find New Motivation'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7069753323263492001</id><published>2009-07-26T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:38:33.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Quads</title><content type='html'>Soooo yesterdays BootCamp class.  Yup.  It was fun.  It was cardio centric-which excited me cause I'm much stronger in that dept right now.  Get excited, here was our workout.  (done at a track...with bleachers)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warm up of .75 mile, slow jog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The  following stations going around the track for a repeat of 3 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 meters high butt kicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;200+ meters of forward lunges (it doesn't sound that far...but oh. my. it really really is), 2nd time around backward lunges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 meter sprint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 jumping jacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 meter sprint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jumping jacks until every one has finished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I was burning just by THAT point.  Then we headed up to the bleachers.  Say it with me now with a twinge of dread: the bleeeeachers.  She had us run up and down a section, back out to the track, do 5 explosions (you crouch all the way down, jump up with arms and hands extended) and then sprint 100 meters out, 100 meters back and back up the bleacher steps.  Three times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the last time my legs were so jelly-licious that my sprint was pathetic.  I truly felt like I was running on two sticks of butter through a forest of gummi bears.  Sigh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did 100 bicep curls, 30 bicep rotations, an awesomely excruciating ab workout (planks for 60 seconds amidst other grueling things), some push ups and then we all laid on our mats and wanted to die.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good time, girls, good time.   I'm telling you --this type of working out is really starting to get addictive.  Only downside... this morning my abs, butt, quads, and hams are on FIRE.  I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by a truck.  But it's a good pain, one I'm glad I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7069753323263492001?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7069753323263492001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7069753323263492001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7069753323263492001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7069753323263492001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-quads.html' title='Oh My Quads'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-1362562172874981200</id><published>2009-07-25T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:46:35.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BACK</title><content type='html'>Thanks for not taking away my rights as a writer on our neglected running blog. Hopefully I can quickly make my way back in your hearts! BUT today was the day I did it I got my tired achy body out on the pavement. I told myself all day yesterday I was going for a run in the morning. When I got up with Hayden at 1 am and 4 am I told myself the same thing. When I got at 6 am with her and could watch all the bikers/runners going by from the nursery window I told myself... &lt;br /&gt;I WAS GOING! but once I got her back to sleep it was a tough decision not to curl back in bed myself, obviously you know the outcome I went some where deep down inside me I knew I really, really wanted to go- and go I did. My running watch's batteries were dead after its nine month slumber, so was my ipod, pretty sure my shoes have given up the ghost and have no road wear left in them either. But the important parts my joints, bones, lungs and heart pulled through for me in amazing strength and color! It made me realize how unnecessarily hard I can be on my body- I don't always eat the best or stretch like I should, every once in awhile I look in the mirror and pick it apart from head to toe, but as I ran I just thought about all the amazing things I have done and all the amazing places I have been because of my body and particularly what my body has done over the last nine months. I became so overwhelmed with gratitude I almost wanted to give my belly fat a big hug!&lt;br /&gt;I only went two miles, but I am now two miles stronger! Somewhere over the last little while I heard, "runners who run with their ipod are runners who can't be alone with their thought." or some thing like that. I usually never have a hard time running, listening to music and thinking at the same time- but nonetheless my first time back I am glad I was completely alone. Now maybe in a week I will be ready for the fun running group in my hood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-1362562172874981200?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/1362562172874981200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=1362562172874981200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1362562172874981200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1362562172874981200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-back.html' title='I AM BACK'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-8658842447546856820</id><published>2009-07-18T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:31:21.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Boot</title><content type='html'>Hey Ladies.  I think we should really start writing on here again.  Manda, you're training for a half... I want to hear about your fun long runs in Ogden.  Erin, you're getting back into it, I want to hear about how much stronger you're feeling and what it's like to be at it again.  Me, I need to start blogging for accountablility and to let you know how it is to workout here in the humidity!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I LOVE LOVE LOVE sea level.  Pretty sure I'd do cardio all day if I could.  It's amazing the difference.  No lung burning. Your legs give out way before your lungs do.  Although, on a hot, sticky, wet day your lungs feel like they are drowing... like you're breathing in a sauna room.  But I'll take that over the buuuuurn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last two weeks I've been doing a boot camp my friend (see I have friends, yay) Bridgette is in charge of.  She kicks our butt and proceeds to hand them to us in a nicely wrapped package.  I couldn't stand up and down for a good 24 hours after last Saturday.  Here is the basic break-down of our first Boot Camp day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cardio:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 mile warm-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hill sprints with circuits of power blasts (jumping jacks on speed) and lunges in between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunges, lunges, lunges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hill sprints with jumping jacks and power lunges in between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.5 mile run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strength Training:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circuit Training (jumps, forward lunges, burpees, sprints)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biceps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triceps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(all done while balancing on our shoulder blades holding our bum in the air...it huuurt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was soooo sore.  I worked out again on Monday and Tuesday and it seemed to stretch it out a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Bootcamp was easier for me.  We did a lot of cardio circuit work.  Then we did bleacher work... bleachers....bleeeechers.  Guh.  It hurt.  After we worked on arms by balancing backwards on the bleacher steps.  We did a tri, bi, combo with a total of 80 pumps.  GAH.  THEN we did the leg workout from hell.  We held our lunge position for forrrreeever.  Then abs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man. Alive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful for a friend who is crazier than I am and can push me but you two better watch out. If I workout this hard for the next 30 months I'm going to come back even crazier than I was.  You two ready for that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[cue clap of thunder]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-8658842447546856820?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/8658842447546856820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=8658842447546856820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8658842447546856820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8658842447546856820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/07/re-boot.html' title='Re-Boot'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-8677489003789950451</id><published>2009-07-13T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:26:15.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Plan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You two can just move out here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can fly home on the weekends and say hi to your husbands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have an extra play pen, so bring the kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You in? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-8677489003789950451?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/8677489003789950451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=8677489003789950451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8677489003789950451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8677489003789950451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-plan.html' title='New Plan.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-96898154218264947</id><published>2009-07-01T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:58:41.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATL Run, Numero Dos</title><content type='html'>First off, let me just tell you how EXCITED I am to have my little sister Ashley here for a few days.  She's one of those mega-runners...ya know the kind that kick your trash at the local 5k...you see them at the start and at the finish but during the race...ummmm??  Super duper fast, my little sis is.  However, despite her speediness she likes to go running with me she calls them her "slow distance runs."  whatevs.  I'm all about the company!!  She decided to come with me this week and explore ATL.  It's amazing how much safer you feel with a running partner.  I really need to get one of those, quick.  Hmmm.  Craigslist? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run started off with Ash SUPER DUPER WAY excited about the fact that I drug her out of bed.... can't you tell? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwR_nKneiI/AAAAAAAAMSU/GkigiIfocGY/s1600-h/IMG00292-20090701-0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353673841579620898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwR_nKneiI/AAAAAAAAMSU/GkigiIfocGY/s320/IMG00292-20090701-0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was even more excited that her butt was going to be the prominent decor for all my running pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwR_eQx70I/AAAAAAAAMSM/vX_1YDRLEnY/s1600-h/IMG00293-20090701-0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353673839189552962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwR_eQx70I/AAAAAAAAMSM/vX_1YDRLEnY/s320/IMG00293-20090701-0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This run was much more enjoyable then the first run.  I think it had a lot to do with the fact that my sister was with me, but I was also not as nervous and knew the streets a teeny bit better.  We decided to skip off the main roads and check the neighborhoods out... I took lots of pictures of alll the many many many cute houses, get excited....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwRcSi2VfI/AAAAAAAAMSE/oLkQiayF9W8/s1600-h/IMG00295-20090701-0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353673234748691954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwRcSi2VfI/AAAAAAAAMSE/oLkQiayF9W8/s320/IMG00295-20090701-0733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwRbt9tSgI/AAAAAAAAMR0/4-YnoVbNz34/s1600-h/IMG00297-20090701-0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353673224929233410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwRbt9tSgI/AAAAAAAAMR0/4-YnoVbNz34/s320/IMG00297-20090701-0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwRbZ0gvpI/AAAAAAAAMRs/aBScJu_4pMo/s1600-h/IMG00298-20090701-0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353673219521953426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwRbZ0gvpI/AAAAAAAAMRs/aBScJu_4pMo/s320/IMG00298-20090701-0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwRazlPiSI/AAAAAAAAMRk/yViojTMmXQw/s1600-h/IMG00299-20090701-0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353673209257363746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwRazlPiSI/AAAAAAAAMRk/yViojTMmXQw/s320/IMG00299-20090701-0738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP8d8DubI/AAAAAAAAMRc/q4WeU436Cxk/s1600-h/IMG00301-20090701-0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353671588539775410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP8d8DubI/AAAAAAAAMRc/q4WeU436Cxk/s320/IMG00301-20090701-0741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP7_lJ4eI/AAAAAAAAMRU/ycw65rumrDE/s1600-h/IMG00302-20090701-0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353671580390646242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP7_lJ4eI/AAAAAAAAMRU/ycw65rumrDE/s320/IMG00302-20090701-0744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP7iyd4lI/AAAAAAAAMRM/UFsTmxawTCY/s1600-h/IMG00303-20090701-0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353671572661854802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP7iyd4lI/AAAAAAAAMRM/UFsTmxawTCY/s320/IMG00303-20090701-0800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP7B361MI/AAAAAAAAMRE/__8gAO-hJf8/s1600-h/IMG00304-20090701-0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353671563826353346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP7B361MI/AAAAAAAAMRE/__8gAO-hJf8/s320/IMG00304-20090701-0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run was gorgeous.  I loved the neighborhood we ran through.  It was only about a 45 minute run but I was grateful.  It was super hot and I was suuuuper sweaty.  One neat thing I've noticed on the runs is the amount of runners/walkers that are out.  TONS.  We passed many many runners this morning.  I feel very safe here, which is a huge blessing.   Everywhere we drove today I just kept remarking on how many cute houses there were and was writing street names down so I could remember to run different routes.  (within 6 miles or so of my house...) Ashley said something that pretty much sums up how I feel about my direct surroundings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"It's as pretty as Ogden, but it's like Ogden on EVERY. STREET.  Not&lt;br /&gt;just a section, everywhere you turn is OGDEN!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe that's why I like it so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the run lil sis.  I'm totally crying when she leaves Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP6wcDbOI/AAAAAAAAMQ8/afPqvs9MA_Y/s1600-h/IMG00307-20090701-0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353671559146073314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwP6wcDbOI/AAAAAAAAMQ8/afPqvs9MA_Y/s320/IMG00307-20090701-0806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-96898154218264947?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/96898154218264947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=96898154218264947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/96898154218264947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/96898154218264947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/07/atl-run-numero-dos.html' title='ATL Run, Numero Dos'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SkwR_nKneiI/AAAAAAAAMSU/GkigiIfocGY/s72-c/IMG00292-20090701-0727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5341777437212016655</id><published>2009-06-30T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:43:58.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>The Ragnar Relay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you want to read all about it (which you totally do), then head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.punkinsinlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;my blog&lt;/a&gt;!  All I have to say is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ragnar Rocked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totally doing it next year baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5341777437212016655?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5341777437212016655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5341777437212016655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5341777437212016655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5341777437212016655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/06/ragnar-relay.html' title='The Ragnar Relay'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-8476792819128746292</id><published>2009-06-29T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:37:13.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in ATL</title><content type='html'>Hey friends! Yes I know, I need to blog about Wasatch Back, it'll happen I promise. But here's my first blog post from ATL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Ski0dnUPVcI/AAAAAAAAMPo/sDHhXX1wuss/s320/IMG00196-20090629-0614.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352726577992914370" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went running this morning. I was all sorts of nervous because a) it's a new place b) wasn't sure if my plotted run was in a "safer" area and c) i had to run by myself. I took my trusty BB and headed out on my first run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lori vs. Humdity, take one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, off. It feels AWESOME to run at sea level. Holy my lungs loved me. The 4 miles I ran felt like I'd ran 1. Seriously. That good. But the humidity, oh my, it kicked my trash. I don't generally sweat much but by about mile 2 I had sweat dripping in my eyes. By the time I was done with the run I looked like I'd run through the sprinklers. My A/C never felt sooooo good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics from my fabulous first run:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Ski05bavsDI/AAAAAAAAMQQ/a20pSUn-i9M/s320/IMG00212-20090629-0650.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352727055835312178" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Ski0eiChRAI/AAAAAAAAMQI/QyCPUxicpSk/s320/IMG00209-20090629-0640.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352726593756283906" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Ski0enkTzfI/AAAAAAAAMQA/cJjSBftg6WA/s320/IMG00199-20090629-0620.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352726595240185330" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Ski0ePKFgMI/AAAAAAAAMP4/h9agwVIctVM/s320/IMG00198-20090629-0617.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352726588687745218" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Ski0dwdzwAI/AAAAAAAAMPw/FyA9NslJFWg/s320/IMG00197-20090629-0616.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352726580448968706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me post workout with sweaty wet hair.  but I was psyched!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(like that my front yard is a forest, too?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Ski055F1IsI/AAAAAAAAMQY/LgmOHqENDIA/s320/IMG00219-20090629-0654.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352727063800652482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's to more ATL adventures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-8476792819128746292?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/8476792819128746292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=8476792819128746292&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8476792819128746292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8476792819128746292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/06/running-in-atl.html' title='Running in ATL'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Ski0dnUPVcI/AAAAAAAAMPo/sDHhXX1wuss/s72-c/IMG00196-20090629-0614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-1236378410667896083</id><published>2009-06-08T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:03:04.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training for the Wasatch Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; let me just tell you about my fun runs last week as I've been preparing for the Wasatch Back. Oh get excited. To train, they recommend that you do 2 runs in a 24 hour period twice. Well last week I realized that there was only 2 weeks left before the race and I'd better get hopping on that. So looking at my week I decided that the best time to do that would be Thursday. I usually run Thursday mornings, my evening was pretty open so I could run again Thursday night and then I usually run on Friday mornings as well. Perfect 3 runs in 24 hours. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I forgot to take one little thing into account. Soccer on Wednesday nights. Thursday morning came and I got up ready to run. As we got moving my body began to protest. I suddenly became very aware of all of the bumps and bruises from soccer the night before and my muscles felt like lead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rickem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rackem&lt;/span&gt; not stretching after soccer. Bad plan. So after a less than encouraging run, I focused my thoughts on a great run that evening. Thursday after work I quickly changed and hit the pavement again. My legs hurt, but no worse than in the morning. This time it was the heat that was the challenge...and the hills.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345016964999325234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Si1QnE04pjI/AAAAAAAAMhE/I04Qr8KHsaA/s320/hill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I felt like I was running in slow motion, I did it, and didn't die along the way. Then came Friday morning. My desire to wake up was almost non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt;, but I knew that we had planned on a trail run and that at least sounded fun. My body now ached from head to toe. I was SO glad that Lori was there with me.  I totally think I would have given up otherwise.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for running partners! &lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story?  No soccer the week of Ragnar.  I don't need any other pains.  3 runs in 24 hours will do quite well thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-1236378410667896083?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/1236378410667896083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=1236378410667896083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1236378410667896083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/1236378410667896083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/06/training-for-wasatch-back.html' title='Training for the Wasatch Back'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/Si1QnE04pjI/AAAAAAAAMhE/I04Qr8KHsaA/s72-c/hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-591206309563492569</id><published>2009-05-16T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:30:49.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Ogden How I Will Miss Thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12 miles through Ogden.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started at Manda's weaved our way until we were at the trailhead, took a nice detour through the trails (which, btw, Erin they have totally ruined! a pipe broke and they had to tear down a bunch of trees...it's sad...)... trails that Amanda BIFFED it on (who says I'm the only clumsy one?)... then headed down through our favorite "pretty houses" stretch.  Ahhhh one day Marilyn Drive we WILL live on you.  We will make it happen.  It's totally on my vision board... so it's gonna happen, right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we ended up snaking down to the parkway and enjoying a misery free run down the parkway taking time to reminisce about how many times we've run the parkway... which ones we'd like to forget (like ummm the PAIN of being at 24 miles? ow ow ow) and the times we love.The only thing that would have made it better was if you were with us Erin. Oh what a great long run it was.  We felt great, we were happy, and we desperately tried not to focus on the fact that this run--this long run--was the last double digit run we'd be doing together before I moved.  Sniff. Sniff.  37 days, friends, wow.  Soooo wierd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend couldn't have gotten better... oh but. it. did.  Amanda and I volunteered for the Ogden Marathon (since umm we didn't register before it was sold out..whoops) it was a HOOT.  Oh my goodness.  LOVED it.  Amanda has all the pictures so I'll let her tell you the stories.  But I can't begin to express to you how wonderful it was.  What a great way to say goodbye to the Ogden course.  Woo hooooooo!!!!  Yay for Ogden, yay for awesome running friends, yay for rockin long runs and fantabulous memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-591206309563492569?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/591206309563492569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=591206309563492569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/591206309563492569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/591206309563492569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-ogden-how-i-will-miss-thee.html' title='Oh Ogden How I Will Miss Thee'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6532567033520010763</id><published>2009-05-02T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:03:51.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in the Rain</title><content type='html'>I'm glad we got another long run in the rain in before I moved. Something about finishing a long run completely drenched makes me fantastically happy.  Loved it.  8 miles never felt so short...okay except maybe when we were running up the crazy long hill... but we ran the entire thing! (Erin you'd be so proud of us little hill runners)  Glad to be back training, glad to feel the burn in my legs and glad to have a free therapist.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6532567033520010763?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6532567033520010763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6532567033520010763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6532567033520010763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6532567033520010763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/05/running-in-rain.html' title='Running in the Rain'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-3628499475146251224</id><published>2009-04-25T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:52:53.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You guys totally missed out.</title><content type='html'>It was our favorite type of running weather this morning.  Well at first at least.  It was a gorgeous cool morning.  The mountains were covered in clouds from time to time and everything was SUPER green.  Oh it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful.  Then add to that the temperature was perfect for running!  I loved it.  Even though I was soaking from the rain by the end, it felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328824241284461458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SfPJagRAM5I/AAAAAAAAMbA/y84zo-_X0YA/s320/run.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  Well I was solo today (which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; is going to be the norm WAY too soon) and knew I needed to get 6 in.  Being a gluten for punishment I decided to run the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WRC&lt;/span&gt; 10k course.  Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt; mentioned the Ragnar Relay is coming up soon and so hills and I must become friends.  Hence choosing a super hilly course.  I started out feeling strong.  Since getting super sick a couple of weeks ago, I haven't really run much, so this was my first long run in a while and I was excited that I felt so good.  Well about 2 miles in the nausea set in.  Awesome.  Only 4 more miles and 5 million hills left.  Fun. For. Me.  I totally missed you guys helping push me along.  It really is amazing how much having someone to run with helps.  I am beginning to realize how imperative it's going to be for me to find someone to run with once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt; leaves.  Along that note though I kept telling my body that if this were a race and there were people around I would be able to keep running so I just kept pushing.  By the time I finished I really felt sick to my stomach, but I was pleased with myself because I had done it, done it in a decent time, and had run 90% of the hills!  Go team!  So overall it was a good run, it just made me miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SfPJa2UEaZI/AAAAAAAAMbI/vf-hrGgJnbE/s1600-h/run1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328824247202900370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SfPJa2UEaZI/AAAAAAAAMbI/vf-hrGgJnbE/s320/run1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-3628499475146251224?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/3628499475146251224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=3628499475146251224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3628499475146251224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/3628499475146251224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-guys-totally-missed-out.html' title='You guys totally missed out.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SfPJagRAM5I/AAAAAAAAMbA/y84zo-_X0YA/s72-c/run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5007182378415606774</id><published>2009-04-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:13:53.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and so it begins....</title><content type='html'>My tri went well &lt;a href="http://vanandlori.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-report-ole.html"&gt;last Saturday&lt;/a&gt;,  I loved every second.  With my tri ending my half marathon training and &lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/wasatchback/index.php/"&gt;Ragnar Relay&lt;/a&gt; training has officially begun.  I'm &lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&amp;amp;Itemid=32&amp;amp;page=legMaps&amp;amp;raceName=wasatchback&amp;amp;paceID=2&amp;amp;leg=34#legmaps"&gt;runner 10&lt;/a&gt; and get to run the last 4 miles of the Ragnar.  Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Se5uRdi_sDI/AAAAAAAAK60/iC0TDX_aFSA/s1600-h/runner.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Se5uRdi_sDI/AAAAAAAAK60/iC0TDX_aFSA/s320/runner.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327316655494115378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which means I need to start doing some serious hill workouts. This morning Manda and I did hill sprint repeats with a mile cool down. 30th street you kill me.  Oh hills... I have a forever love/hate realtionship with you.  I love the burn, yet I hate the burn.  I love the crest where you know you're almost ready to run downhill, but that cresting also seems to last forever and the downhill never comes. I know hills asre 99.9% mental and I'm hoping to whip my brain into shape over the next 7 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great workout and I even spanked Amanda up the hill twice.  Yes that's right, I beat her!  Too bad all that did was fuel her to KILL me for the rest of the workout.  Awww such fun.  So, welcome us back to the land of race training and the land of blogging.  Tis going to be fabulous!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5007182378415606774?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5007182378415606774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5007182378415606774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5007182378415606774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5007182378415606774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-it-begins.html' title='...and so it begins....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/Se5uRdi_sDI/AAAAAAAAK60/iC0TDX_aFSA/s72-c/runner.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-8692529000832908327</id><published>2009-04-10T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:23:46.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a run theory</title><content type='html'>I am always amazed and displeased at the fact no matter how far the distance of a run the last little bet is always a push. If the run is 5 miles the last quarter mile is a struggle. If the run is 15 miles (depending on the day) the last mile is a stretch. See the pattern. Whatever the distance is that I program my mind to do, the finial stretch is always a feat of endurance. For so long all I had told myself is; "I just need to make it to third week in April, and then things will be easy." Well here I am and I find myself looking at the next month the same way I do when running the last mile of whatever the distance might be. I therefore have now titled this pattern: the end of the run theory- Think I can get a noble prize for my discovery in the world of emotional science?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-8692529000832908327?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/8692529000832908327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=8692529000832908327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8692529000832908327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8692529000832908327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-run-theory.html' title='The end of a run theory'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Nr74BAI-fg/R_2Mz7YH2CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xeBwDnhXrrQ/S220/CIMG0443.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6570584084331653595</id><published>2009-03-22T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:23:34.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Work Out</title><content type='html'>Ladies it's time.  We need a new work out that we can all participate in...pregnant, or not pregnant, motivated or not motivate, tired or...who am I kidding?  We're always tired.  But one way or another we can all do this exercise in our own homes.  It's going to take years off girls!  A renound plastic surgeon in San Francisco said so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PyxpXgS5deU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PyxpXgS5deU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6570584084331653595?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6570584084331653595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6570584084331653595&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6570584084331653595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6570584084331653595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-work-out.html' title='New Work Out'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6357256143716047956</id><published>2009-03-22T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:34:07.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathon in TWO WEEKS! Triathlon in FOUR!</title><content type='html'>Hey friends.  Well it's hit that "now or never" point in my training... errr...thinking.  My training has taken a significant hit the last few months.  For as excited as I am to move across the country I think I'm in denial about how sad I am.  I went on my final long run from my cute house in Ogden on Saturday and it was soooo sad for me.  Amanda and I ran the Bonneville Shoreline, it was a gorgeous day.  I wish Amanda and I felt better, we both were fighting our bodies, but it was still worth making the effort for our 10 miler. It was finally warm enough to wear short sleeves, but cold enough that the wind felt great. I was so bummed as I ran down the foothill to my house for the last time.  I know I'll still run the trails for the next two months, I just won't be able to step out my front door and in 3 minutes be at the base of the trails I've come to love so much.  Nor will I be 6 minutes from my bff and running partner.  Ahhh sometimes changes suck.  So, I am now fully embracing the fact that I'm sad and that it has negatively effected my training.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It HAS been fun to be in denial, eating everything in sight, and just sleeping. BUT I've only got two weeks to make it up for the half --not much-- but right now I can squeeze in 6 miles without it totally kicking my rear.  I figure I can do the half.  I'm glad we have another half marathon scheduled for May or I'd feel like I was "going out" on a bad note for Utah racing.  As far as my triathlon training, I actually feel quite confident in my swimming ability, it's taken off in the last month. My running doesn't scare me, maybe I'm over confident with that... but it's the biking... the dreaded biking that looms like this scary little monster.  Now that I live up in the valley with miles and miles and miles of farm land and horses (okay.. there ARE cars, but like 80% less than Ogden) I can really hit the road and practice road biking.  The spin classes have been good for me to build a base and I just need to get out and hit the road.  My focus the last two months has been on swimming so for the next month I'm focusing on biking.  Here's to hoping!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....and I'm starting to get that itch.  It always happens every. blasted. year.  the dang I-want-to-run-another-marathon-itch.  There is a marathon in Atlanta in November.  I'm thinking about it.  Marathons take so much time and effort: physically, mentally, and they are very time intensive. for the training.  Could I do it with Van in school?  Would I have the will-power to train by myself?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what to do.... what to do..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6357256143716047956?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6357256143716047956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6357256143716047956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6357256143716047956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6357256143716047956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/03/half-marathon-in-two-weeks-triathlon-in.html' title='Half Marathon in TWO WEEKS! Triathlon in FOUR!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2946136233280487722</id><published>2009-03-17T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:52:37.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days down....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday I had a gut busting swim workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I had a decent 3 miler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm planning on riding the bike down to the gym, lifting, and riding back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back ladies... I think.... I hope.... how have your first two days gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2946136233280487722?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2946136233280487722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2946136233280487722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2946136233280487722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2946136233280487722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-days-down.html' title='Two days down....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-5910118435792192695</id><published>2009-03-14T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:03:12.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weeks Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, my name is Lori and I'm an exercise quitter for the first time in my life.  I stopped exercising daily approximately 10 days ago.  I've tried exercising three times since then and I usually am able to talk myself out of it (or we've half-cracked it.... a 4 mile run? naah lets do a 2 mile walk).  Finding justification has been simple with all that's going on in my life. I can't deny that the sleep has felt nice.  I can't remember when I've had so many nights of 7-8 hours of sleep.  However, this action has created quite the negative impact otherwise: I'm more tired, feel crappy, find myself losing my motivation, and miss hanging out with Amanda at the butt-crack of the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I now call this meeting to order.  All of us exercise quitters... and exercise blog quitters.... need to band together and overcome the funk.  Ready?  I am.  Who else is in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-5910118435792192695?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/5910118435792192695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=5910118435792192695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5910118435792192695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/5910118435792192695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-weeks-meeting.html' title='This Weeks Meeting'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-8551196345879918391</id><published>2009-03-03T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:07:45.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty sure this is Amanda every night/morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could tape Amanda sleeping/waking up this is what it would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-8551196345879918391?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/8551196345879918391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=8551196345879918391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8551196345879918391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8551196345879918391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-sure-this-is-amanda-every.html' title='Pretty sure this is Amanda every night/morning'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-478221679502630519</id><published>2009-02-28T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:11:26.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Funk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abbie &amp;amp; Jen, I'm sorry I haven't answered your questions yet.  There is a nice little post in my draft section half written.  It is my goal to have it posted tomorrow.  Sorry for the delay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you I'm in a weird running funk.  I've been having to focus so hard on getting my biking and swimming up to par for the triathlon that running has taken a SERIOUS hit.  I run maybe maybe twice a week.  For sure I get the long runs in on Saturday.  Good. For.  Me.   It's even sadder because that means Amanda and I aren't having these amazing runs together. Our run this morning was rather pathetic.  Neither Amanda nor I were able to push it, we were sore, tired, and just drained by mile 4.  We weren't our happy go lucky selves, we were just in a funk.  Yes, that it sad.  My impending move keeps hurtling after me faster than a rabbit on a treadmill.  (haha, not sure what that means, but I just typed it... so I'm keeping it) Which means our runs together will shortly be history. gulp. We can't afford to have silly funky funless runs... can we?  Weird to think that in 3 months this blog will be written from three different cities.  Yikes. Running is therapeutic and I miss my therapy.  Yes yes I do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's why our blog has been in such a funk.  Erin isn't really exercising anymore, for good reason.  Amanda is struggling and I'm just not feeling the love from my workouts.  Hmmm.  New plan, eh?  I need some pick me up.  Not necessarily motivation..... just need something to make me remember why I love it so much, get me to enjoy the workouts, and leave this ugly funkitis in the background........... ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-478221679502630519?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/478221679502630519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=478221679502630519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/478221679502630519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/478221679502630519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-funk.html' title='Running Funk'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-6889122504362024259</id><published>2009-02-15T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:27:57.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Ummmm....</title><content type='html'>Lori and I are pretty much the coolest slackers ever.  You know that Ogden half we were training for?  Well, we totally missed the registration deadline and just found out that the half is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt;.  Ooops.  Guess we'll be finding a new one to run before she moves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-6889122504362024259?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/6889122504362024259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=6889122504362024259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6889122504362024259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/6889122504362024259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-ummmm.html' title='So Ummmm....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-7897925415447951921</id><published>2009-02-08T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:43:07.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaaah so ummm a 5k.</title><content type='html'>Pretty sure that was LEAST ready I've ever been for a 5k.  Except maybe my first 5k.  I've been really good at cycling and swimming because I know my running is solid.  Well, I thought my running was solid.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; no.  Those hills at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WRC&lt;/span&gt; 5k &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KILLLLED&lt;/span&gt; me.  My hams are still dying today.  Oh silly friends, we haven't been running like we should.  Manda has got to kick it into high gear if she's going to PR and I need to work on it if I'm not going to DIE at the triathlon OR the half marathon.  I feel like February is going to be our month, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;week'll&lt;/span&gt; do it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some highlights from Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having issues putting on my timing chip.. which resulted in a you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me response from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt;, to which she wished she'd have taken a picture.  apparently i woke up with stupid all over me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sitting in the car while everyone else was warming up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; looks like the race is starting, better go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt; run the first 1/8 mile with her hands shoved in her armpits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting to run with underwear man again.  and fake boobs lady.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving running downhill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving the race starting and ending so quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love love loving Erin coming up for a nice stroll around Ogden.  it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;'  awesome friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so glad you could come up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our traditional winter time hot cocoa and chat.  good times. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not being able to warm-up post race and taking a 45 minute hot bath.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being back in the racing world, whether or not I was prepared. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love it. Love running.  Can't wait to do the 10k!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see my Endocrinologist tomorrow, I'll let you know what she has to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-7897925415447951921?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/7897925415447951921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=7897925415447951921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7897925415447951921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/7897925415447951921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/02/yaaaah-so-ummm-5k.html' title='Yaaaah so ummm a 5k.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-4555166201740371605</id><published>2009-02-06T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:31:48.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brick Workouts.  Woah.</title><content type='html'>I'm a day late and a dollar short, but here it is.  Yesterday my workout:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 mile run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;45 minute spin class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 minute swim workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup.  all the same morning.  it kicked. my. butt.  but it made me excited for the triathlon.  i know i have it in me and the fact that i can do that workout two months before the triathlon means i can totally do the triathlon.  soo... yay.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news.. i've decided to be proactive with my health once again.  i am trying to find a specialized dietician that can help me with my insulin resistance/carb intake.  i am finding it hard to maintain my diabetic diet needing the carbs for endurance sports.  i'm talking to my doctor on monday to see if she knows of a nuritionist that specializes in sports...hmmmm... thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbie and Jennifer, I'm writing up a post answering your questions... give me one more day.  :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-4555166201740371605?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/4555166201740371605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=4555166201740371605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4555166201740371605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/4555166201740371605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/02/brick-workouts-woah.html' title='Brick Workouts.  Woah.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-762080810029812686</id><published>2009-02-04T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:05:57.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay.  I'm actually committed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SCARY!!!  Today I did the last thing that was needed to actually participate in the triathlon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought my cycling shoes and pedals.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SYoRK_vs7UI/AAAAAAAAKZU/O5O2Ljfv7qo/s320/IMG00650.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299066792162684226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eeeep.  That means what? I'm ACTUALLY DOING THIS TRIATHLON.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow.  Reality just slapped me in the face.... training here we freaking go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-762080810029812686?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/762080810029812686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=762080810029812686&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/762080810029812686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/762080810029812686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-im-actually-committed.html' title='Okay.  I&apos;m actually committed.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/SYoRK_vs7UI/AAAAAAAAKZU/O5O2Ljfv7qo/s72-c/IMG00650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2585861692755383859</id><published>2009-02-03T12:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:10:30.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRR!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all.  I want to workout so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAAAAAAH.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2585861692755383859?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2585861692755383859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2585861692755383859&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2585861692755383859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2585861692755383859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/02/grrrrr.html' title='GRRRRR!!!!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422497728521679173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BvkDlp5eV4/S7C3B4pKtKI/AAAAAAAANk8/sxRGGfoA5NQ/S220/DSC02680.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-8866460614402562312</id><published>2009-02-03T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:35:53.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In all my excitement I forgot...</title><content type='html'>to tell you the funniest part about this morning. after swimming i went in to shower.  now the shower stalls at golds have doors on them just like a bathroom stall, which I am totally grateful for. well i walk in to shower and there is a 300+ pound woman showering there with the door open completely naked. AAAH! my eyes!  my eyes! why? why would you shower naked with the door open naked if there was another choice? well at least good for her for being so comfortable with herself eh???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-8866460614402562312?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/8866460614402562312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=8866460614402562312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8866460614402562312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/8866460614402562312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-all-my-excitement-i-forgot.html' title='In all my excitement I forgot...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658078605269947786.post-2440002616127648924</id><published>2009-02-03T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:47:22.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it.</title><content type='html'>Yes ladies and gentlemen, I did it.  I got up at 5:30 this morning and worked out BY MYSELF.  This morning when my alarm went off (which it only took me 5 minutes to hear this morning tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;) I had a BB message from Lori saying that she was still feeling like crap...literally.  Being married to the porcelain throne she didn't feel like it was best that she come and work out this morning.  So then the debate began in my mind.  Do I get up and go swim by myself or stay in my nice warm comfortable bed and snuggle with my honey.  Usually for me this is a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;.  Stay in bed of course!  And to add to that that I didn't get to bed last night until about midnight, which is usually grounds for me to not ever hear my alarm the next morning.  But on the other hand I already had my bag packed for swimming and all my clothes laid out.  I thought about just sleeping and going for a walk later with Max, but then I remembered that we are in the middle of an inversion and I'm really fond of my lungs and would like to keep them as healthy as possible for as long as possible, so maybe that wasn't such a good plan.  Then I thought, well Lori will probably be better by tomorrow, so I'll just sleep and swim then.  The debate continued on in my head for about 15 minutes.  Then I looked at my clock and realized that if I even wanted to have a swim lane I'd better just get up and go...and much to my surprise I DID.  I rolled out of bed got changed, headed out to the gym and was in the pool by 5:45.  There were only 2 other people in the pool, and I worked out hard.  I was surprised that I was able to push myself.  But I think the fact that I was the only girl in the pool kind of helped that.  I didn't want to look like a wuss, so I pushed it.  By 6:30 I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tiiiired&lt;/span&gt;, so I hopped out showered, got ready at the gym and was home by 7:15 ready for the day.  I feel great.  Not only does swimming make me feel awesome, but I am totally impressed with myself this morning.  I know it may not seem like that big of a deal, but I'm pretty sure I can count on one hand the number of times I've worked out by myself since starting to work out with Lori 4 years ago.  So good job me.  You get a big gold star.  Most importantly I proved to myself that I can do it on my own...at o dark thirty in the morning...which will be important when a certain someone decides to move away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658078605269947786-2440002616127648924?l=tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/feeds/2440002616127648924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658078605269947786&amp;postID=2440002616127648924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2440002616127648924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658078605269947786/posts/default/2440002616127648924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tresamigasrunning.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-did-it.html' title='I did it.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09161263962904624986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CR1GC756kew/SpDOHS8fDiI/AAAAAAAAM0M/m87i7636U-Q/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
