<?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-4904859710576676337</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:39:09.914-08:00</updated><category term='stretch and strengthen'/><category term='introduction'/><title type='text'>A Girl's Half Marathon Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-4477715013071672625</id><published>2009-03-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:28:38.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Updated Playlist</title><content type='html'>Now that I am back on the running wagon, I am updating my playlist.  I always like to get ideas from what other people are listening to, so it's only fair that I share mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If U Seek Amy - Britney&lt;br /&gt;Last Name - Carrie Underwood (old favorites die hard)&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Gettin' Better - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;If I Ever Leave This World Alive - Flogging Molly&lt;br /&gt;My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson (she's back, baby!)&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive Black Hole - Muse&lt;br /&gt;I Dare You - Shinedown&lt;br /&gt;Love Story - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let Me Stop You - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;4 Minutes - Justin Timberlake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-4477715013071672625?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4477715013071672625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=4477715013071672625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/4477715013071672625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/4477715013071672625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/updated-playlist.html' title='An Updated Playlist'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-4434689192199228848</id><published>2009-03-30T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:22:54.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaack....</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am still alive.  Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a break from running and, accordingly, my running blog, after a particularly rough 5k on Valentine's Day.  During that race I managed to get lost on the poorly marked course, have my Nike+ bite the dust, and lose my favorite headband.  I hated every minute of that race, and I decided to take a break from running to evaluate whether I wanted to keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time I tried to stay in shape.  I picked up hour long spinning classes at my gym and bought the 30 Day Shred workout DVD (which kicks my ass, by the way).  All this was (and is) fine and dandy, but I've started to miss my runs - especially the long runs on Sunday afternoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm baaaack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I signed up for my first half-marathon.  (July 12th!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-4434689192199228848?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4434689192199228848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=4434689192199228848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/4434689192199228848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/4434689192199228848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaack....'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-9093736348844614720</id><published>2009-02-17T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:29:12.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Shoe Debacle</title><content type='html'>Last summer when I first started running, I wore a random pair of New Balance shoes that I had sitting around the house.  They were awful.  My feet got really hot (and, consequently, stinky) and the shoes rubbed at a spot on my right ankle which left me with blood dripping down my foot after each run.  So, on the advice of, well, everyone, I decided to go to a local specialty store and be fitted for running shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my town has a couple of different running stores.  I picked the one I was most familiar with and went for it.  The guy who helped me looked at my feet, looked at my shoes, and talked to me about my running habits (where, when, how far, etc).  He brought me out several pairs of shoes and eventually, I ended up with the Mizuno Waveriders - a neutral shoe.  They were great.  From the start they were comfortable and supportive.  I was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the beginning of February.  I noticed that my knees were aching after runs, even relatively short runs.  While trying to figure out what the problem was, I realized my shoes were probably shot.  I had been using them consistently for 8 months or so and it was time to replace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment of disloyalty to my original choice of running store, I dragged my husband out to the newer, shinier running store with the "video gait analysis" - designed to find your perfect shoe.  My first clue that this was not going to end well should have been the fact that the employee assisting me looked to be about 12 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child looked at my arches and then had me run barefoot on a treadmill while he recorded my exploits.  After reviewing the video in slow motion, he told me I was a moderate to severe &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-240-319-327-7727-0,00.html"&gt;overpronator&lt;/a&gt;.  Accordingly, my "special helper" brought me several pairs of shoes to try on, all of which felt like bricks strapped to my feet, especially after wearing the Mizunos for the last several months.  Eventually, I decided to go with the Asics Kayano because it felt the least brick-like of the shoes I tried on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They.were.Terrible.  Yes, capital T terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went out on a run in them, I ended up with a huge blister on my left foot and a lot of tightness in the right ankle.  The tightness in my ankle stuck around for the next run, joined my pain in my left knee.  By the third run, I realized the shoes were forcing me to run on the outside edge of my right foot, which in turn was forcing my left knee to bear all the weight on my runs.  The ball of my right foot was barely even touching the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the store has a pretty liberal return policy so I was able to get a full refund when I took the shoes back.  My next step is to go back to Store #1 and buy a new pair of Mizuno Waveriders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry my love.  I was wooed away by the fancy-schmancy "video gait analysis."  I've learned my lesson, and I won't stray again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-9093736348844614720?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9093736348844614720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=9093736348844614720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/9093736348844614720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/9093736348844614720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-shoe-debacle.html' title='The Great Shoe Debacle'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-2649853682078322258</id><published>2009-02-09T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:47:12.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still trucking along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SZA-q9yRfEI/AAAAAAAAADg/60DKTtFRyJQ/s1600-h/feb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SZA-q9yRfEI/AAAAAAAAADg/60DKTtFRyJQ/s320/feb7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300805669275925570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't had a chance to update recently, but here's what's been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I did a 1.5 mile run on Monday and a 4.5 mile run on Thursday.  I didn't intend for Monday's run to be so short, but I just wasn't feeling it, so I quit.  Probably not the best decision I could have made, but eh...whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the husband and I did our long run for the week - 7 miles.  It took us about an hour and 15 minutes, not including the 2 or so minute break we took to get some water and suck down a gel.  Actually, the husband had a gel.  I thought I would give the strawberry Shot Bloks another go.  They still tasted good, and I didn't get stomach cramps this time.  BUT I actually felt slower after I ate them...like I had just eaten a heavy snack.  I just don't think these are for me - I guess I'm sticking with the gels for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In non-running news, the light box arrived on Thursday.  And, of course, the day it arrived was the start of a heat wave here - the temperature has been in the 60s ever since with plenty of sun.  I've still been trying to use it regularly because I know that by the end of this week it will be cold and nasty again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest change I've noticed in myself since getting the light box is that it is easier to wake up in the morning.  I'm not dragging myself out of bed after hitting the snooze button 7 times - trying not to cry because I am so tired and don't want to go to school.  Now, the alarm goes off, I hit the snooze but then end up getting up before it has a chance to go off again.  If that's the only benefit I ever see from the box, it will have been worth the $120.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-2649853682078322258?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2649853682078322258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=2649853682078322258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2649853682078322258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2649853682078322258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-trucking-along.html' title='Still trucking along'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SZA-q9yRfEI/AAAAAAAAADg/60DKTtFRyJQ/s72-c/feb7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-2362829255700429964</id><published>2009-02-02T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:07:03.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look!  There, in the sky....</title><content type='html'>It's a bird.  It's a plane.  It's.....THE SUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the sun decided to pay us a little visit this weekend, and it was amazing.  Saturday it got up to 60 degrees here, so the husband and I decided to move our long run up a day to take advantage of the great weather.  We managed to get in 6 miles in an hour and 8 minutes.  The only stop for walking was when took a quick break around mile 3 to slug down a couple of Clif Shot Energy Gels.  I had the Strawberry flavor (which also has 25mg of caffeine) and the husband had Razz.  While the taste of the strawberry gel was nowhere near as good as the blocks, it wasn't bad.  Just different.  I washed the gel down with a couple of swigs of water and headed back out on to the trail.   (When I asked the husband what he thought of the Razz flavor, his response was, "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my experience with the shot blocks, I was waiting for the stomach cramps to begin.  Luckily, they never came.  And, the best part was that I could really tell a difference in my energy level during the last leg of my run.  I honestly felt like I could have kept running for another mile or two without much problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my excitement to get out on the trail and soak up the sun, there was one thing I overlooked.  The mud.  Once it started to warm up on Saturday morning, all of the ice and snow covering the trail started to melt, turning the trail into a swamp.  After about a mile, my shoe laces were so wet and dirty that they refused to stay tied.  It didn't matter if I tied them tighter or looser, double or single knotted, they were coming untied every quarter mile or so.  Eventually I just gave up and ran the last 2 miles with my shoes untied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what my shoes looked like when we got home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcIhHLu8LI/AAAAAAAAACs/DAYekKdFbBE/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcIhHLu8LI/AAAAAAAAACs/DAYekKdFbBE/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298212851581644978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for reference, the shoes are supposed to be white, not brown.  The mud also came through the tops of the shoes, leaving my socks looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcLKQBJSSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fcWnHRgQj1k/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcLKQBJSSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fcWnHRgQj1k/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298215757351045410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow the husband's shoes came through unscathed.  Hmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also popped in to a weight watchers meeting on Saturday morning.  I was down 1.8 pounds since my last meeting (two weeks ago) to 140.2 lbs., which means I have now officially lost all the weight I put on over the holidays.  Woo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-2362829255700429964?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2362829255700429964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=2362829255700429964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2362829255700429964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2362829255700429964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-there-in-sky.html' title='Look!  There, in the sky....'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcIhHLu8LI/AAAAAAAAACs/DAYekKdFbBE/s72-c/IMG_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-8700721064410246906</id><published>2009-01-29T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:55:52.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bought It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYJ6M_B30kI/AAAAAAAAACk/302RoDU7IL4/s1600-h/light+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYJ6M_B30kI/AAAAAAAAACk/302RoDU7IL4/s320/light+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296930475237429826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just waiting for it to arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-8700721064410246906?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8700721064410246906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=8700721064410246906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/8700721064410246906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/8700721064410246906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/bought-it.html' title='Bought It.'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYJ6M_B30kI/AAAAAAAAACk/302RoDU7IL4/s72-c/light+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-5414711590612169841</id><published>2009-01-29T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:36:06.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thwarted (TMI Alert)</title><content type='html'>Today was set to be a 4 miler.  I had about 1.5 hours between classes, so I ran over to our student rec center and hopped on the treadmill.  Things were going along pretty well when, at around mile 1.5, I started burping.  Salmon.  While I enjoyed the grilled salmon sandwich I had for lunch, I didn't necessarily enjoy tasting it over and over again during my run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, around 2 miles my stomach started rumbling.  By 2.25 miles I had one of those "Oh my God.  I have to go to the bathroom.  Now." moments.  (If you run somewhat regularly, you probably know what I am talking about.)  I stopped the treadmill and walked (rather quickly) to the closest restroom.  It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;packed &lt;/span&gt;with undergrads who were changing clothes, despite the huge signs everywhere that say not to use the bathroom as a locker room.  This is a tiny bathroom - two stalls and a small area with a sink - and there had to be at least 6 girls in there.  I gave them my best exasperated look and went downstairs to the locker room to use the restroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back upstairs I noticed something that I had overlooked in my rush to get to the bathroom - there was a line to use the treadmills.  Damn you New Years Resolutioners!!  After all this, I didn't have time to wait in line, finish my last 1.75 miles, take a shower and then make it to my class on time.  So, I admitted that the universe - or at least salmon, undergrads, and school - was aligned against me and gave up.  I stretched, took a shower and headed back to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-5414711590612169841?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5414711590612169841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=5414711590612169841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5414711590612169841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5414711590612169841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/thwarted-tmi-alert.html' title='Thwarted (TMI Alert)'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-2038178460186967177</id><published>2009-01-27T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:27:38.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Check In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SX_CiEHQ20I/AAAAAAAAACc/5qnueQZ244o/s1600-h/jan27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SX_CiEHQ20I/AAAAAAAAACc/5qnueQZ244o/s320/jan27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296165577286540098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Day 3 in Week&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Target&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;23&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Food&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Points&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Count&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;PB Toast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;1c Strawberries&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;4 Mile Run&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;23&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Jimmy John's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mountain Dew&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vegetarian Chili w/LF Cheese&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ritz Crackers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Skinny Cow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-2038178460186967177?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2038178460186967177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=2038178460186967177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2038178460186967177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2038178460186967177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-check-in.html' title='A Quick Check In'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SX_CiEHQ20I/AAAAAAAAACc/5qnueQZ244o/s72-c/jan27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-8197751086300926999</id><published>2009-01-26T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:38:24.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:75;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the scale giveaway on &lt;a href="http://ronisweigh.com/"&gt;Roni’s Weight Loss Blog&lt;/a&gt;! I can win an &lt;a href="http://www.eatsmartproducts.com/products.php"&gt;Affordable Food Scale from Eat Smart&lt;/a&gt; and so can you! &lt;a href="http://ronisweigh.com/2009/01/food-scale-giveaway.html"&gt;Click here for contest details&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-8197751086300926999?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8197751086300926999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=8197751086300926999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/8197751086300926999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/8197751086300926999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-contest.html' title='Another Contest'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-8705505804304791968</id><published>2009-01-26T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:08:10.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't. Get. Warm.</title><content type='html'>Today's high: 17 degrees.  Sleet?  Check.  Snow? Check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's high: 15 degrees.  More Sleet? Check.  More Snow? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's this cold, I just can't get warm, especially my feet.  It doesn't matter how many sweatshirts or pairs of socks I put on, I am always cold.  The only thing I can do to warm up is to hop in the shower for a few minutes and let the warm water and steam work their magic.  However, lots of showers + cold, dry air = super dry skin.  Agh!  It's a never ending cycle of pain and frustration.  Plus, using so much hot water makes my already enormous gas bill even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I didn't make it out for a run today.  However, Mondays are usually a day of rest for me, so no big deal.  When it's this cold, making it out of the house is a victory in itself - and that I did do.  I make no promises for tomorrow though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it looks like light boxes run about $100-$150.  On the one hand, that's expensive for my broke-can't find a job in this economy-law student self.  On the other, my sanity is invaluable.  I'm still considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Day 2 in Week&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Target&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;23&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Food&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Points&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Count&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;PB&amp;amp;J w/4oz. milk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Apple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thai&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tacos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;More PB&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely dipped into my 35 "extra" points today, but that's okay.  Overall, I was happy with my food choices today.  Lots of fresh vegetables (bell peppers, mushrooms, and lettuce in the thai and tomatoes in the tacos) and lean proteins (chicken in the thai and soy crumbles in the tacos).  And lots of peanut butter.  Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-8705505804304791968?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8705505804304791968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=8705505804304791968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/8705505804304791968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/8705505804304791968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-get-warm.html' title='Can&apos;t. Get. Warm.'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-7501647426781557606</id><published>2009-01-25T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:02:52.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's points</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://ronisweigh.com/"&gt;Roni&lt;/a&gt; for creating this daily food journal generator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Day 1 in Week&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Target&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;23&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Food&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Points&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Count&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kashi Waffles w/strawberries and light syrup&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Turkey sandwich with LF provolone cheese&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dill pickle slice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;2 mile run&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;16&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hot chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Apple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/05/crockpot-pineapple-chicken-recipe.html"&gt;Pineapple chicken w/brown rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Weight watchers cookie sundae&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Homemade pomegranate soda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;22&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new Weight Watchers week today, and I went a whole day without dipping into my 35 "extra" points.  It has been a long time since I have done that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note: I edited the pineapple chicken recipe and added a red bell pepper and 1/3 of an onion.  Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-7501647426781557606?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7501647426781557606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=7501647426781557606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/7501647426781557606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/7501647426781557606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-points.html' title='Today&apos;s points'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-1688151862278243443</id><published>2009-01-25T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:46:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling</title><content type='html'>I'm struggling.  Struggling with the weather; struggling with classes; struggling with my food choices; and struggling with my runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year the weather is always difficult for me.  When the highest temperature all week long is 24 degrees and there is little to no sunshine for weeks on end, I want to hibernate.  I want to stay in my pajama pants and sweatshirt all day, watching Roseanne episodes and eating salt and vinegar potato chips while surrounded by my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to read for classes and I don't want to lace up my Mizunos and go for a run.  I don't want to count points or really do much of anything.  Maybe read a good book.  Between naps, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the more salt and vinegar chips I eat, the less I want to do anything.  And when I don't do anything, I want to eat more chips.  It's a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any doubt about how much I hate this weather, let me give you a snippet of the conversation I had with my husband yesterday afternoon as we were watching the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Weatherman (that bastard): It's going to be another cold one this week.  Sunday's high is   20 degrees with a 30% chance of snow.  The high on Monday will be about the same with a 60% chance of ice and sleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Me: I hate this.  I hate it.  I hate it.  I'm so sick of this cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Weatherman (still a bastard): By the end of the week, however, we will get above freezing and should see highs in the upper 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Me: Shut up you idiot.  The high 30s is not warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Husband: (Laughing) It's not his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              (Silly, silly husband.  Don't you know better than to mess with me in the middle of January by now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Me: (Dissolving into tears)  I know, but I hate him anyway.  He's stupid, and he's got stupid hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes.  I know that in some parts of the country, a high in the thirties would be a godsend.  However, I do not live in those parts of the country.  I do not want to live in those parts of the country.  If I lived in those parts of the country, I might become suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is my long winded way of saying that I ate a bunch of junk this week and only managed to get one run in during the week (4 miles).  This is also why I have about 400 pages of reading to do for my afternoon class tomorrow but didn't start until this afternoon...and why the bag of salt and vinegar chips I bought on Tuesday afternoon was gone by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, today was a good day and I managed to eat relatively well and got in a short run.  After deciding I couldn't bear the treadmill for another day, I layered up and ran 2 miles in my neighborhood.  Not exactly where I am supposed to be in my half-marathon training, but at least I left the house.  Baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Running off to check on the price of sun lamps.***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-1688151862278243443?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1688151862278243443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=1688151862278243443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/1688151862278243443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/1688151862278243443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/struggling.html' title='Struggling'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-7623000669119063455</id><published>2009-01-21T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:08:22.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking Points</title><content type='html'>Today's points (so far):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bowl of oatmeal made with a tbsp of PB2:  +2 Points&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew (I know, I know): +3 points&lt;br /&gt;Apple: +1 point&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom Melt Sandwich (guesstimate): +10 points&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Veggies w/Olive Oil: +2 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Mile Run: -4 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-7623000669119063455?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7623000669119063455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=7623000669119063455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/7623000669119063455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/7623000669119063455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/tracking-points.html' title='Tracking Points'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-1860196325043583598</id><published>2009-01-20T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:31:59.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Luna Sport Moons</title><content type='html'>Today after class I was starving.  (This was probably because I made the oh-so-smart decision to eat knock off pop-tarts for breakfast.)  Usually I keep some type of snack around so that at times like these I don't go crazy with hunger and decide that McDonalds sounds like a good idea.  (It never is.)  So, today I started digging around in my bag for one of my go-to snacks (usually a Fiber One bar or a banana) but came up with nothing.  That's when I started digging in my gym bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to come up with a pack of Luna Sport Moons that were watermelon flavored.  Granted, not the greatest snack, but it was something and by this time I was desperate.  However, once I took a bite of the first "moon" I realized I was not desperate enough to eat these!  They were disgusting.  I didn't even bother to take a second one out of the package.  Instead I threw the whole thing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I wasn't testing these out during a long run like I had intended, I can tell you that if I had tried them during a run I would not have felt any more energized - because I would not have been able to force myself to eat enough to make any sort of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SXZsl1MiNvI/AAAAAAAAACU/GPIb9IIRlpY/s1600-h/51dg3WhCs5L._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SXZsl1MiNvI/AAAAAAAAACU/GPIb9IIRlpY/s320/51dg3WhCs5L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293537809211209458" 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/4904859710576676337-1860196325043583598?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1860196325043583598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=1860196325043583598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/1860196325043583598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/1860196325043583598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/review-luna-sport-moons.html' title='Review: Luna Sport Moons'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SXZsl1MiNvI/AAAAAAAAACU/GPIb9IIRlpY/s72-c/51dg3WhCs5L._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-7893379295864096552</id><published>2009-01-20T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:16:54.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Funk</title><content type='html'>I went to a Weight Watchers meeting last Saturday.  I was up .8 to 142 lbs exactly.  That means I gained less than a pound over the holidays.  Good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that since that meeting, my eating has been out of control.  I've been eating out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;too much, which hurts not only on the scale but my pocket book, too.  For example, today I had Fiber One Toaster Pastries for breakfast: 7 points.  (I know there is nothing good or natural about a pop-tart knock off, even if it has 35% of your daily fiber, so spare me the lecture.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I met up with the husband and had a grilled turkey sandwich.  (Sounds healthy-ish right?  Don't be fooled.  The turkey was topped with full fat cheese and honey mustard dressing and served on a pretzel roll.)  I also had french fries.  Points: only God knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I fell asleep on my couch watching the inauguration festivities and when I woke up I was ravenous.  The result?  Half a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips - gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, I skipped out on my run this morning to watch the inauguration and haven't summoned the energy to go out in the cold and get it done.  Now it is late and dark and the Biggest Loser is on in 45 minutes, so I'm going to go ahead and call today a bust - at least on the running front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get out of this funk, so I'm setting a goal for myself to track points for the remainder of this week.  Maybe it will be enough to counter all the crap eating I've done in the last three days.  I really just hope it will give me back some control and motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-7893379295864096552?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7893379295864096552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=7893379295864096552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/7893379295864096552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/7893379295864096552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-funk.html' title='In a Funk'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-3259190616499259389</id><published>2009-01-18T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:39:39.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession: I (Sometimes) Hate Running</title><content type='html'>Usually I don't hate running.  Most days I actually like it.  However, there have been a handful of times in the last year that I have absolutely despised running.  During these moments of pure, unadulterated hatred, it seems like there is a little HalfGirl devil over my right shoulder.  She taunts me about how tired/cold/hungry/sick I feel and reminds me in a sing-song voice of all the other great things I could be doing like sleeping or eating pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually DHG (Devil HalfGirl) stays out of my way, especially during races and only shows up on those days that I am especially worn out or just bored with my routine.  However, during this morning's 5k race, DHG made herself right at home on my shoulder, only waiting 2 minutes into my run to start her incessent taunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's cold.  Your lungs are killing you.  This hill is a killer.  So is this one.  So is this one.  And this hill too.  Wow...you're only halfway done and you had to stop and walk up that last hill.  You could be in bed right now.  Or at IHOP eating pancakes.  Oh, here's another hill.  You probably won't make it up that one either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went.  In all I stopped to power walk about 3 or 4 times, for 5-10 seconds each.  That, of course, is my trend.  If I let myself stop to walk just once, I feel like I "have" to stop again and again.  DHG did have a point about the hills though.  This race had more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very steep &lt;/span&gt;hills than any of the other races I have run before.  In fact, the first 3/4  miles was nothing but one huge ass hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the giant hills and the reminders of how I could be stuffing myself full of pancakes instead of running 25 degree weather, I finished in 30 minutes 46 seconds.  That was 4 seconds faster than my last 5k, back in October, which gives me a new personal record. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ETA: I came in 11th out of 19 females in my age group and  86th overall (out of 155 finishers).  The average time for the race was 31:16, so at least I was better than average.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I WILL get my time below 30 minutes by April, which is the next 5k that I am planning to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a screenshot of my run from Nike+.  The spots where DHG were loudest should be quite obvious.  (I also forgot to "end my workout" after I crossed the finish line, which accounts for the huge dip at the end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SXORVbXyZtI/AAAAAAAAABM/GsVrE6pW5AE/s1600-h/Resolution+Run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SXORVbXyZtI/AAAAAAAAABM/GsVrE6pW5AE/s320/Resolution+Run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292733784401274578" 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/4904859710576676337-3259190616499259389?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3259190616499259389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=3259190616499259389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/3259190616499259389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/3259190616499259389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/confession-i-sometimes-hate-running.html' title='Confession: I (Sometimes) Hate Running'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SXORVbXyZtI/AAAAAAAAABM/GsVrE6pW5AE/s72-c/Resolution+Run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-6436425964671000469</id><published>2009-01-13T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:37:22.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Miles! And a Product Review</title><content type='html'>6 Miles!!  That's right, I ran 6 miles yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted it wasn't pretty - afterward my face was beet-red and I had to stop and walk for a bit right around the 4.5 mile mark, but I picked it up and finished the last 1.25 miles strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am running for just around an hour on "long run" days (yesterday's 6 miles took me 1 hour and 6 minutes), I've decided to start experimenting with energy gels and chews.  So yesterday, about 3 miles in to my run, I had some strawberry Clif Shot Blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SWzAii6mirI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sO9y6DtJgsQ/s1600-h/cbstaw_medium.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SWzAii6mirI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sO9y6DtJgsQ/s320/cbstaw_medium.jpg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290815361974176434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I had heard some nasty stuff about energy gels and chews, which made me quite wary of trying them.  In fact, one day at our local running store I heard a kid exclaim, "Gross!  These taste like fishing bait!"  after trying some shot blocks.  (No, I didn't ask him how he knew what fishing bait tasted like, although I wish I had.)  However, I have to say I was pleasantly surprised by the taste.  They were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.  In fact, they were so good that I ended up eating the whole bag, instead of the 3 pieces I had originally planned on.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued on to my final 3 miles I kept waiting to feel more energized.  Or, at the very least, not like I was about to die.  It didn't happen.  In fact, my stomach starting cramping up a bit around 4 miles, which is ultimately why I ended up walking for a bit.  I'm not sure if the cramps were related to the shot blocks or not (it could very well have been just that my body was unhappy that I was increasing my mileage).  Looking back on my run, I also realized that I probably didn't follow the shot blocks with enough water.  This could also be the source of the cramping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In event, I'll probably try them again sometime and see what happens if I drink more water (and only eat half the bag).  In the very least, they deserve another shot because they are so yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-6436425964671000469?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6436425964671000469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=6436425964671000469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/6436425964671000469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/6436425964671000469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-miles-and-product-review.html' title='6 Miles! And a Product Review'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SWzAii6mirI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sO9y6DtJgsQ/s72-c/cbstaw_medium.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-965451460645940499</id><published>2009-01-06T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:42:14.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Miles</title><content type='html'>Just a short update:  During my break from class, I went to the gym and got in 4 miles.  I'm not sure why, but it was a GREAT four miles.  I never had that "I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;have X miles left" despair feeling.  Instead I kept thinking to myself, "Wow.  I feel great.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; have X miles to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem was that I forgot my iPod, so I wasn't able to update my Nike+ stats...which also means I am going to fall behind in the challenges I have signed up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to studying.  I'm have to be ready to stand up and yell "Objection!" at 8:30 tomorrow morning, so I better get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-965451460645940499?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/965451460645940499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=965451460645940499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/965451460645940499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/965451460645940499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-miles.html' title='4 Miles'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-5019647585960439220</id><published>2009-01-04T17:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:43:46.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Miles!</title><content type='html'>I can now officially say that I can run for at least 5 miles at a time!  I've done it twice now, so I know the first time wasn't a fluke.  (I know my Nike + stats say I only did 4.5 miles, but I spent half a mile calibrating my system, since I hadn't done that in a while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eating front, I have been doing so-so.  I have been tracking everything I've been eating this week, but I am already out of my weekly points "bank" and I still have several more days to go this week.  In any event, I'm not going to make it to a weigh-in this week because I am taking an intercession class which runs for about 12 hours a day.  By the time I get out of class, all of the Weight Watchers meetings in my area are over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biggest Loser starts this week!  I'm afraid I'll have to miss the first episode due to the aforementioned class (boo), but hopefully NBC will post it online.  (We're broke and behind in the times, so no DVR for us.)  I really wish they would do a Biggest Loser reunion show and bring back all the finalists.  I'd love to see them all now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-5019647585960439220?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5019647585960439220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=5019647585960439220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5019647585960439220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5019647585960439220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-miles.html' title='5 Miles!'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-2188589614220515135</id><published>2009-01-02T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:34:37.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My Mini!</title><content type='html'>I have a Nike + system, but I only use it about 1/2 the time.  I don't know why, I guess because I just forget.  To remind me to use it more often, I've added my stats and my "mini" to the sidebar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-2188589614220515135?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2188589614220515135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=2188589614220515135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2188589614220515135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2188589614220515135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-out-my-mini.html' title='Check Out My Mini!'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-5868965150231415546</id><published>2009-01-01T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:04:51.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Today I am not running.  Instead I am at home with what one might call a "dehydration headache"  and recovering from a night that involved an entire bottle of passion fruit flavored liqueur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my running/health related goals for 2009:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my weight down to 140.&lt;br /&gt;2. Run a half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;3. Run at least 5, 5k races and set a new personal record. &lt;br /&gt;4. Run at least 500 miles  over the course of the year.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-5868965150231415546?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5868965150231415546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=5868965150231415546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5868965150231415546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5868965150231415546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-5750300752559771880</id><published>2008-12-30T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:24:57.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Playlists</title><content type='html'>The "Running Mix" playlist on my iPod has 22 songs that play on shuffle mode.  Here are my top ten (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Circus, Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;2. Keeps Gettin' Better, Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;3. Bullet with Butterfly Wings, Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;4. 4 Minutes, Madonna w/Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;5. Over You, Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;6. Sex Type Thing, Stone Temple Pilots&lt;br /&gt;7. 7 Things, Miley Cyrus (I know, I know...she makes me want to vomit too.  The song's damn catchy though.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Best of You, Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;9. Last Name, Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;10. Supermassive Black Hole, Muse (Twilight fans will recognize this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a bonus: Favorite Cool Down Song - Gardenia, Mandy Moore (Mandy has become a completely different artist since her "Candy" days.  Thank God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, when I go on longer runs (3+ miles) I usually listen to podcasts.  Right now my favorite is NPR's "&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/waitwait/"&gt;Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me&lt;/a&gt;!"  That's where I found out about this gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5DR1oyr4g8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5DR1oyr4g8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?!?!?  Have fun getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; out of your head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-5750300752559771880?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5750300752559771880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=5750300752559771880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5750300752559771880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5750300752559771880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/running-playlists.html' title='Running Playlists'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-5436667385592955240</id><published>2008-12-30T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:08:26.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are what you eat</title><content type='html'>The phrase "you are what you eat" has always made me chuckle a little.  It brings to mind Violet from Willy Wonka ("Violet!  You're turning violet, Violet!") who turns into a blueberry after chewing Willy Wonka's experimental gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qG7_V1Lzy9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&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/qG7_V1Lzy9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, recently I have found that what I eat during the day (and especially right before a run) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;affects how a feel during my runs--even the shorter runs.  For example, yesterday afternoon I ate entirely too much leftover Christmas candy (hey, if you eat it all at least it's not in the house anymore).  A couple of hours later I went running and I felt like I was shuffling through sludge for the entire two miles.  Today I made an effort to eat less crap and more whole foods (I traded in the candy for a banana for my afternoon snack) and the entire 3.5 miles felt great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another two mile run, but the temperature is supposed to go back down into the low thirties.  My plan is to brave the weather and run outside anyway.  We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-5436667385592955240?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5436667385592955240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=5436667385592955240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5436667385592955240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5436667385592955240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-are-what-you-eat.html' title='You are what you eat'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-3423229186503087937</id><published>2008-12-29T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:52:03.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell Off the Wagon</title><content type='html'>I fell off the wagon over Christmas.  I didn't run for an entire week and, while I started off tracking my points, once we left town to visit family, all bets were off, and I ate a LOT of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it and moving on.  Yesterday my husband and I took advantage of the nice weather (i.e. it was actually above 40 degrees) and went for a 3.5 mile run.  This week I should be starting week 4 of the &lt;a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/halfmarathon/novice.htm"&gt;Half Marathon Training&lt;/a&gt; program, which means today is a day of rest.  However, I am going to shake things up and go for a run today because the weather is supposed to be super nice out.  (50 degree high, here we come!)  I'll adjust accordingly.  Plus, I didn't really do a long run yesterday so I don't think I actually need a day of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping everyone had a great Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvMLfSQrHKE&amp;amp;hl=en&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/uvMLfSQrHKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/4904859710576676337-3423229186503087937?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3423229186503087937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=3423229186503087937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/3423229186503087937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/3423229186503087937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/fell-off-wagon.html' title='Fell Off the Wagon'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-2392236731194882796</id><published>2008-12-18T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:09:01.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!  (and food issues)</title><content type='html'>At last it is here,  the sweet smell of freedom.  Freedom from classes, note-taking, studying and tests...at least for the next two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last final this morning.  It was three and a half hours of pure torture.  When I was finished my mind was a mush of purchase-money security interests, priorities, and foreclosure sales; my body was physically weak; and I just wanted to get really drunk and/or cry and/or sleep.  I did none of those.  Instead I went to the mall to finish my Christmas shopping.  Not exactly relaxing, but it did get my mind off the test and on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I did not run today.  I've mixed this week up a bit due to my crazy finals schedule and the snow/ice storm that came in early in the week.  Yesterday I ran 3.5 miles.  It was a "eh" run.  Not spectacular, but not horrible either.  Tomorrow is supposed to be a rest day, but since I "rested" today I'm going to do today's run tomorrow.  I may end up doing this week over again, depending on how things go over the weekend.  Whatever.  I'm not in any particular rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (Friday) is my Weight Watchers meeting.  Unless I have gained 3 pounds in the last week -- God I hope not -- I will be under my goal weight and become a lifetime member.  Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem.  Ever since I made goal (145 lbs) I've had so much trouble staying motivated to track what I am eating.  This is a problem for two reasons: (1) I would still like to lose 5-10 more pounds to have a "cushion" before I am over my goal weight and, most importantly, (2) I do not want to end up where I was before I started Weight Watchers last May.  I'm afraid if I stop tracking I'll just slide down the slippery slope and back into my size 14 jeans.  As it is I have gained (small amounts of) weight the last two weeks.  I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow starts a fresh "Weight Watchers week" for me -- new points tracker, WPA turn over, etc.  I AM going to track all next week, even during Christmas.  I'll report back on my progress to keep myself honest.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-2392236731194882796?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2392236731194882796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=2392236731194882796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2392236731194882796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/2392236731194882796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/freedom-and-food-issues.html' title='Freedom!  (and food issues)'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-795470755849404849</id><published>2008-12-16T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:18:25.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me Father...</title><content type='html'>...but I have sinned.  It has been two days since my last run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was an "stretch and strengthen" day, so no run.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up, put on my gym clothes, packed up my study materials, and left the house.  After slipping and sliding on the ice and snow on the ground and hearing on the radio that it was only supposed to get worse throughout the day, I turned my car back around and came home.  While I was looking forward to the run, the weather was just too awful to chance an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Biggest Loser...(spoiler alert)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky lost!!  Wooo Hooo!! (Notice I don't particularly care who won, as long as it wasn't her. )&lt;br /&gt;As she was walking out on stage, I said to my husband, "I hope she falls."  Lo and behold, she just about bit it.  Hilarious!  (I know I am really bad person.  I'm over it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset that Heba won the $100,000.  I was really hoping that Amy would take it.  They both looked amazing.  BUT, who let Heba out in that dress that clearly did not allow for a bra?!?!  Goo!  Once she came out in her weigh-in outfit the problem was remedied (probably because she was wearing a bra), thank God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to hear that another season of the Biggest Loser is starting up again relatively soon.  I'll be sure to watch...as long as it doesn't conflict with Lost, which is also starting up soon.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-795470755849404849?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/795470755849404849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=795470755849404849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/795470755849404849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/795470755849404849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/forgive-me-father.html' title='Forgive Me Father...'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-5934748758685761097</id><published>2008-12-15T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:45:52.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, Hot, Hot</title><content type='html'>Okay, hot might be too strong of a word, but yesterday felt (almost) like summer (er, fall?) here.  I woke up around 8:30, let my dogs outside and noticed that I was not freezing my ass off.  It was 50 degrees outside! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly woke my husband up and begged him to go out on the trail with me.  The thought of running outdoors with scenery and fresh air was so alluring that he actually got out of bed and agreed to go!  It was a great 4 miles and afterwards we went to one of my favorite cafes for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the library...and studied...and studied some more.  By the time I left, the temperature had dropped to 18 degrees and there was an ice storm rolling in.  The ice made for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; adventure this morning as I struggled to get to my 8:30 am final. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I finally start increasing my mileage.  Unfortunately, it will have to be on the treadmill, as the ice only supposed to get worse tonight.  Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-5934748758685761097?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5934748758685761097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=5934748758685761097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5934748758685761097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5934748758685761097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot, Hot, Hot'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-5779253861582441718</id><published>2008-12-12T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:50:53.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>After my horrible run on Tuesday I took Wednesday off.  Partially because I was feeling lazy and tired from hours and hours of reading all about secured transactions, but mostly because I was worried that I am getting sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two months ago, I started coughing a lot.  All the time.  People were glaring at me in the library.  About a week after the coughing started, I went to the doctor.  She told me I had pneumonia and gave me some antibiotics.  The antibiotics made me sick to my stomach.  So I spent several more days coughing and vomiting.  Great fun.  I got the nausea under control and started to feel better.  After I had been feeling better for about a week, I tried to run.  Bad idea.  The coughing came back with a vengeance, and my doctor made me swear off running until I was completely better.  Getting completely better took two and a half more weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really just started back running shortly before starting this blog, after having been sidelined for about a month.  In the past week or so I have been coughing a little more than usual and have been extremely tired.  Maybe it's just the stress of finals, but I am trying to take it easy just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was feeling up to things, so I ran 3 miles.  Compared to Tuesday it was a breeze.  My heart rate was a little higher than I would have liked, but other than that it was a good run.  Today is a day of rest, so I won't be hitting the gym.  Instead I will be holed up in the library with my textbooks.  Super.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-5779253861582441718?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5779253861582441718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=5779253861582441718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5779253861582441718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5779253861582441718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-413199008813422226</id><published>2008-12-09T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:37:14.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>As I am spending more time in the gym, I notice more things that get under my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's annoyance: people who hold on to the top of the treadmill with a death grip so they can run/walk faster or at a higher incline.  If you are going so fast that you cannot keep yourself on the treadmill without holding on, you are going too fast.  It's okay to slow down.  You are not getting a full workout and you are putting your body at risk for injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's annoyance: hairballs in the shower.  Vomit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-413199008813422226?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/413199008813422226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=413199008813422226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/413199008813422226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/413199008813422226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/gym-pet-peeves.html' title='Gym Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-507777155972711807</id><published>2008-12-09T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:28:05.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh.</title><content type='html'>Bleh.  Bleh.  Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up my run today.  It was awful.  Terrible.  Painful even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was set to run 3 miles. The entire run my heart rate was way too high, even though I slowed down and made an effort to slow down my breathing, and I was just waiting for the run to end.  Usually by mile 2 I am feeling pretty good and have the mind set of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;one mile left!  Woo hoo!  And then I kick up my speed at the end.  Today, my mind was saying "Oh my God.  I still have a whole mile to go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I gave up.  I figured that if things weren't getting better 2 miles in, it wasn't worth it.  I hit the shower and spent the afternoon studying for finals.  Tomorrow is just a 2 miler, so hopefully it will be easy and a nice boost to my confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-507777155972711807?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/507777155972711807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=507777155972711807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/507777155972711807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/507777155972711807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/bleh.html' title='Bleh.'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-4782189958947113327</id><published>2008-12-07T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:47:18.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>Locked in the library, studying for finals.  That's where. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief run down of the last couple of days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Friday: rest.  Actually it wasn't that restful because we had a company Christmas party to attend.  Always nice to watch a bunch of your husband's coworkers get drunk and try to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Saturday: 30 minutes cross-training.  I tried our gym's new &lt;a href="http://www.expresso.net/UserPortal/welcome.do"&gt;Expresso&lt;/a&gt; bikes.  They're sort of like a cross between Wii Fit and Spinning Class.  It was a lot of fun and I think I will try it out again on another cross-training day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sunday (today): 4 mile run.  Note to self: do not down a 20 oz Mountain Dew and a bag of Reese's Pieces an hour before your long run.  It does not matter that you can barely keep your eyes open to study for your finals.  You will not feel more awake and your stomach will hurt during your run.  Despite feeling horrible the entire time, I made it through the 4 miles in about 42 minutes.  (I had to stop and walk for a couple of minutes to make sure my Reese's didn't come back up all over the treadmill.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was running, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban was on the TV right in front of me.  I got so into to watching that when the Whomping Willow started hitting Harry and Hermione I ducked...and almost fell off the treadmill.  If anyone noticed, they weren't laughing too hard at me, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvPQ5Pf7MV8&amp;amp;hl=en&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/NvPQ5Pf7MV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/4904859710576676337-4782189958947113327?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4782189958947113327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=4782189958947113327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/4782189958947113327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/4782189958947113327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been?'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-4910652789420256372</id><published>2008-12-04T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:14:47.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 3 miles down!</title><content type='html'>Today was a three mile run + strength day, so I hopped on the treadmill for about 35 minutes and got in my three miles.  I still haven't done the strength part, but I think I will save that for my Wii Fit this evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last couple of runs, I have been making a real effort to clear my mind and to only focus on my breathing.  Sort of like meditation or yoga mixed with running.  It has (at least) two great benefits: (1) I'm not checking the stats on the treadmill or my Nike Plus every 2 minutes out of boredom and (2) I feel mentally refreshed, which is  great because finals are quickly approaching and I need all the brain power I can muster.  I also found a free video on iTunes U called "The Zen of Running" which explores "the relationship between physical activity and thought."  I've downloaded it and am interested to see what it says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Weight Watchers is unveiling a new plan called the "Momentum Plan."  I'm not exactly sure what it entails, but, as far as I can tell, it is similar to the Flex Plan (which I have been doing since May of this year) with more of an emphasis on whole, natural foods.  It sounds good, but I am wary of change, especially since I am just a couple of weeks away from making lifetime.  We'll see.  Hopefully we will be talking about it at my meeting tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-4910652789420256372?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4910652789420256372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=4910652789420256372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/4910652789420256372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/4910652789420256372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-3-miles-down.html' title='Another 3 miles down!'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-7683485566360482548</id><published>2008-12-03T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:47:06.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Two Miles</title><content type='html'>This morning I did a quick and easy two miles on the treadmill.   I was in and out of the gym in 25 minutes (2 ten minute miles and a few minutes for warm-up and cool down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, not so long ago, that the idea of running for two straight miles made me ill.  Heck, about 5 months ago I couldn't even run for 8 minutes at a time.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded the title track to the new Britney Spears album last night, "Circus."  (Yes, Brit Brit is one of my guilty pleasures.)  Best. Running. Song. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.phobos.apple.com/us/r1000/022/Music/d5/b2/60/mzi.doisfoll.170x170-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://a1.phobos.apple.com/us/r1000/022/Music/d5/b2/60/mzi.doisfoll.170x170-75.jpg" alt="" 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/4904859710576676337-7683485566360482548?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7683485566360482548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=7683485566360482548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/7683485566360482548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/7683485566360482548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-two-miles.html' title='A Quick Two Miles'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-3880300908009799170</id><published>2008-12-02T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:49:28.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>If you despise Vicky as much as I do, click &lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/3994492/10822908"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-3880300908009799170?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3880300908009799170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=3880300908009799170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/3880300908009799170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/3880300908009799170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/biggest-loser.html' title='The Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-6793644882099497371</id><published>2008-12-02T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:46:50.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Miles</title><content type='html'>Well, D2/W1 was a success...mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had a big day on the career/school front, I knew I would have to get my run in early this morning.  BUT, when my alarm clock began chirping at me at 6:30 this morning I apparently hit snooze twice, because when I finally got out of bed I was running behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lugged my suit and gym bag and book bag across campus in the freezing cold, threw on my gym shorts and running shoes and hit the treadmill .  (I already had a shirt on, don't worry.)  My plan was to do a relatively slow, easy jog since I haven't been running as much in the last couple of weeks.  So, I set the speed for 5.5 mph.  Oh. My. God.  I felt like I was going to die, and my heart rate (per my Polar Heart Rate Monitor) was up around 185. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about half a mile I slowed down to 5 mph.  Then, a bit later, to 4.7 mph.  That was bearable.  About a mile in I glanced at the treadmill next to me.  Even though my speed was set at 4.7 mph, I was running quite a bit faster than the girl running next to me, who had her speed set at 6.0 mph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, I hopped off my treadmill and on to another.  I set the speed for 5.5 and cruised through the last two miles.  Tomorrow's 2 miler should be a breeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-6793644882099497371?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6793644882099497371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=6793644882099497371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/6793644882099497371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/6793644882099497371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-miles.html' title='3 Miles'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-5335972473381808978</id><published>2008-12-01T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:03:22.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Roni's Weigh is one of my must-read blogs.  Today she announced an exciting, new contest.  Check it out below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;p&gt;I entered &lt;a href="http://ronisweigh.com/2008/12/mary-lous-weigh-platform.html"&gt;the Mary Lou's Weigh Platform Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://ronisweigh.com/"&gt;Roni’s Weight Loss Blog&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-5335972473381808978?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5335972473381808978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=5335972473381808978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5335972473381808978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/5335972473381808978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest.html' title='A Contest'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904859710576676337.post-474252834480479801</id><published>2008-12-01T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:55:52.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stretch and strengthen'/><title type='text'>First Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About six months ago I decided I was tired of being fat.  Mind you, I was not morbidly obese, but at 5'6" tall and 170 lbs. I definitely fit into the "overweight" category.  So, in May of 2008 I walked into my first Weight Watchers meeting.  Six months later I am still walking into Weight Watchers meetings every week, but now I walk in 25 pounds lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now met my Weight Watchers goal weight of 145 lbs., but would like to lose about 10 more pounds.  More importantly, I've begun setting new, non-weight related goals for myself.  In September I ran my first 5k race after doing the &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;Couch to 5k&lt;/a&gt; Program and in October I ran another 5k.  I've decided to push myself to train for a half-marathon using Hal Higdon's &lt;a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/halfmarathon/novice.htm"&gt;Half Marathon Training Program&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...follow along as I attempt to run 13.1 miles and stay focused on a healthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, day 1/week 1 (D1W1), was a "stretch and strengthen" day.  When I got to the gym this morning the crowd at the weight machines was insane.  (Everyone must be attempting to work off all of the turkey they ate for Thanksgiving.)  As a result, I stretched but did not strengthen.  Instead, I did 25 minutes on the elliptical machine.  I think that in the future I might spend "stretch and strengthen" days at home with a strength training DVD.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4904859710576676337-474252834480479801?l=girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/474252834480479801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4904859710576676337&amp;postID=474252834480479801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/474252834480479801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4904859710576676337/posts/default/474252834480479801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlshalfmarathonblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-post.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>Half Blog Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03719131184208410426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI9GJA4_C-Q/SYcN0wF5LvI/AAAAAAAAADI/R797Q_P4NL4/S220/IMG_0086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
