<?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-5101213520629450914</id><updated>2012-02-22T15:29:20.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's what moves me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6674995888335002178</id><published>2012-02-15T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T12:07:39.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report: Valentine's Day 5K Date Dash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday morning I had 10 miles scheduled, instead I ran a 5K.&amp;nbsp; Pretty good trade, wouldn't you say?&amp;nbsp; But to help keep my mileage up, I went out before the race and ran 4 miles at a 10 min/mile pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This was my very first race that I ran completely alone.&amp;nbsp; I've run other races by myself, but my husband has always been with me at the start and finish line.&amp;nbsp; Saturday morning, he didn't want to take a 15 month old out in the cold so they stayed home and I went all by my lonesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I got to the start line about 10 minutes before the start and stood around by myself sizing up my competition.&amp;nbsp; I had my eyes on a couple of ladies - but it turns out I didn't need to worry about most of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The race started and I wasn't as close to the front as I had wanted, so for the first mile I was picking off people left and right.&amp;nbsp; That kind of a start gets me pumped, but also kind of freaks me out because I think that I might be going too fast and maybe these people know how to pace themselves better than I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Either way, I kept pushing.&amp;nbsp; Mile two brought a small incline and a water stop (who stops for water in a 5K?), where I had my eyes on a redheaded guy in front of me.&amp;nbsp; He stopped for water and I was able to ALMOST catch him before he started again... also, I had tried a new flavor of GU before the race.&amp;nbsp; It wanted to come back up at the end of this mile.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why I even tried the Espresso flavor - I hate anything and everything coffee flavored/scented.&amp;nbsp; So I was gagging even before I put it in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mile three was winding through neighborhoods and lots of turns which doesn't let you see how many people are in front of you, which is good and bad.&amp;nbsp; The redhead was slowing down and as I pulled up next to him I told him that we couldn't let those two girls in pink bet us in!&amp;nbsp; (I had been gaining on those two in pink for the whole race and now in the last half mile they started to pull away from me.)&amp;nbsp; Luckily, Red wasn't upset at me for talking to him, but was glad for the extra motivation and we ended up running the last half mile together.&amp;nbsp; I even told him to kick it up a notch at the end so that he didn't get beat by a girl, and he did.&amp;nbsp; He beat me by 2 seconds at the finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I really wished that I had remembered what my 5K PR was when I went into this race - I finished in 24:40, which was 2 seconds slower than my current PR.&amp;nbsp; BAH!&amp;nbsp; Why did I waste breath talking to Red??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I ended up finishing as the 9th woman overall and second in my age group.&amp;nbsp; Another medal for me!&amp;nbsp; YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This is the first race in a series put on by my city, and you get points for how well you place in each race.&amp;nbsp; Because I finished in the top 10, I get 50 points... and after my first race of the season, I came home totally pumped about running and racing and trying to plan out the rest of the race series around my other races that I've already signed up for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It was a really good race, and I loved that it was so close and easy to get to/pick up my packet.&amp;nbsp; (I was able to grab my packet before my 4 mile run the morning of the race.)&amp;nbsp; And I made a new friend in Red (but why the heck didn't I ask him his name?) who chatted with me until they gave out medals.&amp;nbsp; He was telling me about his disgustingly huge omelettes that he makes on Saturdays that have 12-15 eggs in them.&amp;nbsp; YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Next race in the series is on St. Patrick's Day and I'm supposed to run 12 miles that day... I don't know how I will work that yet.&amp;nbsp; But I need a new PR, so I'll figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufcomQwu_1I/Tzv_9iuTZqI/AAAAAAAABnk/O54ISgiw8Fg/s1600/iPhone+Pictures+176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufcomQwu_1I/Tzv_9iuTZqI/AAAAAAAABnk/O54ISgiw8Fg/s640/iPhone+Pictures+176.jpg" width="480" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6674995888335002178?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6674995888335002178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6674995888335002178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6674995888335002178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6674995888335002178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2012/02/race-report-valentines-day-5k-date-dash.html' title='Race Report: Valentine&apos;s Day 5K Date Dash'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufcomQwu_1I/Tzv_9iuTZqI/AAAAAAAABnk/O54ISgiw8Fg/s72-c/iPhone+Pictures+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-7474456795145975474</id><published>2012-02-06T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:28:36.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Where I Talk About a Training Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday morning I went for a 7 mile run along part of&amp;nbsp;my upcoming half marathon's course.&amp;nbsp; We started before the sun was up and the first couple of miles were CHILLY (in the 20s), but then we hit a nice hill and that helped to get me warm about half way up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;At the turnaround point my running partner pointed out a couple of young bucks.&amp;nbsp; So I pulled off my phone and tried to get a picture.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately the camera lens fogged up after I pulled it off my arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--c7OW2MCAcw/TzAZ_M5quKI/AAAAAAAABnM/XtLJQG-mKi8/s1600/iPhone+Pictures+159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--c7OW2MCAcw/TzAZ_M5quKI/AAAAAAAABnM/XtLJQG-mKi8/s640/iPhone+Pictures+159.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Crystal clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I tried again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxrb7AJli6g/TzAahWBU2HI/AAAAAAAABnU/tbiLcK06GFI/s1600/iPhone+Pictures+160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxrb7AJli6g/TzAahWBU2HI/AAAAAAAABnU/tbiLcK06GFI/s640/iPhone+Pictures+160.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Overall, it was a great training run with an average pace of 10 min/mile.&amp;nbsp; Nothing too fancy, but there was a hill (twice) and some walking.﻿&amp;nbsp; But its good to be able to get out on to part of the course and see what you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-7474456795145975474?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7474456795145975474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=7474456795145975474&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7474456795145975474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7474456795145975474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-where-i-talk-about-training-run.html' title='A Post Where I Talk About a Training Run'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--c7OW2MCAcw/TzAZ_M5quKI/AAAAAAAABnM/XtLJQG-mKi8/s72-c/iPhone+Pictures+159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4645343579994161590</id><published>2012-02-02T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:37:53.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Lost the Baby Weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hi, my name is Whitney and I really like food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;... ... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A couple of months ago, I started a weight loss "competition" with my family.&amp;nbsp; And as of today I have lost 5 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I know it doesn't sound like much, but it's a pretty big deal to me.&amp;nbsp; I am now officially 2 lbs lighter that I was when I got pregnant in 2010 (almost exactly two years ago).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"They" say that when you get pregnant, it takes 9 months to put the weight on, and 9 months to get it off.&amp;nbsp; But for me it was more like 9 months + 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Let me tell you something again: I really like food.&amp;nbsp; And not the food that is good for me (although, yes I guess I like some of that stuff).&amp;nbsp; But I really like candy.&amp;nbsp; And cookies.&amp;nbsp; And brownies.&amp;nbsp; And Doritos.&amp;nbsp; And Mexican Coke.&amp;nbsp; And candy.&amp;nbsp; And chocolate.&amp;nbsp; And candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I have a couple of tools that I want to share that have helped me lose the weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;First: &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My Fitness Pal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Do you know this free app?&amp;nbsp; Do you have it?&amp;nbsp; Do you use it?&amp;nbsp; Because it's AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; It is so easy (for me) to use.&amp;nbsp; I always have my phone with me (sidenote: I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; have a smartphone), so any time that I eat ANYTHING I enter it into my app.&amp;nbsp; And it has this great barcode scanner as part of the app, so it makes adding food super easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Also, it tracks your exercise and you "earn" more calories when you workout.&amp;nbsp; So it's extra motivation for me to workout, since I like to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Get this.&amp;nbsp; Use it.&amp;nbsp; Add friends &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(like me, &lt;em&gt;luckyduckywb&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Love it.&amp;nbsp; Lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Second: The&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.nike.com/nikewomen/features/howitworks?locale=en_US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nike Training Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;app.&amp;nbsp; This one is geared&amp;nbsp;for women, but that doesn't mean guys can't use it too!&amp;nbsp; In fact, maybe that's more of a plus for the guys, because they have pictures and video of how to do all of the moves, and the girls are mostly in shorts and sports bras.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, this is super convenient when the weather is bad, or when my husband isn't home and Katie doesn't want to nap after I get home from work, because for a lot of the workouts you don't even need weights.&amp;nbsp; It's your own little personal trainer that counts down until the next move and then beeps and tells you what to do next.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; And so do my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And yes, I'm also running.&amp;nbsp; I'm training for a half marathon at the end of March, but when I started the family "competition" I wasn't doing any running, so these two apps helped me lose weight during the holidays.&amp;nbsp; And that is a major WIN in my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And maybe my clothes still fit the same (for the most part), but I feel different in them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Yes, I still have a muffin top, but that is just more motivation to keep working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It's my birthday on Monday.&amp;nbsp; And as a reward for my weight loss, I bought myself two pairs of running shoes.&amp;nbsp; Yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4645343579994161590?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4645343579994161590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4645343579994161590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4645343579994161590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4645343579994161590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-finally-lost-baby-weight.html' title='I Finally Lost the Baby Weight'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4118455052753493435</id><published>2012-01-28T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:26:55.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Race Report: Freeze Your Thorns Off 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello blogging world!&amp;nbsp; I haven't posted in 2 months - did you even notice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;...yeah... I didn't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I've been running anyway!&amp;nbsp; And this morning I ran 6 miles while it was 21º outside.&amp;nbsp; Not as&amp;nbsp;cold as some, but colder I'm sure than you wusses in California and Arizona.&amp;nbsp; And while I didn't freeze any "thorns" off...&amp;nbsp;I did think at one point that my chin and neck were going to freeze off, along with my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With an average pace in the first 3.1 miles of 9:32 my "finish time" was 29:37.&amp;nbsp; And then I ran 3 more miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And that, in a very small nutshell, is my race report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember how I have a little girl?&amp;nbsp; She's 15 months old now. And she likes to eat broccoli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTSQmJk9Ak4/TyRLJYaOesI/AAAAAAAABm8/Aj6GhdpELCg/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTSQmJk9Ak4/TyRLJYaOesI/AAAAAAAABm8/Aj6GhdpELCg/s640/IMG_0223.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4118455052753493435?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4118455052753493435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4118455052753493435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4118455052753493435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4118455052753493435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2012/01/virtual-race-report-freeze-your-thorns.html' title='Virtual Race Report: Freeze Your Thorns Off 5K'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTSQmJk9Ak4/TyRLJYaOesI/AAAAAAAABm8/Aj6GhdpELCg/s72-c/IMG_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-7585907280492750912</id><published>2011-11-21T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:13:16.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report: Holiday Heros 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I ran a 5K on Saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A snow storm came in during the night and left about 3 inches of snow on the ground in the morning.&amp;nbsp; So needless to say, my husband was NOT excited about running this race with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But being the good man that he is and not wanting to disappoint his wife on&amp;nbsp;our anniversary (7 years!), he got all layered up and promised to pace me to a new PR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And pace me he did.&amp;nbsp; A whopping 32 seconds faster per MILE than my previous best 5K time.&amp;nbsp; And he even let me beat him at the finish line by .3 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A new PR of 24:38 - 7:55/mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Which is fast.&amp;nbsp; For me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;AND!&amp;nbsp; For the first (and I'm sure ONLY) time - I won my age group!!!!&amp;nbsp; And Tyson won his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We're pretty much rockstars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYghsJ8lX28/TsqvbpZTcfI/AAAAAAAABhw/u0vNaC0_Xyo/s1600/P1030353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYghsJ8lX28/TsqvbpZTcfI/AAAAAAAABhw/u0vNaC0_Xyo/s640/P1030353.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have to say - I'm pretty much in love with this race and plan to do it next year.&amp;nbsp; Not just because I did so well.&amp;nbsp; And not because it only cost $10.&amp;nbsp; And not because of how close it is to us.&amp;nbsp; All of those things were awesome.&amp;nbsp; But the best part was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PohD6LywypM/Tsqv6WQTHbI/AAAAAAAABh4/bJ1P9LF07_U/s1600/P1030351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PohD6LywypM/Tsqv6WQTHbI/AAAAAAAABh4/bJ1P9LF07_U/s640/P1030351.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-7585907280492750912?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7585907280492750912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=7585907280492750912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7585907280492750912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7585907280492750912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/11/race-report-holiday-heros-5k.html' title='Race Report: Holiday Heros 5K'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYghsJ8lX28/TsqvbpZTcfI/AAAAAAAABhw/u0vNaC0_Xyo/s72-c/P1030353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-5743031535890939413</id><published>2011-11-07T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:32:39.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report: Just Cuz Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was 20º.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We started almost a half an hour late trying to get everyone up to the start line.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There was a flash mob just before the gun went off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;There was ice on the road for the first three and a half miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I almost fell a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I was dressed as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szt2ZkLSGDs/TriipW3dkQI/AAAAAAAABfc/n_4ZWoOMYTs/s1600/412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szt2ZkLSGDs/TriipW3dkQI/AAAAAAAABfc/n_4ZWoOMYTs/s640/412.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I finished in 2:05:45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-5743031535890939413?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5743031535890939413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=5743031535890939413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5743031535890939413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5743031535890939413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/11/race-report-just-cuz-half-marathon.html' title='Race Report: Just Cuz Half Marathon'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szt2ZkLSGDs/TriipW3dkQI/AAAAAAAABfc/n_4ZWoOMYTs/s72-c/412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-70978674840599589</id><published>2011-11-04T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:21:09.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Die Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hypothermia.&amp;nbsp; That's what it will be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dressed as a mutant turtle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzFXvqnuqPA/TrQ6cA7dU0I/AAAAAAAABfU/S0cjALQXkJE/s1600/freezing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzFXvqnuqPA/TrQ6cA7dU0I/AAAAAAAABfU/S0cjALQXkJE/s1600/freezing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-70978674840599589?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/70978674840599589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=70978674840599589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/70978674840599589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/70978674840599589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-i-die-tomorrow.html' title='If I Die Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzFXvqnuqPA/TrQ6cA7dU0I/AAAAAAAABfU/S0cjALQXkJE/s72-c/freezing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6423526123373854640</id><published>2011-11-03T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:42:40.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes Katie&amp;nbsp;doesn't love having her picture taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7k1jzE3CVSc/TrK1Bb184II/AAAAAAAABe8/9l5gMqG01yc/s1600/KH040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7k1jzE3CVSc/TrK1Bb184II/AAAAAAAABe8/9l5gMqG01yc/s640/KH040.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Sometimes she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2Fq9J7UoPA/TrK1_zT9RrI/AAAAAAAABfE/5j8QmmFDSnE/s1600/KH048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r2Fq9J7UoPA/TrK1_zT9RrI/AAAAAAAABfE/5j8QmmFDSnE/s640/KH048.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3. And sometimes... I think she's up to something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cvwO-4ZN0M/TrK2Sye5pWI/AAAAAAAABfM/mUaATP78LaQ/s1600/KH034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cvwO-4ZN0M/TrK2Sye5pWI/AAAAAAAABfM/mUaATP78LaQ/s640/KH034.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6423526123373854640?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6423526123373854640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6423526123373854640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6423526123373854640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6423526123373854640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/11/three-things-thursday.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7k1jzE3CVSc/TrK1Bb184II/AAAAAAAABe8/9l5gMqG01yc/s72-c/KH040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-162665533144741111</id><published>2011-10-27T11:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:12:14.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Ideas Lead to Vacation Bragging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I get great ideas for things to blog about.&amp;nbsp; I'll think about it as I'm driving home from work or getting ready for the day or when I'm out running errands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And then I forget.&amp;nbsp; I forget what the heck I thought was such a good idea for a new post... and then here I am after a week of no new blog posts... and I'm staring at the screen willing that forgotten idea to come back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, until I get another great idea - that I will promptly forget - I'll talk about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://itravelmags.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/hawaii-big-island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" id="il_fi" src="http://itravelmags.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/hawaii-big-island.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Currently I'm debating on signing up for a half marathon that will be 2 weeks after I get home from a 10 day trip to Hawaii.&amp;nbsp; Which means that I would need to log 2 long runs (10-12 miles), plus normal training while on vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;That's a lot of running that would take time away from the beach and swimming with turtles and dolphins and I don't know if I can commit to it.&amp;nbsp; It would be a great way to see the island, but - 2 runs that are 2 hours long probably won't fly with the husband that will be taking care of an 18 month old, plus the other people that we are going with, who would be waiting around for me to finish my run before we could go anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Have you trained for a race while on vacation?&amp;nbsp; Would you do it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-162665533144741111?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/162665533144741111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=162665533144741111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/162665533144741111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/162665533144741111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/10/forgotten-ideas-lead-to-vacation.html' title='Forgotten Ideas Lead to Vacation Bragging'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3543696547523021863</id><published>2011-10-20T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:37:44.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; That half marathon on Saturday could have gone better.&amp;nbsp; It was mostly a downhill course and by mile 9 my IT band was very unhappy... so I hobbled the rest of the way in.&amp;nbsp; I have another half marathon the first Saturday in November - and the first 8 miles are downhill... so... I guess my knee won't like that either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty much a horrible blogger these days.&amp;nbsp; I don't have the time that I used to with job changes (and a cute little girl to spend all of my extra time with).&amp;nbsp; It's kind of embarrassing that I have this blog... and I don't ever talk about running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Happy 1st Birthday to my pride and joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oM6eCRRfB8g/TqA9QHSKG6I/AAAAAAAABdU/WnDCdrovlfY/s1600/KH001_9smaller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oM6eCRRfB8g/TqA9QHSKG6I/AAAAAAAABdU/WnDCdrovlfY/s640/KH001_9smaller.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1y0eOrpFxFE/TqBAE6-y6DI/AAAAAAAABds/OYUV4d5MPoE/s640/KH001.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3543696547523021863?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3543696547523021863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3543696547523021863&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3543696547523021863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3543696547523021863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-things-thursday.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oM6eCRRfB8g/TqA9QHSKG6I/AAAAAAAABdU/WnDCdrovlfY/s72-c/KH001_9smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-8343412275587648796</id><published>2011-10-18T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:35:15.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report: Sojo Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKuI78cq_3c/TpuiNUKDSEI/AAAAAAAABak/0bkdN7t9qvw/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKuI78cq_3c/TpuiNUKDSEI/AAAAAAAABak/0bkdN7t9qvw/s640/IMG_1709.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4O_GCr5dJE/TpuieSbL4TI/AAAAAAAABas/YoTqZCWoDlM/s1600/IMG_1736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4O_GCr5dJE/TpuieSbL4TI/AAAAAAAABas/YoTqZCWoDlM/s640/IMG_1736.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tws6fY_OikE/TpuirC9lfzI/AAAAAAAABa0/2b9nQ1t_ZnY/s1600/IMG_1758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tws6fY_OikE/TpuirC9lfzI/AAAAAAAABa0/2b9nQ1t_ZnY/s640/IMG_1758.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;2:07:51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-8343412275587648796?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8343412275587648796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=8343412275587648796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8343412275587648796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8343412275587648796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/10/race-report-sojo-half-marathon.html' title='Race Report: Sojo Half Marathon'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKuI78cq_3c/TpuiNUKDSEI/AAAAAAAABak/0bkdN7t9qvw/s72-c/IMG_1709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-5545471350906216334</id><published>2011-10-04T10:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:37:37.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflammation or Stress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My foot hurts.&amp;nbsp; And from the self diagnosis that I am doing from the internet, it is most likely&amp;nbsp;one of two things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sportsinjuryclinic.net/cybertherapist/front/foot/extensor_tendons.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Extensor Tendinitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; - which is inflammation of the tendon that runs along the top of your foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-za05aIfWFHQ/Tos0WSGlkNI/AAAAAAAABaM/huXV1KqYuds/s1600/180inflamation_extensor_tendons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-za05aIfWFHQ/Tos0WSGlkNI/AAAAAAAABaM/huXV1KqYuds/s1600/180inflamation_extensor_tendons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or, it's a stress fracture.﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So... I have a race in less than two weeks.&amp;nbsp; What is your expert opinion that I should do? (Not that I can guarantee that I will listen - I've paid money and I don't like wasting it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Try to get in to a doctor right away (which kind of a doctor?&amp;nbsp; Sports?)?&amp;nbsp; Rest and cross-train all week and see how this weekend's 6 mile goes?&amp;nbsp; Pop lots of ibuprofen?&amp;nbsp; Try tying my shoes differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Here is where the pain is located:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7I46v7EDMVk/Tos115fvqBI/AAAAAAAABaQ/d1QwAyhaPXY/s1600/180inflamation_extensor_tendons-me.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7I46v7EDMVk/Tos115fvqBI/AAAAAAAABaQ/d1QwAyhaPXY/s1600/180inflamation_extensor_tendons-me.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It doesn't hurt all of the time... it feels like a bruise, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Any advise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-5545471350906216334?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5545471350906216334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=5545471350906216334&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5545471350906216334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5545471350906216334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/10/inflammation-or-stress.html' title='Inflammation or Stress?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-za05aIfWFHQ/Tos0WSGlkNI/AAAAAAAABaM/huXV1KqYuds/s72-c/180inflamation_extensor_tendons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-346846018189899887</id><published>2011-09-23T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:23:06.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report: The Dirty Dash 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAsz8feIjOk/TnzAFSE76MI/AAAAAAAABZ4/DyZmfthf2eU/s1600/DD12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAsz8feIjOk/TnzAFSE76MI/AAAAAAAABZ4/DyZmfthf2eU/s640/DD12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My race report?&amp;nbsp; It.Was.Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-346846018189899887?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/346846018189899887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=346846018189899887&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/346846018189899887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/346846018189899887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/09/race-report-dirty-dash-10k.html' title='Race Report: The Dirty Dash 10K'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSR15L2FYvY/Tny_hzuQ4kI/AAAAAAAABZg/QMnXQ5AzOas/s72-c/DD01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4736391930639319879</id><published>2011-09-10T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T15:17:06.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barf, Mud and Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So that &lt;a href="http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-plans.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5 mile race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I did on Labor Day?&amp;nbsp; I finished in 44 minutes and then immediately walked over to the closest bushes and barfed.&amp;nbsp; It was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Next week I'm doing my very first mud run.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.thedirtydash.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The Dirty Dash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; A 10K course of mud and obstacles.&amp;nbsp; Its going to be &lt;em&gt;so much fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In other news, my "baby" took her first steps last night.&amp;nbsp; And I burst into tears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEh1q3aAjFk/TmvTOiyEWbI/AAAAAAAABZI/IU9QRocQWbI/s1600/IMG_1074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEh1q3aAjFk/TmvTOiyEWbI/AAAAAAAABZI/IU9QRocQWbI/s640/IMG_1074.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4736391930639319879?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4736391930639319879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4736391930639319879&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4736391930639319879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4736391930639319879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/09/barf-mud-and-tears.html' title='Barf, Mud and Tears'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEh1q3aAjFk/TmvTOiyEWbI/AAAAAAAABZI/IU9QRocQWbI/s72-c/IMG_1074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4050615512373410505</id><published>2011-09-02T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:49:45.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love signing up for races last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I will have an automatic PR on Monday morning.&amp;nbsp; I'm running a 5 mile race, that they are cleverly calling a "&lt;a href="http://www.templesteeplechase.com/race-info.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;steeplechase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to wax religious for the next few sentences.&amp;nbsp; Prepare yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;South Jordan, Utah is the only city in the world to have TWO &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/temples?lang=eng"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;temples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So the run is from one temple to the other.&amp;nbsp; And the money is donated to a fund that gives &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; members around the world the &lt;a href="http://www.ldsphilanthropies.org/temple/funds/temple-patrons-fund.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;opportunity to travel to their closest temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;End religious waxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nine miles on&amp;nbsp;deck for tomorrow morning.&amp;nbsp; It's my husband's birthday and he is finally getting more than the local channels installed today and plans to spend all day tomorrow in front of the TV, so I have to get the run out of the way early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I think I'm already regretting this decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4050615512373410505?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4050615512373410505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4050615512373410505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4050615512373410505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4050615512373410505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-8998148420278575475</id><published>2011-08-30T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:00:59.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dread{mill}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me start by saying how much I love having a treadmill in my basement.&amp;nbsp; I love getting home from work, putting Katie down for a nap and then heading down to get in some exercise while she is asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I have a very hard time running on a treadmill.&amp;nbsp; Like, gasping for breath, staring at the numbers thinking, "I've only gone a mile??"&amp;nbsp; I am incapable of "zoning out" on the TV or a movie for more than 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; My eyes always wander back to display and I watch the numbers counting my mileage move in &lt;em&gt;super-slow-motion&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And I'm walking a LOT more often than I would on a normal run outdoors.&amp;nbsp; A LOT more.&amp;nbsp; It's quite ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Any tips or advice, would be appreciated.&amp;nbsp; I'm still getting some time in running, which is better than nothing, but MAN!&amp;nbsp; It is so hard for me.&amp;nbsp; Is it just going to take more time in until I'm used to it, or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-8998148420278575475?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8998148420278575475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=8998148420278575475&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8998148420278575475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8998148420278575475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/08/dreadmill.html' title='Dread{mill}'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-9125859108538728501</id><published>2011-08-23T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:41:55.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report: South Valley Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This pretty much sums up how I feel/felt about the race that I "ran" on Satuday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooi__gkhQfY/TlPt6q4Hq9I/AAAAAAAABX4/ABoBKjFK3UY/s1600/IMG_1265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooi__gkhQfY/TlPt6q4Hq9I/AAAAAAAABX4/ABoBKjFK3UY/s640/IMG_1265.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Poorest performance in a half since the first time I ran the distance.&amp;nbsp; 2:29:40 is the official time.&amp;nbsp; A good 20-30 minutes slower than I had hoped for/boasted about/planned on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The course was harder than I thought it would be. (3 miles up hill??)&amp;nbsp; It was hotter than I thought it would be... and around mile 9 I just kind of gave up, after being passed by the 2:10 pacer, the &lt;a href="http://ihaverun.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2:15 pacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the 2:20 pacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm not proud of it.&amp;nbsp; I'm embarrassed.&amp;nbsp; A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The race was gun timed and when the gun went off, I was still waiting to get in the Honey Bucket.&amp;nbsp; So I started out 1:30 behind everyone else and was running WAY too fast, trying to catch up to the &lt;a href="http://anotherdayanotherrun.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1:55 pacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I never even saw him.&amp;nbsp; The closest I got was the 2:05 pacer and I didn't stay in front of her for very long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;There are a lot more boring details that I could complain about and try to use as an excuse.&amp;nbsp; But the bottom line was that I wasn't prepared for the course and hadn't trained as well as I should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Adding to my embarrassment were&amp;nbsp;two great bloggers that waited and waited and waited around for me to finish for a photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4KYyej71eU/TlPzeAMtXXI/AAAAAAAABYA/B8DBBZWTf0E/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4KYyej71eU/TlPzeAMtXXI/AAAAAAAABYA/B8DBBZWTf0E/s640/IMG_1327.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be running with you in October, &lt;a href="http://anotherdayanotherrun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blaine&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; And &lt;a href="http://ihaverun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Candice&lt;/a&gt;, you are so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-9125859108538728501?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/9125859108538728501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=9125859108538728501&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9125859108538728501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9125859108538728501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/08/race-report-south-valley-half-marathon.html' title='Race Report: South Valley Half Marathon'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooi__gkhQfY/TlPt6q4Hq9I/AAAAAAAABX4/ABoBKjFK3UY/s72-c/IMG_1265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-7984171995923760555</id><published>2011-08-06T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:37:24.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't like blogging about running anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OK, that's not really true... but I feel weird blogging about running.&amp;nbsp; I mean, does anyone really care about my mid-week runs and how slow I went and what I felt like and how I saw this many runners and only one of them&amp;nbsp;acknowledged me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Does anyone really care about my long runs and how slowly I go and how many times I walked and how I tried a new flavor of GU and liked it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mostly I just want to talk about this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEXhhKjBaBA/Tj3PdsfBdoI/AAAAAAAABXY/wJ9nrP4WZ0k/s1600/P1020641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEXhhKjBaBA/Tj3PdsfBdoI/AAAAAAAABXY/wJ9nrP4WZ0k/s640/P1020641.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And I do... a lot... on my personal/family blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;... ... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I ran 12 miles this morning.&amp;nbsp; And it took me WAY too long.&amp;nbsp; Like, 30&amp;nbsp; minutes slower than what I had hoped to be running for the half marathon in two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Confidence boosting, wouldn't you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-7984171995923760555?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7984171995923760555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=7984171995923760555&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7984171995923760555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7984171995923760555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/08/heres-thing.html' title='Here&apos;s the Thing...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEXhhKjBaBA/Tj3PdsfBdoI/AAAAAAAABXY/wJ9nrP4WZ0k/s72-c/P1020641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-8275576099037517262</id><published>2011-07-15T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T11:53:30.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;10 miles on deck for tomorrow's long run.&amp;nbsp; My goal is only 3 walk/GU/water breaks.&amp;nbsp; Its going to be hot, so I'm going to try to get out even earlier than normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I issued a challange to my non-runner friends to run a half marathon with me on &lt;a href="http://www.sojomarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;October 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So far only one person has said that they would do it.&amp;nbsp; My thoughts are along the lines of if I bring only one person into running "how great shall be my joy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Right?&amp;nbsp; Isn't that the ultimate goal for all of us runners? To share our love of the sport and get our friends and loved ones and the fat&amp;nbsp;people of the world&amp;nbsp;out running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-8275576099037517262?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8275576099037517262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=8275576099037517262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8275576099037517262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8275576099037517262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/07/labor-of-love.html' title='Labor of Love'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-678777618270889845</id><published>2011-07-11T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:58:22.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsepower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I ran 8 miles on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; It was hot and I was sweaty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Changing gears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I grew up in a town that my boss lovingly refers to as "the armpit of Idaho".&amp;nbsp; And in that armpit, I rode horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I love horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We (being my parents and I) moved to Utah when I was 14 and about to start the 9th grade.&amp;nbsp; So in the last 12 years, the only time that I get to ride horses is when I pay an arm and a leg to go plodding along on a 20+ year old "trail horse" in places like, the Oregon Coast or Yellowstone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zeoMYwg3MMo/ThtQ2e6mfZI/AAAAAAAABVY/o6o63n9zY58/s1600/Bandon_091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zeoMYwg3MMo/ThtQ2e6mfZI/AAAAAAAABVY/o6o63n9zY58/s640/Bandon_091.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oregon Coast 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vBdDylWInU4/ThtRC1UuJxI/AAAAAAAABVc/9of7MCjxEok/s1600/P1000089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vBdDylWInU4/ThtRC1UuJxI/AAAAAAAABVc/9of7MCjxEok/s640/P1000089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yellowstone 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-aSggcOkSc/ThtSeIwmmSI/AAAAAAAABVg/yW68bjd2E5g/s1600/P1020564a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-aSggcOkSc/ThtSeIwmmSI/AAAAAAAABVg/yW68bjd2E5g/s640/P1020564a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Star Valley, WY 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the point that I'm getting to is that I got to go horseback riding last week.&amp;nbsp; At the same place where I had spent 9 of my first 14 years riding several times a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And Katie had her first horse ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EAOuQfQeV8/ThtTkZcWGjI/AAAAAAAABVk/maD1XZ6Olko/s1600/P1020575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EAOuQfQeV8/ThtTkZcWGjI/AAAAAAAABVk/maD1XZ6Olko/s640/P1020575.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And she loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5otktmXbOh4/ThtT0rWJuzI/AAAAAAAABVo/udNOfB9OjWM/s1600/P1020579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5otktmXbOh4/ThtT0rWJuzI/AAAAAAAABVo/udNOfB9OjWM/s640/P1020579.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Like Mother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7vFLyYgGoHs/ThtVJTNGM-I/AAAAAAAABVw/aPfPLgzLjQI/s1600/P1020566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7vFLyYgGoHs/ThtVJTNGM-I/AAAAAAAABVw/aPfPLgzLjQI/s640/P1020566.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Like Daughter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nn7U4kJc6N8/ThtU9IkEkOI/AAAAAAAABVs/o9-wMD8a8g8/s1600/IMG_0513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nn7U4kJc6N8/ThtU9IkEkOI/AAAAAAAABVs/o9-wMD8a8g8/s640/IMG_0513.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-678777618270889845?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/678777618270889845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=678777618270889845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/678777618270889845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/678777618270889845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/07/horsepower.html' title='Horsepower'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zeoMYwg3MMo/ThtQ2e6mfZI/AAAAAAAABVY/o6o63n9zY58/s72-c/Bandon_091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4685410708664550780</id><published>2011-07-04T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:01:23.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Riverton Country Mile 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I ran a 10K on Saturday morning (with my dad).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiOyERoKEXY/ThJF-7EDT5I/AAAAAAAABVI/G3LXsk6dGGM/s1600/P1040664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiOyERoKEXY/ThJF-7EDT5I/AAAAAAAABVI/G3LXsk6dGGM/s640/P1040664.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't do as good as I had hoped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In fact, I totally sucked (my slowest 10K yet!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1:01:07 (9:50 min/mi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;68th place overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;9th in women 25-29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4685410708664550780?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4685410708664550780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4685410708664550780&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4685410708664550780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4685410708664550780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/07/2011-riverton-country-mile-10k.html' title='2011 Riverton Country Mile 10K'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiOyERoKEXY/ThJF-7EDT5I/AAAAAAAABVI/G3LXsk6dGGM/s72-c/P1040664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-616883320132214581</id><published>2011-06-26T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:43:23.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorn Sweating + 5 Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The Boring Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hosted a &lt;a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/2011/06/sweat-your-thorns-off-5k-virtual-race.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;virtual 5K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for Saturday morning.&amp;nbsp; I had 8 miles to run and planned to "race" my 5K the last 3.1 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;One thing I've learned in my years of running is that things don't always&amp;nbsp;go according to&amp;nbsp;plan on race day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I finished my 8 miles in an hour and a half after stiff legging it to a gas station bathroom for three-quarters of a mile.&amp;nbsp; As I was using the facilities (I had a few minutes to ponder), I was trying to come up with a clever way to work it into my race report.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't getting much inspiration, so I got out (after peeling the toilet paper from my sweaty legs - you have to have a barrier, right?) and finished my run.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I developed a blister after 4 miles, so I had that to help me home too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know you always wanted to see a picture of my foot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_RIRTAwJLxw/TgemdpBmQPI/AAAAAAAABTk/oibzKTMbVSQ/s1600/P1020477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_RIRTAwJLxw/TgemdpBmQPI/AAAAAAAABTk/oibzKTMbVSQ/s640/P1020477.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So my plans to race home didn't work and I have to use my first three miles of my run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Finish time for the Sweat Your Thorns Off Virtual 5K: 29:36.&amp;nbsp; Pretty weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-616883320132214581?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/616883320132214581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=616883320132214581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/616883320132214581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/616883320132214581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/06/thorn-sweating-5-miles.html' title='Thorn Sweating + 5 Miles'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_RIRTAwJLxw/TgemdpBmQPI/AAAAAAAABTk/oibzKTMbVSQ/s72-c/P1020477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-8277301430317584894</id><published>2011-06-22T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:35:17.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monte Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Raise your hand if you love &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monte_Cristo_sandwich"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sandwiches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;*raises hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I made them on Father's Day for the hubby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(extra special note: I am NOT a food blogger and therefore have horrid pictures of the food that I make)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbVwOD0gMtA/TgJPipOSRsI/AAAAAAAABTY/PSwPSICzSC4/s1600/P1020422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbVwOD0gMtA/TgJPipOSRsI/AAAAAAAABTY/PSwPSICzSC4/s640/P1020422.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They were &lt;em&gt;OH SO DELICIOUS&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And easy.&amp;nbsp; And on diet - which made them even better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So this "diet" "thing" is going well so far.&amp;nbsp; Have I ever even told you what it is?&amp;nbsp; Its &lt;a href="http://www.absdiet.com/uof/absdiet/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The Abs Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Oh, but I'm not losing weight yet.&amp;nbsp; I'm gaining it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;For the moment, I'm okay with gaining.&amp;nbsp; I've been lifting weights for the last 2 weeks and am gaining back the muscle that I lost during my 6 months of lazing around after having Baby K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But if I'm still gaining by this time next week, I might have to freak out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You have all been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. I did "speedwork" last night.&amp;nbsp; And trying to do 400m repeats on anything other than a track is not easy or enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-8277301430317584894?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8277301430317584894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=8277301430317584894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8277301430317584894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8277301430317584894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/06/monte-cristo.html' title='Monte Cristo'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbVwOD0gMtA/TgJPipOSRsI/AAAAAAAABTY/PSwPSICzSC4/s72-c/P1020422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3967956320878800639</id><published>2011-06-20T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:38:47.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our diet plan allows us a cheat on one day per week.&amp;nbsp; We get to eat whatever we have been craving during our week long dieting... and boy, do I ever cheat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Getting back on the wagon is easier said than done the next day.&amp;nbsp; Week days are much easier to diet because I am working all day and don't have access to the temptations that call my name all weekend long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;... ... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I have a &lt;a href="http://www.southvalleyhalf.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;half marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in less than 9 weeks.&amp;nbsp; And I haven't been running.&amp;nbsp; That changes&amp;nbsp;TONIGHT.&amp;nbsp; I just printed off a &lt;a href="http://www2.furman.edu/sites/first/Documents/Your%20Better%20Half.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;training plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I, Whitney, do ever so solemnly promise to stick to until I cross that finish line on &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;August 20th&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And then I will start it right back up again for the &lt;a href="http://www.justcuzhalfmarathon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;next race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I have on &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;November 5&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have PR-crushing-dreams/plans for this race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;will be mine.&amp;nbsp; Oh yes, it will be mine.&amp;nbsp; (Name that movie.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3967956320878800639?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3967956320878800639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3967956320878800639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3967956320878800639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3967956320878800639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-wagon.html' title='On the Wagon'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-7881675874725175748</id><published>2011-06-16T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:17:20.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Op</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Katie's surgery went great and she did so well.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't get enough of her in her little gown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUBeHOUraYs/TfpWeTA8O0I/AAAAAAAABTE/jJNMn5NRgvg/s1600/P1020408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUBeHOUraYs/TfpWeTA8O0I/AAAAAAAABTE/jJNMn5NRgvg/s640/P1020408.JPG" t8="true" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;She quickly charmed all of the staff and had many friends on her way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YBOSN-_7U6Y/TfpWoXP_XxI/AAAAAAAABTI/YMwmwpXe3Y0/s1600/P1020410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YBOSN-_7U6Y/TfpWoXP_XxI/AAAAAAAABTI/YMwmwpXe3Y0/s640/P1020410.JPG" t8="true" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Diet related news - I had lost a pound, and then gained it back in 1.5 days stressing out about her surgery.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Yay&lt;/em&gt; for stress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-7881675874725175748?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7881675874725175748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=7881675874725175748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7881675874725175748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7881675874725175748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/06/post-op.html' title='Post-Op'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUBeHOUraYs/TfpWeTA8O0I/AAAAAAAABTE/jJNMn5NRgvg/s72-c/P1020408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-9085035536290308953</id><published>2011-06-13T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:10:14.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warm 3 Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I ran on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I thought I should share since this is my &lt;em&gt;running&lt;/em&gt; blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I suck at blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-9085035536290308953?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/9085035536290308953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=9085035536290308953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9085035536290308953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9085035536290308953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/06/warm-3-miles.html' title='A Warm 3 Miles'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-5633615925964598581</id><published>2011-06-09T16:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:03:51.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Powerfoods"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My diet consists of 12 groups of foods that I get to eat from 6 times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nuts (raw or dry roasted - no extras like salt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Beans (the musical fruit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Green vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Low-fat/fat-free dairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Instant oatmeal (plain-jane stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lean meats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Natural nut butters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whole grains (carbs = deliciousness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whey protein powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Berries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You can have other fruits and veggies and even juices too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So, you know... it's basically all of the "normal" healthy foods that you &lt;em&gt;SHOULD&lt;/em&gt; be eating, as opposed to refined flours and processed junk and greasy fast food and candy and soda (yes &lt;a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I call it soda - but I also grew up calling it pop).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Foods I can still eat on my diet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;peanut butter on toast (my go-to breakfast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecooknextdoor.blogspot.com/2011/01/faux-bran-muffins.html"&gt;Faux "Bran" Muffins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;chocolate milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And it's not like I CAN'T have sugar or refined flour... it just needs to be rarely.&amp;nbsp; I can live with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But it's only Day Three.&amp;nbsp; So far I don't feel like I'm missing anything... but we will see how I feel on Week Three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-5633615925964598581?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5633615925964598581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=5633615925964598581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5633615925964598581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5633615925964598581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/06/powerfoods.html' title='&quot;Powerfoods&quot;'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-985420432085781606</id><published>2011-06-08T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:33:00.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Letter Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have never, ever in my life been on a diet before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Until now.&amp;nbsp; Today is Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Can I check in here every week and let you know how I'm doing?&amp;nbsp; It's a 6 week plan and the goal at the end is a six-pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I have several pounds to lose and a half marathon to train (better) for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I also have a blog that I neglect.&amp;nbsp; Sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So here's a question - you couple of people that actually &lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt; my blog - do you want to know about my new diet program, or should I just keep it to myself and only write about&amp;nbsp;my (hopeful) weight loss&amp;nbsp;once a week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-985420432085781606?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/985420432085781606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=985420432085781606&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/985420432085781606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/985420432085781606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/06/four-letter-word.html' title='Four Letter Word'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-8130497048948156484</id><published>2011-05-23T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T10:22:48.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogden 1/2 Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my "I woke up at 3:30am" face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnuWv-IvQXk/TdqB-WKJ6WI/AAAAAAAABR0/gzg8-WSZFCk/s1600/P1040578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnuWv-IvQXk/TdqB-WKJ6WI/AAAAAAAABR0/gzg8-WSZFCk/s640/P1040578.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We had to wait about an hour up at the start line. (That's my brother-in-law messing with his ear buds.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--iaeh7jKghg/TdqCJo7YsnI/AAAAAAAABR4/NlzGtLHPHto/s1600/P1040580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--iaeh7jKghg/TdqCJo7YsnI/AAAAAAAABR4/NlzGtLHPHto/s640/P1040580.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I got to see Princess Leia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-emhjWjPvHK4/TdqCb-rko1I/AAAAAAAABR8/e6I57vf_-h4/s1600/P1040582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-emhjWjPvHK4/TdqCb-rko1I/AAAAAAAABR8/e6I57vf_-h4/s640/P1040582.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My dad took some video of us running (what is up with her weird form?). *WARNING - ALL VIDEO MAY MAKE YOU MOTION SICK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-83b3033814a192a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83b3033814a192a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332492859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66924A9905961ED77285913BBBC4621B878AB724.42436856EA95DA9F56E483C976E28C5AAC792679%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83b3033814a192a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_uCj3HDILtb5aJ_aEijpLVoab-k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83b3033814a192a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332492859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66924A9905961ED77285913BBBC4621B878AB724.42436856EA95DA9F56E483C976E28C5AAC792679%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83b3033814a192a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_uCj3HDILtb5aJ_aEijpLVoab-k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;More video - I was DONE.&amp;nbsp; This is just after Mile 11 (it makes me laugh.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I was walking (and weirdly, I might add)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a34eddc0b1edb682" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da34eddc0b1edb682%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332492859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8615CFB7052E003774ED95826EBF12F3F478FB02.5798BBF832EA9E1056766ACF1B101173C6F97961%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da34eddc0b1edb682%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbpuaIGjgiHXKNg6TGkMZjXhfzf4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da34eddc0b1edb682%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332492859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8615CFB7052E003774ED95826EBF12F3F478FB02.5798BBF832EA9E1056766ACF1B101173C6F97961%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da34eddc0b1edb682%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbpuaIGjgiHXKNg6TGkMZjXhfzf4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Less than a mile to go and -&amp;nbsp;oh man - am I huffing and puffing!&amp;nbsp; Feel free to make fun of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a5a9e92c5c506e30" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5a9e92c5c506e30%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332492859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5605A24DB98D357B05649AF15646D58E01F7CA50.839FD177FC1E21E068538196FA2ED701273C5B22%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5a9e92c5c506e30%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D56padUBdb4RMfRKINuMyX4LITpg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5a9e92c5c506e30%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332492859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5605A24DB98D357B05649AF15646D58E01F7CA50.839FD177FC1E21E068538196FA2ED701273C5B22%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5a9e92c5c506e30%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D56padUBdb4RMfRKINuMyX4LITpg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;They had horse statues all down the last 1/2 mile to the finish line.&amp;nbsp; I loved them... even if this picture says "I'm in pain!" (and yes, less than 2 minutes after saying, "Don't let me stop" I stopped.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuXEBUXyzqg/TdqEI9sOVyI/AAAAAAAABSE/ykEVj_Nwdz4/s1600/P1040599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuXEBUXyzqg/TdqEI9sOVyI/AAAAAAAABSE/ykEVj_Nwdz4/s640/P1040599.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Our support (my husband with Katie in our jogging stroller, my mom (trying to take pictures), my sister with her newborn and 2 year old in the stroller)).&amp;nbsp; And my dad saying -&amp;nbsp;Hey a&amp;nbsp;pep band!&amp;nbsp; I love pep bands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e39abea4069083c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e39abea4069083c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332492859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BAA240A2A547F636C2DA413151756EA455544FA.232B9FD76044EAA67D3157BD59740993EC102A6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e39abea4069083c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsQebUpkB89k6MnHzzCT8ETEc5FE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e39abea4069083c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332492859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BAA240A2A547F636C2DA413151756EA455544FA.232B9FD76044EAA67D3157BD59740993EC102A6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e39abea4069083c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsQebUpkB89k6MnHzzCT8ETEc5FE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And then we (that is to say, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;) tried to sprint in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And this is what the Garmin says I finished in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1jj_biN9WE/TdqDTabn6SI/AAAAAAAABSA/uv_xg9xinRc/s1600/P1040604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1jj_biN9WE/TdqDTabn6SI/AAAAAAAABSA/uv_xg9xinRc/s640/P1040604.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My offical chip time says 2:10:13.&amp;nbsp; So I beat my B Goal.&amp;nbsp; Hooray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't get a picture of me and my dad after the race.&amp;nbsp; We've run 7 races together and this was the first time that we FINISHED together.&amp;nbsp; (I may have begged him not to leave me.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The last 3 miles hurt and I really struggled.&amp;nbsp; My pace was all over the place during the race.&amp;nbsp; Anywhere from 8:40 to 11:20.&amp;nbsp; Plus some walking.&amp;nbsp; That's what you get for not training!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But I did it, and it's done and I hope that run it again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-8130497048948156484?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8130497048948156484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=8130497048948156484&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8130497048948156484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8130497048948156484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/05/ogden-12-marathon.html' title='Ogden 1/2 Marathon'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnuWv-IvQXk/TdqB-WKJ6WI/AAAAAAAABR0/gzg8-WSZFCk/s72-c/P1040578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-1440368212411049199</id><published>2011-05-20T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T12:27:15.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Antsy Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Normally, the day before a race I'm cool as a cucumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is not the case today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It could be because of the fact that I haven't run a half marathon in over a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It could be because the forecast is for rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It could be because I will have to wake up around 3am to get ready and drive over an hour to make it to the loading buses by 5:30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It could be because I have NOT trained well at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It could be because I don't know what I'm going to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It could be that I have to hurry through the race to drive another hour down to meet with an ear, nose and throat doctor to have my baby checked out so that she can get tubes (we've had 5 ear infections within the last 2 months).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going with&amp;nbsp;C) All of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But I'll be running as fast as I can make myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;GOALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A) Sub 2:04:15 for a new PR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;B) Sub 2:15:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;C) Finish in time to get Baby Girl to her appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I will tell you right now, it's going to be C.&amp;nbsp; And I'm okay with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-1440368212411049199?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1440368212411049199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=1440368212411049199&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1440368212411049199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1440368212411049199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/05/antsy-pants.html' title='Antsy Pants'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3657815790637518791</id><published>2011-05-18T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:48:28.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_U0ObObRjqU/TdQ-Z0p2R5I/AAAAAAAABRg/YNxgBbAcMf4/s1600/P1020333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_U0ObObRjqU/TdQ-Z0p2R5I/AAAAAAAABRg/YNxgBbAcMf4/s640/P1020333.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1wHT7SWKKc/TdQ-nODgl8I/AAAAAAAABRo/r6C05f67fFo/s1600/P1020337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1wHT7SWKKc/TdQ-nODgl8I/AAAAAAAABRo/r6C05f67fFo/s640/P1020337.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmwxPE1EIgI/TdQ-gZ6eCoI/AAAAAAAABRk/YN_FeDi_qFc/s1600/P1020341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmwxPE1EIgI/TdQ-gZ6eCoI/AAAAAAAABRk/YN_FeDi_qFc/s640/P1020341.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3657815790637518791?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3657815790637518791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3657815790637518791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3657815790637518791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3657815790637518791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_U0ObObRjqU/TdQ-Z0p2R5I/AAAAAAAABRg/YNxgBbAcMf4/s72-c/P1020333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3647964544903839634</id><published>2011-05-16T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:32:00.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I finally took Baby Girl with me on a run.&amp;nbsp; She fell asleep after 1.5 miles and I made it 6 miles before she woke up.&amp;nbsp; So my 9 miler turned into a 6.5, but that's okay.&amp;nbsp; I liked having her along and it was a new challenge figuring out how to run with the &lt;a href="http://www.bobgear.com/revolutionSE"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I was surprised at how much slower I was with it.&amp;nbsp; So those&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mile-posts.com/2011/05/double-running-stroller-mile-pr.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonder women that run sub 7 minute miles with a double&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are seriously AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the knee didn't bother me at all and I felt really good for the run (just slower... which was probably a good thing for me - I'll call it a taper).&amp;nbsp; Now I just need to get a run or two in tonight and tomorrow and I'll be ready (&lt;em&gt;but not really&lt;/em&gt;) for the race on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3647964544903839634?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3647964544903839634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3647964544903839634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3647964544903839634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3647964544903839634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/05/revolution.html' title='Revolution'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-548530996049410571</id><published>2011-05-10T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:11:59.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession time.&amp;nbsp; I don't train properly for races.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Case in point: Saturday's 10 mile run.&amp;nbsp; I ran 10 miles after not doing any running for a week.&amp;nbsp; The previous Saturday I had run only 3 miles.&amp;nbsp; On the treadmill.&amp;nbsp; I think that I didn't run during that week either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, what I'm getting to is that because I don't train like I should... I get a nice case of Runner's Knee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It's my own fault, so I'm trying not to complain.&amp;nbsp; And I'm planning to train better in the... 10 days... that I have before my race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm cool like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What's that?&amp;nbsp; You want to see another picture of my cutie pie?&amp;nbsp; You got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZcvfnRxRXY/TcmpputdrSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/vWKlFwJ49tQ/s1600/P1020324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZcvfnRxRXY/TcmpputdrSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/vWKlFwJ49tQ/s640/P1020324.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-548530996049410571?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/548530996049410571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=548530996049410571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/548530996049410571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/548530996049410571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/05/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZcvfnRxRXY/TcmpputdrSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/vWKlFwJ49tQ/s72-c/P1020324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-9034974853836287000</id><published>2011-05-06T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:08:12.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've got 10 miles on deck&amp;nbsp;for tomorrow's run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And here's a confession: I haven't run at all this week.&amp;nbsp; And last Saturday?&amp;nbsp; I only ran 3 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So... tomorrow is going to hurt.&amp;nbsp; And I can't say that I'm looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-9034974853836287000?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/9034974853836287000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=9034974853836287000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9034974853836287000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9034974853836287000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/05/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-1242581263966928821</id><published>2011-05-04T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:24:37.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Star Wars Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;...and May the 4th be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Live long and prosper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-1242581263966928821?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1242581263966928821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=1242581263966928821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1242581263966928821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1242581263966928821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-star-wars-day.html' title='Happy Star Wars Day...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-2141832967679205492</id><published>2011-04-18T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T14:57:05.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Buttercup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have not fallen off the face of the earth... but I haven't had much to share that isn't all about how much I love being a mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcqRcZR-pAM/TayiTTWqyOI/AAAAAAAABQU/olHmO4bit2A/s1600/P1020253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcqRcZR-pAM/TayiTTWqyOI/AAAAAAAABQU/olHmO4bit2A/s640/P1020253.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I really love being a mommy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;BUT!&amp;nbsp; I did get 3 runs in last week.&amp;nbsp; Two short ones on the treadmill and an eight miler on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Those eight miles could have gone a lot better if I would have fueled better - I was out of energy 2 miles in.&amp;nbsp; But I was pleasantly surprised with how well I did and how little I hurt the next day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;With a month until &lt;a href="http://www.ogdenmarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Odgen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I know I'll be able to get the mileage in that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; need to be ready for race day.&amp;nbsp; This probably won't be my fastest 1/2 (which is a bummer, since the course is all downhill), but I'll just try to think of it as a training run for the other races I plan to run this summer.&amp;nbsp; The first one of the season is always the hardest for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But who knows - maybe I'll run faster, knowing that this is waiting for me at the end:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eo30ns2y8Ro/TaykiTeFtcI/AAAAAAAABQY/FFvb_3lZXd0/s1600/P1020239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eo30ns2y8Ro/TaykiTeFtcI/AAAAAAAABQY/FFvb_3lZXd0/s640/P1020239.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-2141832967679205492?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2141832967679205492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=2141832967679205492&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2141832967679205492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2141832967679205492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-little-buttercup.html' title='My Little Buttercup'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcqRcZR-pAM/TayiTTWqyOI/AAAAAAAABQU/olHmO4bit2A/s72-c/P1020253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6688510968039443789</id><published>2011-03-22T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:02:57.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You know that treadmill that I got?&amp;nbsp; I've run 5 miles on it (not all at the same time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You know what else makes me happy?&amp;nbsp; My five month old baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6GBp-A8RqHk/TYkbvg4JlQI/AAAAAAAABPM/Ku6hKfQFKpE/s1600/P1020190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6GBp-A8RqHk/TYkbvg4JlQI/AAAAAAAABPM/Ku6hKfQFKpE/s640/P1020190.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6688510968039443789?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6688510968039443789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6688510968039443789&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6688510968039443789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6688510968039443789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/03/makes-me-happy.html' title='Makes Me Happy'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6GBp-A8RqHk/TYkbvg4JlQI/AAAAAAAABPM/Ku6hKfQFKpE/s72-c/P1020190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6433374898525546620</id><published>2011-03-17T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:06:16.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me, I'm 1/32nd Irish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wish that I could give you race recap for today (like I did &lt;a href="http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-pattys-day-5k.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) - but I crapped out on the 5K.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't going to pay $25 to run when I haven't been training.&amp;nbsp; But maybe I should have... at least I would have guaranteed a run for today.&amp;nbsp; And then I could try for another sweet finish line photo like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LSJHbpUpQhI/TYJ3oKGxc0I/AAAAAAAABOs/JatGGBOJKbE/s1600/P1010489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LSJHbpUpQhI/TYJ3oKGxc0I/AAAAAAAABOs/JatGGBOJKbE/s640/P1010489.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We got the treadmill moved inside and now it just needs to get put together.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully that will happen tonight while the husband and his brother watch March Madness.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping that it doesn't take all night and that I will be able to use it before I go to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6433374898525546620?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6433374898525546620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6433374898525546620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6433374898525546620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6433374898525546620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/03/kiss-me-im-132nd-irish.html' title='Kiss Me, I&apos;m 1/32nd Irish!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LSJHbpUpQhI/TYJ3oKGxc0I/AAAAAAAABOs/JatGGBOJKbE/s72-c/P1010489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-2165600429020140488</id><published>2011-03-15T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:51:34.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I ran 4 miles on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; My first run since January and it was VERY slow, but at least I&amp;nbsp;finally got out there and did it.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping to run more... soon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The treadmill that we bought is still in its enormous box sitting in the garage.&amp;nbsp; Who wants to help us move it to the basement?&amp;nbsp; Not only would I like to be running, but I would also like to park in the garage again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Baby Girl is not cooperating when it comes to bedtime.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why she has such a hard time going to sleep, but the bedtime routine lasts for a couple of hours before she is FINALLY down for the night (or a few hours, as is usually the case).&amp;nbsp; So my plans for exercising in the evening hours have not been happening.&amp;nbsp; By the time Baby is asleep (for good, not just for 5 minutes before she wakes up and fusses again), its an hour past (passed?) my bedtime and I am very tired and cranky.&amp;nbsp; One of these days we will figure out how to get her to stay asleep in her crib (and not in my arms) and then I will be able to get my butt in gear.&amp;nbsp; I mean - HELLO! - I have a half marathon in 9 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gV5Emv5JXTQ/TX_dgkLgo3I/AAAAAAAABOo/GxzsZWUeLv4/s1600/P1020173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gV5Emv5JXTQ/TX_dgkLgo3I/AAAAAAAABOo/GxzsZWUeLv4/s640/P1020173.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But man, is she ever cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-2165600429020140488?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2165600429020140488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=2165600429020140488&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2165600429020140488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2165600429020140488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/03/taco-tuesday.html' title='Taco Tuesday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gV5Emv5JXTQ/TX_dgkLgo3I/AAAAAAAABOo/GxzsZWUeLv4/s72-c/P1020173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6006319802037274453</id><published>2011-03-04T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:10:50.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very ABC Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Guess what?&amp;nbsp; I'm copying everyone else that has posted this.&amp;nbsp; Feel free to skip, because - you know - you don't really want to know any of this about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A) Age:&lt;/strong&gt; Just turned 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B) Bed Size:&lt;/strong&gt; Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C) Chore You Hate:&lt;/strong&gt; Cleaning bathrooms - that is why I have mold growing in most of my toilets at the moment.&amp;nbsp; Don't judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(D) Dogs?&lt;/strong&gt; We put down the family dog of 15 years in 2008 and it was a&amp;nbsp;traumatic experience for me that I don't wish to go through again any time soon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o5VTE8ZbzMQ/TW7VZdv7dlI/AAAAAAAABN4/cs0ju2LSHwU/s1600/moebuddy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o5VTE8ZbzMQ/TW7VZdv7dlI/AAAAAAAABN4/cs0ju2LSHwU/s640/moebuddy.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (E) Essential Start Your Day Item:&lt;/strong&gt; A HUGE glass of skim milk.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(F) Favorite Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(G) Gold or Silver?&lt;/strong&gt; I always hated yellow gold, but it's growing on me.&amp;nbsp; My wedding rings are white gold.&amp;nbsp; And they are scratched up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(H) Height:&lt;/strong&gt; 5'4"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Instruments You Play:&lt;/strong&gt; the piano - but very poorly.&amp;nbsp; I took guitar lessons, but can't play anything.&amp;nbsp; I had a drum set, but never learned to keep the beat.&amp;nbsp; I occasionally played my dad's bass guitar during band practice, but never really learned a full song.&amp;nbsp; What band practice, you ask?&amp;nbsp; Oh, I was a singer in my dad's blues band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(J) Job Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Receptionist/Personal Assistant.&amp;nbsp; Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(K) Kids:&lt;/strong&gt; Katie - 4 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CvsWgq367Dk/TW7WGPkq8yI/AAAAAAAABOA/AO-UHWP7RgI/s1600/P1020157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CvsWgq367Dk/TW7WGPkq8yI/AAAAAAAABOA/AO-UHWP7RgI/s640/P1020157.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;(L) Live:&lt;/strong&gt; South Jordan, UTAH - but I was born and raised in S.E. Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(M) Mom's Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Connie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(N) Nicknames:&lt;/strong&gt; Whit - and that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(O) Overnight Hospital Stays?&lt;/strong&gt; Only when Katie was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(P) Pet Peeve:&lt;/strong&gt; Dear Smokers, the world is NOT your ashtray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Q) Quote from a Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'm a sailor! I sail!&amp;nbsp; Ahoy!" - &lt;i&gt;What About Bob?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(R) Right or Left Handed?&lt;/strong&gt; Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(S) Siblings:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 older sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6xzy2R-90Es/TW7WcUBDuZI/AAAAAAAABOE/Bo4hbrqBGTI/s1600/IMG_1455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6xzy2R-90Es/TW7WcUBDuZI/AAAAAAAABOE/Bo4hbrqBGTI/s640/IMG_1455.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;(T) Time You Wake Up?&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever Katie wakes me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(U) Underwear:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I do wear underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(V) Vegetable You Dislike:&lt;/strong&gt; The majority.&amp;nbsp; It's not something that I'm proud of either.&amp;nbsp; I really wish that I liked things like celery, peppers, onions, tomatoes (fruit/vegetable - whatever).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(W) What Makes You Run Late:&lt;/strong&gt; Katie.&amp;nbsp; She always chooses the moment that I want to walk out the door to fill up and blow out her diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(X) X-Rays You've Had Done:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; When I was 4, I received a hairline fracture in my leg from my very nice sisters.&amp;nbsp; Who talked me into jumping off the bed onto a blanket that they proceeded to rip out from under me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Y) Yummy Food You Make:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://whitneyandtyson.blogspot.com/2011/02/chicken-enchilada-soup.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chicken Enchilada Soup&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- I am currently obsessed with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Z) Zoo, Favorite Animal:&lt;/strong&gt; The big&amp;nbsp;cats and the bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6006319802037274453?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6006319802037274453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6006319802037274453&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6006319802037274453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6006319802037274453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/03/very-abc-post.html' title='A Very ABC Post'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o5VTE8ZbzMQ/TW7VZdv7dlI/AAAAAAAABN4/cs0ju2LSHwU/s72-c/moebuddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-5198329691981189718</id><published>2011-03-02T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:54:54.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Bonus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fgEVq8aTCDs/TW6Qk1x__KI/AAAAAAAABN0/adv06wMM3-Q/s1600/treadmill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fgEVq8aTCDs/TW6Qk1x__KI/AAAAAAAABN0/adv06wMM3-Q/s320/treadmill.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Have I been running lately?&amp;nbsp; Um, no.&amp;nbsp; I have the best intentions, and then life gets in the way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, not really in the way... I would still rather spend all of my free time with my baby.&amp;nbsp; I don't see that changing any time soon, but once this treadmill is in the basement, I will still get to be around my baby AND run.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Win, win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-5198329691981189718?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5198329691981189718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=5198329691981189718&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5198329691981189718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5198329691981189718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-i-spent-my-bonus.html' title='How I Spent My Bonus'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fgEVq8aTCDs/TW6Qk1x__KI/AAAAAAAABN0/adv06wMM3-Q/s72-c/treadmill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-5841961789366386880</id><published>2011-02-16T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:30:09.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made of Money I Am Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are a lot of races that I would like to run this year (the first one is in a month&amp;nbsp;- why am I not training yet?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I just did the math&amp;nbsp;for all the entry fees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's almost $500.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't tell my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-5841961789366386880?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5841961789366386880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=5841961789366386880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5841961789366386880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5841961789366386880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/02/made-of-money-i-am-not.html' title='Made of Money I Am Not'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-5508394154713713854</id><published>2011-02-14T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:17:36.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday morning, I woke up with the urge to race a 5K.&amp;nbsp; Nevermind the fact that I haven't run since the middle of January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, 20 minutes before the race was the start, I was bundled up in my running gear and heading over to the start.&amp;nbsp; It was FREEZING.&amp;nbsp; Temps in the low 20s with a VERY unfriendly wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Leaving out all of the dialog - the idiots were out of NUMBERS and shirts.&amp;nbsp; I was told that I could run, but I would have to time myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I turned around, got in my car and drove home to my warm house and baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm3pFEck7o8/TVliqzD_ZSI/AAAAAAAABM8/mcYgJbaSIaY/s1600/P1020124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm3pFEck7o8/TVliqzD_ZSI/AAAAAAAABM8/mcYgJbaSIaY/s640/P1020124.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You would think that since I was all geared up for a run that I would have done SOMETHING once I got home, right?&amp;nbsp; Nah.&amp;nbsp; I got in the shower and moved on with my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anyway - Happy Valentine's Day.&amp;nbsp; I bet you wish you had a cute Valentine like mine, dont you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-5508394154713713854?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5508394154713713854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=5508394154713713854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5508394154713713854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5508394154713713854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-minute-fail.html' title='Last Minute Fail'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm3pFEck7o8/TVliqzD_ZSI/AAAAAAAABM8/mcYgJbaSIaY/s72-c/P1020124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-7759306809656825593</id><published>2011-02-10T09:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:05:00.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am having so much fun being a mommy.&amp;nbsp; Seriously - it is the best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm FINALLY getting a treadmill!... in March - after I get my bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've got the racing bug.&amp;nbsp; Which is weird, because I haven't been for a run in almost a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-7759306809656825593?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7759306809656825593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=7759306809656825593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7759306809656825593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7759306809656825593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-things-thursday.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6447612658892824519</id><published>2011-02-09T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:26:21.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TVLNjYKBTeI/AAAAAAAABMs/EZE3kmHBpr4/s1600/P1020084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TVLNjYKBTeI/AAAAAAAABMs/EZE3kmHBpr4/s640/P1020084.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TVLNvNTLVcI/AAAAAAAABMw/VQLgys6-Jyo/s1600/P1020105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TVLNvNTLVcI/AAAAAAAABMw/VQLgys6-Jyo/s640/P1020105.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TVLN-15CHRI/AAAAAAAABM0/ZkuPdRCfsfk/s1600/P1020122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TVLN-15CHRI/AAAAAAAABM0/ZkuPdRCfsfk/s640/P1020122.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6447612658892824519?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6447612658892824519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6447612658892824519&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6447612658892824519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6447612658892824519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TVLNjYKBTeI/AAAAAAAABMs/EZE3kmHBpr4/s72-c/P1020084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4322139003079433383</id><published>2011-02-02T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:19:43.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If a Woodchuck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groundhog"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; - the groundhog is also a woodchuck.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's 6º here today.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to spring.&amp;nbsp; But I don't think it's going to come any earlier than March 20th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't run in 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; And I won't be running this week or weekend.&amp;nbsp; Being a working mom is a hard adjustment for me, and right now I still just want to spend all of my free time with my baby.&amp;nbsp; I'll get back into running.&amp;nbsp; I have a few races in the next couple of months that I really want to do... and I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My birthday is on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I accept cash, giftcards and cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm turning 26.&amp;nbsp; So I was just thinking... maybe I should run 26.2 before I turn 27?&amp;nbsp; Probably not, but it's something to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4322139003079433383?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4322139003079433383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4322139003079433383&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4322139003079433383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4322139003079433383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-woodchuck.html' title='If a Woodchuck...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-1023529844000751078</id><published>2011-01-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:10:42.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superficial Reason for Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With a blog title like that, I'm sure that you are expecting my confession to be about how I want running to turn my body from muffin-top flab to rock-hard minx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And while I would love for that to be the case... I am aware that it is not going to happen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not while I'm enjoying 5lbs of&amp;nbsp;chocolate and gallons of ice cream.&amp;nbsp; I'm okay with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No -&amp;nbsp;the driving force behind my runs is bragging rights.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You see, I have family and friends that are easily impressed - so my declaration of completing 9 races&amp;nbsp;in 2010&amp;nbsp;leaves many in awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I just eat it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Yes, I also enjoy many other things about running.&amp;nbsp; I love to race (even though "race" is a relative term for my 10 minute mile pace), I love the cardio benefits, I love the&amp;nbsp;"me" time,&amp;nbsp;and I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love the&amp;nbsp;automatic love for other runners out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But most of all&amp;nbsp;it's the collection of t-shirts and medals that I have.&amp;nbsp; And I'll keep running and racing to add more to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TUMTnPw1HOI/AAAAAAAABMg/jLI8Y2kkJxE/s1600/running.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TUMTnPw1HOI/AAAAAAAABMg/jLI8Y2kkJxE/s640/running.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-1023529844000751078?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1023529844000751078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=1023529844000751078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1023529844000751078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1023529844000751078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-superficial-reason-for-running.html' title='My Superficial Reason for Running'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TUMTnPw1HOI/AAAAAAAABMg/jLI8Y2kkJxE/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-9047702395250328449</id><published>2011-01-12T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:34:56.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am back at work today.&amp;nbsp; Which means that I now have time to catch up on blogs.&amp;nbsp; You would think that that wouldn't be the case while I'm at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I ran/walked three times last week.&amp;nbsp; Slowly I will get back into it.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking about signing up for a couple of 5Ks in the next couple of months to help me get motivated.&amp;nbsp; But I'm planning to wait until I've been at work for a couple of weeks, so that I can get used to the schedule and see how running in the evenings works out for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What I wouldn't give for my own treadmill!!&amp;nbsp; Yes, our clubhouse is close... but it isn't the same as having one in your basement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I can't believe how fast my 12 weeks went by.&amp;nbsp; I miss my little baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-9047702395250328449?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/9047702395250328449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=9047702395250328449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9047702395250328449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9047702395250328449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/01/working-mom.html' title='Working Mom'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4175224044630800572</id><published>2011-01-04T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:27:45.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I completed my first post-baby "run" today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There was a lot more walking than running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I only went 2 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In other news: I love my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TSOCeqv_pMI/AAAAAAAABKw/3lzQLn9MVUc/s1600/P1020013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TSOCeqv_pMI/AAAAAAAABKw/3lzQLn9MVUc/s640/P1020013.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4175224044630800572?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4175224044630800572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4175224044630800572&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4175224044630800572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4175224044630800572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TSOCeqv_pMI/AAAAAAAABKw/3lzQLn9MVUc/s72-c/P1020013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-9186125105139474865</id><published>2010-12-15T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:10:55.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Foto Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pregnantchicken.com/pregnant-chicken-blog/2010/12/10/awkward-pregnancy-photos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.pregnantchicken.com/pregnant-chicken-blog/2010/12/10/awkward-pregnancy-photos.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I should have copied some of these for my maternity pictures.&amp;nbsp; Classy.&amp;nbsp; Very classy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TQk7Eu4z1pI/AAAAAAAABJ4/XzVigqgoc2E/s1600/Hunt_027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TQk7Eu4z1pI/AAAAAAAABJ4/XzVigqgoc2E/s640/Hunt_027.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-9186125105139474865?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/9186125105139474865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=9186125105139474865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9186125105139474865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/9186125105139474865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-foto-wednesday.html' title='Funny Foto Wednesday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TQk7Eu4z1pI/AAAAAAAABJ4/XzVigqgoc2E/s72-c/Hunt_027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3626905595814307205</id><published>2010-11-16T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:57:31.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Even Going to Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a baby.&amp;nbsp; It's life changing to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I keep thinking to myself that I need to post on my blog - but I have nothing to talk about that isn't related to my lack of sleep and the fact that all I do every day is nurse, change diapers and then try to nap before nursing starts again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;One day I will go for a run again, and when I do, you guys will be the first ones to hear about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In the mean time, just tell me how beautiful my baby is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TOLReYig7GI/AAAAAAAABJA/nNDuUHjfkjQ/s1600/HuntII_14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TOLReYig7GI/AAAAAAAABJA/nNDuUHjfkjQ/s640/HuntII_14.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TOLTrD7dMuI/AAAAAAAABJI/6xkzpoiUSnM/s1600/HuntII_32.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TOLTrD7dMuI/AAAAAAAABJI/6xkzpoiUSnM/s640/HuntII_32.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3626905595814307205?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3626905595814307205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3626905595814307205&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3626905595814307205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3626905595814307205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-not-even-going-to-try.html' title='I&apos;m Not Even Going to Try'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TOLReYig7GI/AAAAAAAABJA/nNDuUHjfkjQ/s72-c/HuntII_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-1495661168277904428</id><published>2010-11-03T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:16:29.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm too focused on this to think about anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TNHchLVrPqI/AAAAAAAABIo/59odbbHdkT4/s1600/HuntII_22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TNHchLVrPqI/AAAAAAAABIo/59odbbHdkT4/s640/HuntII_22.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TNHcpseOEbI/AAAAAAAABIs/_QVjRskqzlA/s1600/HuntII_11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TNHcpseOEbI/AAAAAAAABIs/_QVjRskqzlA/s640/HuntII_11.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-1495661168277904428?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1495661168277904428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=1495661168277904428&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1495661168277904428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1495661168277904428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/11/mom-brain.html' title='Mom Brain'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TNHchLVrPqI/AAAAAAAABIo/59odbbHdkT4/s72-c/HuntII_22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-110844702123613359</id><published>2010-10-25T15:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:56:58.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me share with you one of my favorite pictures from my labor/delivery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMX6Y0V93pI/AAAAAAAABHw/811vKZg-WfU/s1600/P1050499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMX6Y0V93pI/AAAAAAAABHw/811vKZg-WfU/s640/P1050499.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This was pre-epidural.&amp;nbsp; It cracks me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My labor was easy... until it came time to push.&amp;nbsp; Baby Girl (oh, her name is Katie, by the way) was stuck in my pelvis.&amp;nbsp; Sort of diagonal and they couldn't figure out if she was posterior or not.&amp;nbsp; She was.&amp;nbsp; But she was stuck on my tailbone and every time that I would push, she would come down a little... and when I stopped pushing, she would suck back in.&amp;nbsp; I pushed for over 4 hours.&amp;nbsp; The doctor finally got her turned in the last 5 minutes of pushing and then used a vacuum to help her come out.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm recovering. She was totally worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My water broke at 10:30pm on Tuesday the 19th.&amp;nbsp; I had been having contractions all afternoon and evening without realizing what they were.&amp;nbsp; When I got to the hospital at 11pm, I was already dialated to a 3.&amp;nbsp; An hour later I was at a 6 and then just before 1am I was to a 9... the doctor came in and said - that's not a 9... that's a&amp;nbsp;10 and it's time to push!&amp;nbsp; But she wasn't coming down, so they hooked me up to Pitocin and let me rest for a few hours to see if she would move down on her own.&amp;nbsp; We started pushing again just after 4am and Katie was born at 8:48am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;6lbs 7.4 oz and 19 inches long.&amp;nbsp; A pretty good size for a 35 week baby.&amp;nbsp; She hasn't had any problems, other than a little jaundice that she had to be under lights for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMX70_VUWMI/AAAAAAAABH0/zDP4n4BLGIs/s1600/P1050511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMX70_VUWMI/AAAAAAAABH0/zDP4n4BLGIs/s640/P1050511.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We are totally and completely in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMX8k6z_S2I/AAAAAAAABH4/RsIY7HdIbSs/s1600/P1010919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMX8k6z_S2I/AAAAAAAABH4/RsIY7HdIbSs/s640/P1010919.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-110844702123613359?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/110844702123613359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=110844702123613359&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/110844702123613359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/110844702123613359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/10/labor-story.html' title='Labor Story'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMX6Y0V93pI/AAAAAAAABHw/811vKZg-WfU/s72-c/P1050499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6111982224229264115</id><published>2010-10-23T15:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:14:10.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMNPrd6_-sI/AAAAAAAABHI/_izPE29Fpng/s1600/P1050515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMNPrd6_-sI/AAAAAAAABHI/_izPE29Fpng/s640/P1050515.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;She is so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMNPzDOg7_I/AAAAAAAABHM/0w5nIQtAKt8/s1600/P1050519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMNPzDOg7_I/AAAAAAAABHM/0w5nIQtAKt8/s640/P1050519.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6111982224229264115?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6111982224229264115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6111982224229264115&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6111982224229264115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6111982224229264115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/10/squeaker.html' title='Squeaker'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TMNPrd6_-sI/AAAAAAAABHI/_izPE29Fpng/s72-c/P1050515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4015258235000401883</id><published>2010-10-15T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:05:16.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Nice Lady at Costco:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for taking pity on a swollen pregnant woman and letting me go in front of you to buy my delicious skim milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In other news - I'm on partial bedrest.&amp;nbsp; Straight home from work and I'm not allowed to be up for the rest of the night.&amp;nbsp; My blood pressure was up again today and I'm staying home from work.&amp;nbsp; My husband told me that I'm not allowed to do the dishes or any laundry today.&amp;nbsp; I just have to stay down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm bored already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But I will do what I have to do to keep this little girl "cooking" for as long as possible.&amp;nbsp; The doctor said she will probably be coming early.&amp;nbsp; I hope to make it at least 2 more weeks.&amp;nbsp; Cross your fingers for me, okay?&amp;nbsp; My next appointment is on Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4015258235000401883?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4015258235000401883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4015258235000401883&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4015258235000401883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4015258235000401883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-nice-lady-at-costco.html' title='To the Nice Lady at Costco:'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-7445472836377178817</id><published>2010-10-11T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:18:09.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I woke up Saturday morning to my husband saying, "It's your baby shower today - it feels kind of like Christmas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I completely agree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TLMx_9WT0GI/AAAAAAAABHA/SVUvjve1fLM/s1600/P1010880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TLMx_9WT0GI/AAAAAAAABHA/SVUvjve1fLM/s640/P1010880.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-7445472836377178817?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7445472836377178817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=7445472836377178817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7445472836377178817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7445472836377178817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/10/pink.html' title='Pink'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TLMx_9WT0GI/AAAAAAAABHA/SVUvjve1fLM/s72-c/P1010880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3487726352098990119</id><published>2010-10-08T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:57:19.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Not to Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had a doctor's appointment this morning.&amp;nbsp; 34 weeks (tomorrow).&amp;nbsp; My blood pressure is up.&amp;nbsp; Kind of high.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I gained 9 lbs in two weeks.&amp;nbsp; And I'm swollen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He didn't say it, but I know that he was thinking it: Preeclampsia/Pregnancy Induced Hypertension.&amp;nbsp; All that he said was that he wanted to see me next week, instead of in two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So, hopefully this will be motivation for me to start exercising again (walking only, of course) and will help me eat better.&amp;nbsp; Not that I've been eating really bad... but I haven't been paying attention to how much sodium I've been taking in, until Thursday morning when I had gained 3 lbs from the day before after eating Mexican food for dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And now I can't get my wedding band off my finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So - you know - it's a good start to the weekend.&amp;nbsp; BUT!&amp;nbsp; My very first baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;shower is tomorrow and I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, and the doctor thought that the baby might be breech (feet first, instead of head first), so I got to see my baby girl for about 45 seconds. She's head down - thank HEAVEN. And what I thought was her butt stuck in my ribs is actually her little feet. I could see her little toes on the screen. They look very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3487726352098990119?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3487726352098990119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3487726352098990119&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3487726352098990119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3487726352098990119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/10/try-not-to-stress.html' title='Try Not to Stress'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-5511879634573029862</id><published>2010-10-05T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:30:01.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note to My Nikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Running Shoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sorry that I've neglected you.&amp;nbsp; At this point in my pregnancy, I can't bend over to tie you up, and even if I could... I probably wouldn't.&amp;nbsp; My swollen feet and aching back beg me to lay on the couch as soon as I walk in the door from work.&amp;nbsp; This baby sure does take up a LOT of room these days.&amp;nbsp; But I'm trying not to complain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hope you'll forgive me after Christmas, when I come crawling back to you.&amp;nbsp; I've already signed us up for 2 half marathons in the spring and I'm looking forward to pounding the pavement with you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In the mean time, I'm growing a small person and it takes all of my energy.&amp;nbsp; But I know that you'll be waiting for me.&amp;nbsp; You'll always be&amp;nbsp;waiting for me, won't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-5511879634573029862?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5511879634573029862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=5511879634573029862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5511879634573029862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5511879634573029862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-to-my-nikes.html' title='A Note to My Nikes'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-7239824293094466903</id><published>2010-09-29T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:43:54.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Large Marge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There is a large baby growing in my belly.&amp;nbsp; I honestly have no idea where she is going to go... I don't have wide enough&amp;nbsp;hips for her to hide in (for which I'm grateful, even if it means discomfort for the next 2 months).&amp;nbsp; I will probably be pretty scary looking by the end.&amp;nbsp; At least, my mother seems to think so, since she is always saying how huge I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't have much to share.&amp;nbsp; I haven't done any walking for a couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; And I don't really care.&amp;nbsp; We've been busy getting the house in order, having mid-week date nights and attending our labor classes at the hospital.&amp;nbsp; And it has been a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So I'll leave you with another maternity photo.&amp;nbsp; I'm obsessed with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TKNeG647nEI/AAAAAAAABGw/tQVbYI1R-FI/s1600/Hunt_009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TKNeG647nEI/AAAAAAAABGw/tQVbYI1R-FI/s640/Hunt_009.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-7239824293094466903?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7239824293094466903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=7239824293094466903&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7239824293094466903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7239824293094466903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/09/large-marge.html' title='Large Marge'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TKNeG647nEI/AAAAAAAABGw/tQVbYI1R-FI/s72-c/Hunt_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-1262285156044307722</id><published>2010-09-23T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:27:19.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things on a Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJuNh1JRY1I/AAAAAAAABGY/M5H1PXzVWMA/s1600/Hunt_055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJuNh1JRY1I/AAAAAAAABGY/M5H1PXzVWMA/s640/Hunt_055.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJuNt_q8GHI/AAAAAAAABGg/YOFDmajGQn0/s1600/Hunt_086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJuNt_q8GHI/AAAAAAAABGg/YOFDmajGQn0/s640/Hunt_086.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJuN6c0IF7I/AAAAAAAABGo/t-ZpDcbQDr4/s1600/Hunt_072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJuN6c0IF7I/AAAAAAAABGo/t-ZpDcbQDr4/s640/Hunt_072.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-1262285156044307722?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1262285156044307722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=1262285156044307722&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1262285156044307722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1262285156044307722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-things-on-thursday.html' title='Three Things on a Thursday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJuNh1JRY1I/AAAAAAAABGY/M5H1PXzVWMA/s72-c/Hunt_055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-2146673444414771932</id><published>2010-09-20T11:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:26:18.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Needles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;*Copying this exact same post from my personal blog - just to keep you peeps informed.&amp;nbsp; It's one of the reasons that I haven't posted in over a week.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You see this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJeY_f0JawI/AAAAAAAABFw/nNGdkAPehAQ/s1600/biospy+needle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJeY_f0JawI/AAAAAAAABFw/nNGdkAPehAQ/s320/biospy+needle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I recently had a date with one of these for a core biopsy. I wanted to cry/scream/barf/pass out/cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you know how scary it is to find a lump? Well, I'll tell you... it's really scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But the good news is that it is benign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-2146673444414771932?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2146673444414771932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=2146673444414771932&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2146673444414771932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2146673444414771932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-needles.html' title='I Hate Needles'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TJeY_f0JawI/AAAAAAAABFw/nNGdkAPehAQ/s72-c/biospy+needle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-5968813304473282816</id><published>2010-09-10T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T16:37:17.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have nothing to report when it comes to exercising/running.&amp;nbsp; I'm "taking a break"... just because of the fact that I'm exhausted when I get home from work (what the heck am I so tired from?&amp;nbsp; reading blogs and playing Farmville on Facebook?).&amp;nbsp; I plan to start walking again next week.&amp;nbsp; The weather is FINALLY cooling off and I plan to take full advantage of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In other news, I have only 10 weeks until my due date.&amp;nbsp; We cleaned out the baby's room and over the long weekend set up the crib and dresser.&amp;nbsp; I like to walk into that room every day now and just look at it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;AND!&amp;nbsp; I finally bought an outfit for the baby.&amp;nbsp; We had been getting lots of clothes from people (especially the grandmas), but I wanted to buy at least ONE&amp;nbsp;outfit for my little girl (yes, I realize that I will be buying clothes for her for the next 20+ years, but I wanted to get something in the teeny, tiny baby size).&amp;nbsp; So I bought a cute little layette set that she will, most likely,&amp;nbsp;come home from the hospital in.&amp;nbsp; November can't come soon enough, and with the way this pregnancy has gone for me, it will be here before I know it.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-5968813304473282816?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5968813304473282816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=5968813304473282816&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5968813304473282816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5968813304473282816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-weeks-and-counting.html' title='30 Weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3543644434863272550</id><published>2010-09-02T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:51:58.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than a Kick in the Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today is the last day of the challenge from Tall Mom to go 80 miles in August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uh... I didn't make it.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, I sucked it up royally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But it was good motivation to get me off the couch 10 times during the month.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And 10 is better than 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3543644434863272550?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3543644434863272550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3543644434863272550&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3543644434863272550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3543644434863272550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/09/better-than-kick-in-pants.html' title='Better Than a Kick in the Pants'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6106004372988640763</id><published>2010-08-31T10:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:44:31.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Award(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I have received two blogging "awards" in the last couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; I'm a slacker and try to ignore them, but I'm not going to anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;First: &lt;a href="http://ihaverun.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Candice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "nominated" me for the Versatile Blogger.&amp;nbsp; I accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TH0oMzR5R1I/AAAAAAAABEM/oBDy8VWsxmA/s1600/VeratileBlogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TH0oMzR5R1I/AAAAAAAABEM/oBDy8VWsxmA/s200/VeratileBlogger.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As part of this award, I must share seven things about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1. When I was in the ninth grade, I cut ALL of my hair off.&amp;nbsp; The hair on the top of my head was not even 2 inches long.&amp;nbsp; It took until my senior year of high school to grow it out to my shoulders.&amp;nbsp; And I vowed NEVER to cut it that short again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Also in the 9th grade, I went out for the high school track team.&amp;nbsp; I thought that I could do hurdles.&amp;nbsp; Um no.&amp;nbsp; Then I thought that I could be a sprinter.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to tell you how many times I almost came in last in every heat that I ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I have been salmon fishing in Alaska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I was a singer in a blues band.&amp;nbsp; And even though I say "blues", I mean classic rock, blues and a whole bunch of other random songs.&amp;nbsp; It was me, my dad, one of his buddies from work, a friend of that guy and a neighbor.&amp;nbsp; So, men over 40 and then me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; I can not say "No" to homemade chocolate chip cookies.&amp;nbsp; And I never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; My husband told me that he loved me and wanted to marry me on our second date.&amp;nbsp; We were officially engaged three weeks later.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, when you know - you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; I truly believe that Disneyland is "the happiest place on Earth".&amp;nbsp; I absolutely love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Second blogging award that I've received is the Cherry On Top from &lt;a href="http://fatwuzhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TH0vAYzhOII/AAAAAAAABEU/ISEWvVnlEhs/s1600/cherry+on+top+award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TH0vAYzhOII/AAAAAAAABEU/ISEWvVnlEhs/s320/cherry+on+top+award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And I must answer this question: If you had the chance to go back and change one thing in your life, would you and what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The only thing that I would change would be to go back to high school and take the college level courses, that gave you college credit.&amp;nbsp; And then after high school, going first to the community college, instead of jumping into the univeristy level that weeded me right out of college.&amp;nbsp; I probably would have "stayed in school" if I would have approached it differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Oh!&amp;nbsp; And I would have joined the cross-country team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So there you have it.&amp;nbsp; Both of these blogging awards have gone around and around the internet, so I'm not going to pick more people to do them... because pretty much everyone already has!&amp;nbsp; But thank you for choosing me!&amp;nbsp; And for reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;May the force be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6106004372988640763?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6106004372988640763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6106004372988640763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6106004372988640763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6106004372988640763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/major-awards.html' title='Major Award(s)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TH0oMzR5R1I/AAAAAAAABEM/oBDy8VWsxmA/s72-c/VeratileBlogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3177318333652334852</id><published>2010-08-28T15:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:36:44.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamba Juice Virtual 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Race day" started with a breakfast of Multigrain Cheerios.&amp;nbsp; I got all strapped into my tummy support belt and pinned on my race bib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THl_gNIhbbI/AAAAAAAABD0/xjfyzgtedfM/s1600/P1010850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THl_gNIhbbI/AAAAAAAABD0/xjfyzgtedfM/s640/P1010850.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The "starting line" was basically in my backyard.&amp;nbsp; The husband walked over with me... and there was someone hogging the course!!&amp;nbsp; So I waited... and my husband got on the recumbent bike.&amp;nbsp; 5 minutes later, the treadmill was free and I got myself ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The gun goes off.&amp;nbsp; And I flip the channel to the Animal Planet (there really isn't much on TV on a Saturday morning, and I didn't want to watch an infomercial for the Magic Bullet again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;10 minutes into the race, I decide to try jogging one more time.&amp;nbsp; I lasted 4 minutes before it hurt too much.&amp;nbsp; I just need to accept that I'm not able to run anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Halfway point my husband hands me his water bottle from the bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.6 miles to go... husband is done on the bike and heads for the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3.13 miles in 49:58.&amp;nbsp; 15:58 minute mile.&amp;nbsp; Not so great... but hey - I'm 7 months pregnant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THmA_77SgWI/AAAAAAAABEE/efZju7EPd7c/s1600/P1010853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THmA_77SgWI/AAAAAAAABEE/efZju7EPd7c/s640/P1010853.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After the "race" I went to my local Jamba Juice and treated myself to an Aloha Pineapple.&amp;nbsp; It was yummy.&amp;nbsp; But did I remember to take a picture before I had slurped the whole thing down and thrown the cup away?&amp;nbsp; Of course not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3177318333652334852?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3177318333652334852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3177318333652334852&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3177318333652334852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3177318333652334852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/jamba-juice-virtual-5k.html' title='Jamba Juice Virtual 5K'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THl_gNIhbbI/AAAAAAAABD0/xjfyzgtedfM/s72-c/P1010850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-946216401791057514</id><published>2010-08-27T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:33:29.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm "racing" in a &lt;a href="http://fatwuzhere.blogspot.com/2010/08/jamba-juice-run-whirl-5k10k.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;virtual 5K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I will be walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I am VERY excited.&amp;nbsp; And I think it's because it's a "race" (and I wasn't planning to race again in 2010).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I even made myself a bib.&amp;nbsp; Because I'm cool like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Full race report coming tomorrow!&amp;nbsp; I'm still trying to figure out a "course".&amp;nbsp; It will most likely be the treadmill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-946216401791057514?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/946216401791057514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=946216401791057514&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/946216401791057514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/946216401791057514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/virtual-race.html' title='Virtual Race'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-975610441394587795</id><published>2010-08-23T14:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:53:44.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For anyone that has ever watched the Tour de France coverage, I met&amp;nbsp;Bob Roll&amp;nbsp;over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THLY04E4t-I/AAAAAAAABDE/_0HC4j9GUbc/s1600/P1010821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THLY04E4t-I/AAAAAAAABDE/_0HC4j9GUbc/s640/P1010821.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I also watched Levi Leipheimer win the Tour of Utah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THLY5rgULzI/AAAAAAAABDU/3NIpFBBBKuY/s1600/P1010827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THLY5rgULzI/AAAAAAAABDU/3NIpFBBBKuY/s640/P1010827.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My dad is a cyclist that runs (he is currently training for the St. George marathon in October).&amp;nbsp; We went to two stages over the weekend and got to meet a&amp;nbsp;couple VERY COOL cyclists. It made him very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THLY3TvstGI/AAAAAAAABDM/ToAEFlTwVwo/s1600/P1010823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THLY3TvstGI/AAAAAAAABDM/ToAEFlTwVwo/s640/P1010823.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Which makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-975610441394587795?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/975610441394587795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=975610441394587795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/975610441394587795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/975610441394587795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/tour-of-utah.html' title='Tour of Utah'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/THLY04E4t-I/AAAAAAAABDE/_0HC4j9GUbc/s72-c/P1010821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3225478587865950388</id><published>2010-08-19T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:00:40.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Walking, We're Walking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I'm still walking.&amp;nbsp; Every night this week as a matter of fact.&amp;nbsp; But that doesn't mean I'm going to make 80 miles in August.&amp;nbsp; As of today, I'm 21 miles behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;you know what's awesome?&amp;nbsp; I've stayed at the same weight for the last 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; It's very exciting!&amp;nbsp; I was gaining weight&amp;nbsp;pretty fast&amp;nbsp;for a&amp;nbsp;couple weeks&amp;nbsp;and I'm&amp;nbsp;happy to see that the scale hasn't continued skyward.&amp;nbsp; (I know that weight gain is essential and &lt;u&gt;healthy&lt;/u&gt; during pregnancy, but as a woman, it is very hard to see&amp;nbsp;your weight&amp;nbsp;creep up every couple of days.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In other news, I'm&amp;nbsp;happy to report that we bought our very first furniture piece for Baby's room.&amp;nbsp; A dresser.&amp;nbsp; Now it just has to get here, and it should within a week or two.&amp;nbsp; Then I'll have SOMETHING in that room, besides boxes of diapers and wipes... and the ironing board... and my old Super Nintendo.&amp;nbsp; And boxes&amp;nbsp;of junk (that we plan to get rid of this weekend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I think that my husband has entered his very own "nesting" stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3225478587865950388?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3225478587865950388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3225478587865950388&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3225478587865950388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3225478587865950388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-walking-were-walking.html' title='We&apos;re Walking, We&apos;re Walking...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-8313694829785431717</id><published>2010-08-13T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:24:12.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dream the Impossible Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not going to make my goal of 80 miles for August.&amp;nbsp; It just isn't going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Honestly, I don't know what possessed me to think that I could reach this amount of miles when I'm not running... and when I'm in my third trimester of pregnancy... and when it's hot.&amp;nbsp; I'm already too hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Even though I have been walking (almost) daily, every time that I get online, I see that I'm falling farther and farther behind my goal.&amp;nbsp; And really, I don't have the time to walk even farther every day to try to catch up.&amp;nbsp; Do you realize how long it takes to walk 5 miles?&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you, it takes (me) an hour and 40 minutes.&amp;nbsp; And after an hour of walking, my feet and back are aching, so I'm not planning to add another 40 minutes to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;if I'm walking for two... does that mean that I can double my miles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-8313694829785431717?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8313694829785431717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=8313694829785431717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8313694829785431717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8313694829785431717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-dream-impossible-dream.html' title='To Dream the Impossible Dream'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-646253635512816835</id><published>2010-08-11T10:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:04:34.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Less??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been walking for the last 3 nights in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This morning I got on the scale and it shows that I'm down 1.5lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Unexpected?&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Motivation to keep it up?&amp;nbsp; HECK YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;65.4 miles to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-646253635512816835?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/646253635512816835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=646253635512816835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/646253635512816835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/646253635512816835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/less.html' title='Less??'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4307366252033640945</id><published>2010-08-09T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:08:53.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F-A-I-L</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I give in too easy to any excuse to not exercise these days.&amp;nbsp; It is the "monsoon" season here in Utah and what it means for our desert is afternoon/evening thundershowers.&amp;nbsp; Sorry, but I'm not walking in a thunder shower.&amp;nbsp; And while, yes, I could have gone over to the clubhouse treadmill... I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As of this morning I am 12 miles behind.&amp;nbsp; Poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I did get out last night (it wasn't stormy)&amp;nbsp;for 2.5 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's a new week and I will try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4307366252033640945?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4307366252033640945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4307366252033640945&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4307366252033640945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4307366252033640945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/f-i-l.html' title='F-A-I-L'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6490762211087544582</id><published>2010-08-03T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:28:44.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting a Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tallmomontherun.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tall Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; posted a &lt;a href="http://www.tallmomontherun.com/2010/08/challenge-80-miles-in-august.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;challenge for the month of August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Walk, jog, run... 80 miles.&amp;nbsp; And I've decided to go for it!&amp;nbsp; I'm going to confess right now, I have NEVER hit 80 miles in a month.&amp;nbsp; Isn't that kind of sad, with how many half marathons I've trained for?&amp;nbsp; Yeah well, obviously I'm not really good at training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The challenge goes until September 2nd... and if you started on August 2nd, then it equates to 2.5 miles per day.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea if I will be able to do this, as I will basically be walking all of the miles.&amp;nbsp; But I'm going to try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Really, how hard should this be?&amp;nbsp; There is a treadmill at my clubhouse that I could get on every day for an hour and crank this out.&amp;nbsp; I'll expect you 35 readers of mine to keep me honest and motivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6490762211087544582?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6490762211087544582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6490762211087544582&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6490762211087544582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6490762211087544582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/accepting-challenge.html' title='Accepting a Challenge'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-2757516389191102161</id><published>2010-08-02T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:30:27.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Hot Fudge, Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been using pregnancy and the heat of the summer as an excuse to sit at home all&amp;nbsp;evening and eat ice cream.&amp;nbsp; And now it's starting to show on the scale and in my face.&amp;nbsp; Excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I made myself get off the couch&amp;nbsp;tonight (after the sun had gone down) and went for a 2 mile walk.&amp;nbsp; And I decided to test out jogging with my 6 month belly.&amp;nbsp; I think that I might have jogged for a total of .4 miles, but that's better than nothing, right?&amp;nbsp; And the fact that it was UPHILL jogging makes it even BETTER, right?&amp;nbsp; Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By the time I got home, I was sweating to death and had a few bug-friends attached to my hair and shirt.&amp;nbsp; I got in the shower before bed, blew my nose and found another bug-friend that I snorted during the walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TFhD_Hdu-3I/AAAAAAAABCU/hMd4ACT5N2E/s1600/P1010768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TFhD_Hdu-3I/AAAAAAAABCU/hMd4ACT5N2E/s640/P1010768.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;6 months down... 3.5 to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-2757516389191102161?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2757516389191102161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=2757516389191102161&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2757516389191102161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2757516389191102161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-hot-fudge-please.html' title='More Hot Fudge, Please'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TFhD_Hdu-3I/AAAAAAAABCU/hMd4ACT5N2E/s72-c/P1010768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-2935221411228424932</id><published>2010-07-26T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T14:20:34.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Its Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Friday morning I went out for a walk.&amp;nbsp; I went to my favorite 3 mile loop around the lake.&amp;nbsp; I strapped on my &lt;a href="http://www.maternitysupport.com/mother2b.htm"&gt;new support belt&lt;/a&gt;, filled up a water bottle and headed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I walked for the first 2 miles, then jogged for about a half a mile before I got too freaking HOT and had to walk again.&amp;nbsp; I guess the support belt helped... but it can't do much for the interior movements of my uterus, so it still felt like my&amp;nbsp;baby might come falling out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm pretty much done with running for the rest of my pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; Unless I can find a place that is&amp;nbsp;60º and take frequent breaks.&amp;nbsp; It's disappointing, when I see other women that ran up until the week before they gave birth.&amp;nbsp; But every woman is different and every pregnancy is different and if it's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable and I'm not going to be more uncomfortable than I have to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So... my blog is going to be pretty boring for the next few months.&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&amp;nbsp; I'll understand if you don't come back, because all you'll be getting is bump updates and then MILLIONS of baby pictures once the little girl is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm just warning you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-2935221411228424932?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2935221411228424932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=2935221411228424932&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2935221411228424932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2935221411228424932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-its-over.html' title='When Its Over'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-211174712182537425</id><published>2010-07-22T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:57:17.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This Saturday is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pioneer_Day_(Utah)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Utah state holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And right now, the countdown is on... I get off work at noon and have a 3.5 day weekend!&amp;nbsp; I am SO excited!&amp;nbsp; I have no plans, other than I'm going to enjoy myself.&amp;nbsp; If that means that I'm camped out on the couch all day tomorrow, filling my day with a Harry Potter marathon, or&amp;nbsp;I get in a "nesting" mode and decide to clean the house from top to bottom... or if I decide to rack up some debt and go shopping for &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; for the nursery (can you believe that the ONLY thing I've bought for my little girl so far is boxes of diapers and wipes?&amp;nbsp; I need to start buying hairbows, so she can have one for every day of the year!).&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I'll go for a walk/run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I haven't run since the 10K.&amp;nbsp; I keep thinking that I'm going to... but I don't.&amp;nbsp; I've been doing my weight training for 2 weeks now, but that's all.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I can handle running any more.&amp;nbsp; After the 10K, I was sore for days... in an area that most of you don't want me to name, but I'm going to anyway.&amp;nbsp; BIRTH CANAL.&amp;nbsp; Sorry, but there you have it.&amp;nbsp; During a run my swollen uterus pounds on said BC, and it is VERY uncomfortable to say the least.&amp;nbsp; I might try it one more time (I did buy an awesomely fugly support belt that I need to test), but maybe I'll just content myself with walking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I ran for the first 20 weeks of my pregnancy and I pretty much ROCKED all of my races this year.&amp;nbsp; I am VERY happy with my accomplishments (so far) for 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-211174712182537425?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/211174712182537425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=211174712182537425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/211174712182537425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/211174712182537425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-1100639607231602731</id><published>2010-07-19T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:06:14.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cankles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had my first experience of swollen ankles last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It scared me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It sickened me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My ankle bones had disappeared in a matter of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My husband laughed at me and started calling me "Cankles".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I told him to find a new place to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-1100639607231602731?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1100639607231602731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=1100639607231602731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1100639607231602731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1100639607231602731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/cankles.html' title='Cankles'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-531393328993152675</id><published>2010-07-14T10:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:03:58.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, Paul... you are so incredibly amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TD3hksrGhUI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Y-_U4HDZHb4/s1600/P1010749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TD3hksrGhUI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Y-_U4HDZHb4/s640/P1010749.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;10 points to whoever can name this athlete (&lt;a href="http://muddyrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;L.B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm looking at you!) that we met as we were leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TD3hrXLMc6I/AAAAAAAABAE/6BL5vm5J-0Q/s1600/P1010754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TD3hrXLMc6I/AAAAAAAABAE/6BL5vm5J-0Q/s640/P1010754.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-531393328993152675?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/531393328993152675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=531393328993152675&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/531393328993152675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/531393328993152675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/get-back.html' title='Get Back'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TD3hksrGhUI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Y-_U4HDZHb4/s72-c/P1010749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-644036020828381219</id><published>2010-07-13T15:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:42:38.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Band on the Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't run since that 10K over a week ago.&amp;nbsp; I'm waiting for a support belt/contraption to be delivered this week... but in the mean time, I've decided to start lifting weights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On Saturday I&amp;nbsp;started up&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/best_sellers/chalean_extreme.do?tnt=CE_CTP_B2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ChaLEAN Extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; again.&amp;nbsp; It's a 90 day program that focuses on weight lifting to build muscle that will in turn burn fat and make you look lean and toned, without bulking you up (at least, that's the sell to women who don't have lots of testoterone to help them bulk up).&amp;nbsp; And I've been feeling mighty flabby lately.&amp;nbsp; I need to get my muscles ready to handle my 15 lb baby that I'm sure to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Seriously!&amp;nbsp; Look at this ginormous belly!!&amp;nbsp; Who looks that big at only 21 weeks without being pregnant with multiple babies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDzcoEcDbUI/AAAAAAAAA_k/LmmFvfdrAOU/s1600/P1010741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDzcoEcDbUI/AAAAAAAAA_k/LmmFvfdrAOU/s640/P1010741.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You should all be jealous...&amp;nbsp;we're going to Paul McCartney tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-644036020828381219?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/644036020828381219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=644036020828381219&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/644036020828381219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/644036020828381219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/band-on-run.html' title='Band on the Run'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDzcoEcDbUI/AAAAAAAAA_k/LmmFvfdrAOU/s72-c/P1010741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6535642140407809090</id><published>2010-07-09T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:51:33.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from the 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I just saw these pictures and thought that I would share.&amp;nbsp; (Yes, I know there is a copyright on these... but I'm just sharing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Standard face that I throw out to the photographers.&amp;nbsp; Pretty cute, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDd9LJsEyCI/AAAAAAAAA_c/4k_ZEl921sU/s1600/RCM03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDd9LJsEyCI/AAAAAAAAA_c/4k_ZEl921sU/s400/RCM03.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Baby bump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDd9JxrL-nI/AAAAAAAAA_U/4QJoSv83tqg/s1600/RCM02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDd9JxrL-nI/AAAAAAAAA_U/4QJoSv83tqg/s400/RCM02.JPG" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sprint to the finish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDd9ImCH6-I/AAAAAAAAA_M/Fa7qNq1BBCE/s1600/RCM01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDd9ImCH6-I/AAAAAAAAA_M/Fa7qNq1BBCE/s400/RCM01.JPG" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. WHY do they have to charge so FREAKING much for race pictures?&amp;nbsp; I would gladly buy them if they were reasonable.&amp;nbsp; I mean, come on!&amp;nbsp; This isn't Disneyland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6535642140407809090?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6535642140407809090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6535642140407809090&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6535642140407809090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6535642140407809090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/photos-from-10k.html' title='Photos from the 10K'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDd9LJsEyCI/AAAAAAAAA_c/4k_ZEl921sU/s72-c/RCM03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-148895987374745232</id><published>2010-07-06T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:07:41.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverton Country Mile 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Before I tell you about the race, we had our 20 week ultrasound on Friday.&amp;nbsp; Here's a picture of my little girl - waving at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDNaktJegHI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Ipfg179zBAE/s1600/profilehand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="526" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDNaktJegHI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Ipfg179zBAE/s640/profilehand.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The ultrasound was a really neat experience.&amp;nbsp; I loved seeing her little heart beat on the screen and to watch her legs and arms move and twitch (and to feel those movements, while watching them was really fun).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So Saturday morning, I ran a 10K with my dad and one of my sisters.&amp;nbsp; My only goal was to come in under 1:10 (giving myself plenty of time, since I've slowed down and the course was going to be hot and hilly).&amp;nbsp; I did better than 1:10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW P.R. OF 59:13!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Can you believe it?&amp;nbsp; I can't!&amp;nbsp; I had no idea that I was doing so well (when I look down at my Garmin in a race, I almost never look at the total time, I just check what my pace is).&amp;nbsp; I came around the corner for the finish and was looking in the crowd for my husband and family, but all that I saw was my sister and she started to point at the timer above the finish and I saw that it was at 59:08!&amp;nbsp; I yelled out - NO WAY!!&amp;nbsp; And started to sprint.&amp;nbsp; It was AWESOME!!!&amp;nbsp; Not even a minute later, I saw my husband come running up and he says, "We saw you sprinting to the finish line as we were driving up!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe you have a new PR!"&amp;nbsp; And then he patted my stomach and said, "Good job, Baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDNf_8VWGdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/djNtbvdWHk4/s1600/P1010724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDNf_8VWGdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/djNtbvdWHk4/s640/P1010724.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm sort of in shock about it.&amp;nbsp; I walked twice on the course - with both water stops.&amp;nbsp; The race had 700 ft of GAIN (and loss, since it ended at the same place that it started).&amp;nbsp; My sister ran with me for the first 5 miles and then she took off to catch my dad (who also has a new PR of 57:20-ish and he was hoping to come in under an hour).&amp;nbsp; It was a fun race and I'll probably have to do it again next year, to see how I do without a baby bouncing on me for 6.2 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The doctor told me to keep running, if I feel up to it.&amp;nbsp; I think that I do, but I'm going to cut&amp;nbsp;my mileage down to 4 or under.&amp;nbsp; It starts to hurt too much after that.&amp;nbsp; But I'm glad that I can keep doing it.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, at the very least, I can for another month.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how far into my third trimester he will let me run or if I will even want to when the baby is even bigger.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Oh, and I've got to find some support to run/walk/exercise with.&amp;nbsp; I have diastasis (which is that my abdominal wall is separating right down the middle... and it BURNS).&amp;nbsp; It's pretty common, but I hate it.&amp;nbsp; I guess if it's the only thing that I've had to complain about in my pregnancy so far, I should be happy.&amp;nbsp; I'm halfway through and have only 4.5 months left until I get to see my little princess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-148895987374745232?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/148895987374745232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=148895987374745232&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/148895987374745232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/148895987374745232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/riverton-country-mile-10k.html' title='Riverton Country Mile 10K'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TDNaktJegHI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Ipfg179zBAE/s72-c/profilehand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6487664979880026953</id><published>2010-07-01T11:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:25:06.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will 2011 Be the Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's the thing: I am seriously considering running a marathon next fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Since I started to run, I have ALWAYS said that I would NEVER run a full marathon.&amp;nbsp; Why would I want to put my body through the kind of torture?&amp;nbsp; Why would I want to run for 5 hours straight (because I'm sure that is how long it will take me)?&amp;nbsp; Who has the time to run for 4 hours every week or two for training?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Earlier this year, I was inspired to do run a marathon by&lt;a href="http://itjustlookslikeslowmotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She invited me to do the DisneyWorld Marathon with her again in 2011 and I was seriously planning on it and working towards it - and then I found out that I was pregnant.&amp;nbsp; I was disappointed about the marathon, but excited for the baby (since we had been trying for a year and I was about to go visit my doctor about it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Within the last month, the idea of running a marathon has kept coming back to me.&amp;nbsp; I would really like to try it, at least once... just to say that I did it, and then I can go back to half marathons (I love the distance - it challenges you without putting SO much strain on your body).&amp;nbsp; And I've thought about it so much, that I've already picked out the race that&amp;nbsp;I want to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.stgeorgemarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The St. George Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's a lottery to get in (you apply in April, I think) and if I don't get in... I already have a back-up race in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The only thing that would stop me is the fact that I will have an infant for all of the training and the race.&amp;nbsp; It won't be easy to train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So - anyone out there that has run a marathon within a year after giving birth?&amp;nbsp; Is it not as hard as I think it will be or is it harder than I think it will be?&amp;nbsp; Should I go for it or should I stick to half marathons and save it for another couple of years down the road, when I won't be working full-time plus staying up nights with a baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6487664979880026953?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6487664979880026953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6487664979880026953&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6487664979880026953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6487664979880026953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/will-2011-be-year.html' title='Will 2011 Be the Year?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6176624092874934258</id><published>2010-06-28T11:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:20:41.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Birds; Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not running that way until after the nesting season is over... when is that anyway?&amp;nbsp; October?&amp;nbsp; I'll be too big at that point, so I guess I won't be going that direction on foot until January 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They came after me again.&amp;nbsp; And this time, a lady walking her dog got to witness my running/flailing/yelping.&amp;nbsp; At one point, I turned my head around to see where the black devil was, and it was diving right for my head!&amp;nbsp; I ran faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I ended the 6 miles on a different route and with a VERY bizarre pain in my nether-regions.&amp;nbsp; I have a doctor appointment on Friday, so I'll be asking about it and if I can keep running.&amp;nbsp; I have a 10K on Saturday, but if I have to walk it, I will.&amp;nbsp; But I think it will be okay.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure (hoping) that it was just muscle/ligament stretching that happens with pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Also, my pace has slowed WAY down with pregnancy and the heat.&amp;nbsp; This is going to be a LONG summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6176624092874934258?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6176624092874934258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6176624092874934258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6176624092874934258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6176624092874934258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/06/attack-of-birds-part-ii.html' title='Attack of the Birds; Part II'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-2276207236932534858</id><published>2010-06-25T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:36:05.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of a Hitchcock Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last night, I talked my husband into going for a walk with me.&amp;nbsp; We went up to the little lake that I love and did the top half, then he wanted to go home - so I said that I would walk home and he could leave (I didn't really feel too bad - he works on his feet for 10 hours a day, whereas I sit on my butt for 9 hours a day).&amp;nbsp; So I start heading home and decide to jog until I get to the bottom of the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At the bottom I'm walking along under some trees, minding my own business.&amp;nbsp; Then I hear birds above me.&amp;nbsp; 2 birds.&amp;nbsp; That obviously had a nest in&amp;nbsp;a tree.&amp;nbsp; And they obviously think that I'm a coming after them ("Serpent!&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;SER&lt;/em&gt;-PENT!!" - Name that Disney movie and you get 10 gold stars) and they start to fly above me and come for my head!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I start to run again.&amp;nbsp; And I'm watched by at least 7 cars that are waiting at the intersection.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure that I have my hands over my head at one point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I barely escaped with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-2276207236932534858?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2276207236932534858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=2276207236932534858&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2276207236932534858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2276207236932534858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/06/out-of-hitchcock-movie.html' title='Out of a Hitchcock Movie'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-8816525173277254393</id><published>2010-06-21T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:16:48.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasatch Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wednesday night, as I am in the Sea-Tac airport, I get a text from &lt;a href="http://itjustlookslikeslowmotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She can't run the Wasatch Back relay anymore (because of her job with Ragnar)... so I've lost the&amp;nbsp;only person that I knew on the team, and my ride up to the start in Logan, UT.&amp;nbsp; I tried not to stress out about it, and Thursday morning I lucked out and found a ride with a girl that would be in my van, who also didn't know anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We get up to Logan for the van decorating party and meet the rest of the people on our team.&amp;nbsp; Then a few of the girls&amp;nbsp;were all staying together and I was&amp;nbsp;invited to stay with them.&amp;nbsp; After about 5 hours of crappy sleep (I slept on the floor and it wasn't very comfortable), we are up and heading to the starting line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;6:30am, our first runner starts and we are on our way, 188.2 miles, to Park City, UT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I was runner #2 and my first leg was 6.7 miles.&amp;nbsp; I felt really good and my van was really AWESOME support!&amp;nbsp; I ran a 10 minute mile and finished in 68 minutes (Garmin said I ran 6.8 miles).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;After our van finished our first leg, we headed up to the next exchange for some rest and food.&amp;nbsp; They had massage therapists up there, and I got a 10 minute massage - it was so FREAKING awesome!&amp;nbsp; She found some drainage points on my feet to help the poor pregnant lady's swollen legs and feet.&amp;nbsp; LOVED IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The second&amp;nbsp;round of running came around 5:30pm.&amp;nbsp; It was HOT!&amp;nbsp; I ran my leg (3 miles) at about 6:30pm and did 10 minute miles again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;After the van finished (it was almost 9pm when we were done), we headed up to the next major exchange and tried to get some sleep.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure we got there after 11:30pm and then we had to be up and ready for our last runs at 4:30am.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I got 1.5 hours of sleep... in maybe 15-20 minute intervals.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My last run started just before 6:30am.&amp;nbsp; I had only 3.3 miles to run... but it was seriously the HARDEST run that I have ever done in my LIFE!&amp;nbsp; I had no energy for my run after such a crappy night's sleep, plus just being drained from the day before and not having "real" food to refuel with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Our van finished and then went up to the finish line to wait for Van 2 to come in, so that we could all run across the finish line together.&amp;nbsp; Our team officially finished in 33:59:29.&amp;nbsp; Thirty-four FREAKING hours!&amp;nbsp; It was insane... but so much fun.&amp;nbsp; I really didn't think that I would have as much fun as I did, especially with not knowing ANYONE on the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Will I do it again next year?&amp;nbsp; I don't think so.&amp;nbsp; The rumor is that they will have DOUBLE the amount of people running, and I thought it was out of control with as many people as they had this year (around 20,000).&amp;nbsp; So maybe I'll look into doing another Ragnar somewhere else, like Vegas or Arizona or Southern California.&amp;nbsp; Who knows?&amp;nbsp; It was awesome, and I'd like to do it again... but just with less people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And instead of posting a billion pictures on here, I'll give you the link to my small album on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=224129&amp;amp;id=528698832&amp;amp;l=7c7496eab1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=224129&amp;amp;id=528698832&amp;amp;l=7c7496eab1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. I couldn't believe how many pregnant women I saw running - farther along in their pregnancies than me, and running tougher legs!&amp;nbsp; Pregnant runners RULE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-8816525173277254393?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8816525173277254393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=8816525173277254393&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8816525173277254393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/8816525173277254393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/06/wasatch-back.html' title='Wasatch Back'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6114376695552043412</id><published>2010-06-17T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:41:43.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Check out this monster that I ran up in Edmonds, WA on Monday morning (just ignore the incredibly stupid look on my face - I don't know what I was doing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TBqWCtiOE0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Nxaeh0-yXTA/s1600/P1010620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TBqWCtiOE0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Nxaeh0-yXTA/s640/P1010620.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We just got back last night from our trip to the Seattle area and I'm leaving in less than an hour for the Ragnar Relay tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited - and bummed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://itjustlookslikeslowmotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isn't able to run on my team anymore and I don't know anyone on the team.&amp;nbsp; But it will still be an adventure and hopefully I make 11 new friends!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll&amp;nbsp;have a full report on Sunday or Monday.&amp;nbsp; I hope I don't die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6114376695552043412?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6114376695552043412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6114376695552043412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6114376695552043412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6114376695552043412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/06/speaking-of-hills.html' title='Speaking of Hills'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TBqWCtiOE0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Nxaeh0-yXTA/s72-c/P1010620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-1304406833128116833</id><published>2010-06-10T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:26:00.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Run Up Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After Saturday's run in the heat, I decided to try running in the morning before work.&amp;nbsp; I got out Tuesday and Wednesday morning, but not today.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to run in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Tuesday morning I ran only 2 miles, but I threw a nasty hill into it.&amp;nbsp; Up and over and at the bottom was exactly a mile, so I turned right around and went back up and over again.&amp;nbsp; When I turned around I "merged" with a group of three other ladies running up.&amp;nbsp; And then they each had to stop to walk at different points.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;TAKE THAT!!&amp;nbsp; The pregnant chick is &lt;u&gt;running&lt;/u&gt; up and over the hill!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; One of the ladies caught me on the downhill... but I'm not going to let fly on the way down and risk tripping.&amp;nbsp; So whatever lady - you can claim that, if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday morning was 3 miles on a different route.&amp;nbsp; I still had a hill, but it was less steep and over a longer distance (probably a half mile to the top).&amp;nbsp; My legs were really quite sore yesterday, which was weird.&amp;nbsp; I always run that hill... it's my normal running route up to the lake.&amp;nbsp; But the legs are feeling good today and I'll be running tomorrow morning again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I don't know if I will be able to get any more runs in before Ragnar (we're going out of town) and I am&amp;nbsp;stressing out.&amp;nbsp; I am NOT prepared for this.&amp;nbsp; But it will be an adventure and I'm still excited for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-1304406833128116833?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1304406833128116833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=1304406833128116833&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1304406833128116833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1304406833128116833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-run-up-hills.html' title='I Run Up Hills'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-2227451936001029866</id><published>2010-06-07T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:11:06.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for the well wishes with our baby girl.&amp;nbsp; It's so funny, because as we went into the doctor's appointment, we were both sure that it was going to be a boy.&amp;nbsp; But we are SO excited for this baby.&amp;nbsp; We really didn't have a preference and all we want is a healthy baby.&amp;nbsp; Is that too much to ask for?&amp;nbsp; (By the way, this was an early look at the baby, and we go back in&amp;nbsp;a few&amp;nbsp;weeks for the big 20 week ultrasound where they look at all of the fingers and toes and heart and lungs... and there is still a&amp;nbsp;small chance&amp;nbsp;that Baby Girl could&amp;nbsp;turn into a Baby Boy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Saturday morning I went out with plans for a 10K run (I've got the Wasatch Back relay in less than two weeks and I am NOT prepared for it!).&amp;nbsp; But the weather decided to turn into summer over the weekend I wasn't ready for the heat.&amp;nbsp; So I crapped out and only did a 5K.&amp;nbsp; But at least I got out there, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It was a slower pace.&amp;nbsp; I had to walk after 2 miles, to make sure that I didn't overheat.&amp;nbsp; Next time I go out, I will go a couple of hours earlier.&amp;nbsp; Dang Utah&amp;nbsp;weather decided to go from the 60s to the upper 80s over the last 4 days and I really don't do well in the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TA00L-cB5ZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Ct25iNk32sg/s1600/run.6.5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TA00L-cB5ZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Ct25iNk32sg/s400/run.6.5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-2227451936001029866?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2227451936001029866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=2227451936001029866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2227451936001029866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/2227451936001029866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-legs.html' title='Hot Legs'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TA00L-cB5ZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Ct25iNk32sg/s72-c/run.6.5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-7625160904681544123</id><published>2010-06-04T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:11:57.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TAlBxsh3FqI/AAAAAAAAA74/lviVIK6LZHQ/s1600/P1010591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TAlBxsh3FqI/AAAAAAAAA74/lviVIK6LZHQ/s400/P1010591.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so excited that I can't even see straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-7625160904681544123?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7625160904681544123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=7625160904681544123&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7625160904681544123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7625160904681544123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/06/its.html' title='It&apos;s A...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TAlBxsh3FqI/AAAAAAAAA74/lviVIK6LZHQ/s72-c/P1010591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-5886010126717020767</id><published>2010-06-01T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:48:54.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Weeks and 5 Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love three day weekends!&amp;nbsp; And while I didn't do much (that's always the best part of a holiday, right?), I did get out and ran 5 miles yesterday morning.&amp;nbsp; I ran from my house, to my parent's house and&amp;nbsp;then they made me breakfast.&amp;nbsp; I felt really good and got stopped only twice along the way.&amp;nbsp; The first was a stop light that took FOREVER to change!&amp;nbsp; Holy crap - I'm pretty sure that I wasted a minute and a half just waiting for the light to change!&amp;nbsp; It totally killed that mile, as I had just come off a STEEP downhill and had been really cruising!&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The other stop was at a small pasture where a momma horse and her super cute little filly were.&amp;nbsp; So I had to stop and making kissing noises at the baby and try to coax it over to me.&amp;nbsp; It didn't work, so I started running again.&amp;nbsp; Stingy little filly.&amp;nbsp; By the way - I'm a BIG TIME sucker for horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TAVHyaqZAnI/AAAAAAAAA7o/bAmJ5QLxF_s/s1600/run.5.31.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TAVHyaqZAnI/AAAAAAAAA7o/bAmJ5QLxF_s/s400/run.5.31.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In other things - check out the belly!&amp;nbsp; And just so you know, this "belly" is mostly just my insides being pushed up (and out).&amp;nbsp; And I've been feeling "Baby" move for the last couple of days.&amp;nbsp; It's a VERY weird feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TAVHS6nW-TI/AAAAAAAAA7g/tjF6wgc8t9I/s1600/P1010581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TAVHS6nW-TI/AAAAAAAAA7g/tjF6wgc8t9I/s400/P1010581.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-5886010126717020767?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5886010126717020767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=5886010126717020767&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5886010126717020767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/5886010126717020767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/06/15-weeks-and-5-miles.html' title='15 Weeks and 5 Miles'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/TAVHyaqZAnI/AAAAAAAAA7o/bAmJ5QLxF_s/s72-c/run.5.31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6842298932749107296</id><published>2010-05-27T10:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:28:23.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Motion Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Last night, I ran with &lt;a href="http://itjustlookslikeslowmotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (from &lt;a href="http://itjustlookslikeslowmotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It Just &lt;em&gt;Looks&lt;/em&gt; Like Slow Motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; We've been friends since high school (Christy graduated the year before me).&amp;nbsp; We were in choir together and sat next to each other for a year.&amp;nbsp; I loved the girl then and I still love the girl now.&amp;nbsp; Last night was the first time that we had seen each other for EIGHT years.&amp;nbsp; CRAZY!&amp;nbsp; We found each other again a couple of years ago through our personal blogs and discovered that we both had picked up running at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Christy has been a pretty big inspiration in my running.&amp;nbsp; We're almost exactly the same pace (she thinks that I'm faster than her, and I think that she is faster than me) and we've done a lot of the same distances (yeah, I've done more half marathons than her, but she did a FULL marathon in January and plans to do&amp;nbsp;THREE more this fall/winter!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, last night I met her at my favorite running path.&amp;nbsp; It's almost exactly a 5K around this man-made lake near my house.&amp;nbsp; It rolls a little, but the path is great and it's really pretty up there (except when you are eating bugs, like we were last night - and when I got in my car and looked in the mirror, I had a bug plastered under my eye - Christy, why didn't you tell me this??) and it has never gotten boring for me.&amp;nbsp; So we went around once and we were both suffering.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty hilarious.&amp;nbsp; I never, EVER talk during runs like I did with her and it&amp;nbsp;had a major affect on&amp;nbsp;my breathing, which made me work a lot harder than I wanted to.&amp;nbsp; And she is still trying to acclimate to the altitude.&amp;nbsp; We just kept laughing at how pathetic it was.&amp;nbsp; But we're going to meet up again next week!&amp;nbsp; I already can't wait!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And I'll have to run more before then, so I don't look as pathetic.&amp;nbsp; Anything that I can use for motivation, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6842298932749107296?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6842298932749107296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6842298932749107296&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6842298932749107296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6842298932749107296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/slow-motion-running.html' title='Slow Motion Running'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4447997318035547935</id><published>2010-05-24T09:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:49:53.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Traffic 5K/10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Race day 5:50am: wake up to alarm and the sound of pouring rain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;6:30am: breakfast is digesting (peanut butter on whole wheat toast, if you really wanted to know) and we're waiting for my dad to pick us up (us being me and the hubby).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;7:30am: arrive at the race&amp;nbsp;finish line&amp;nbsp;to pick up our packets.&amp;nbsp; Skullcandy earbuds in bag.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Rain has stopped but it is chilly (in the 40's).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;8am: race director talks about the cause and thanks everyone for coming out.&amp;nbsp; Then we are divided into the 5K groups and 10K groups and lead to our different starting lines.&amp;nbsp; Different, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;8:08am: horn sounds and me and my dad start.&amp;nbsp; The hubby is running the 5K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So the route for the race is along the outside of a park in downtown Salt Lake City.&amp;nbsp; The 5K goes around 2 times and the 10K goes around 4 times.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty boring, but nice at the same time.&amp;nbsp; It was totally flat which made me really like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The rain stayed away for the entire race and on the second lap, I had to peel off my rain jacket and throw it on the trunk of the car as we ran past it.&amp;nbsp; That was kind of fun, since I knew that when the hubby was done with his race, he would go to the car and get the camera and put our jackets away (instead of throwing it on the ground and hoping no body walked off with it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lap 3, I had to warn the hubby that I was coming past him (he wasn't paying attention and still putting the jackets away and grabbing the camera) - I always clap to get his attention so that I don't have to waste breath yelling at him.&amp;nbsp; He snapped a photo and I was on my last time around.&amp;nbsp; I would see him again in about 12 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_qeWlK1FAI/AAAAAAAAA7I/NLXmGe-JRDk/s1600/P1010573a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_qeWlK1FAI/AAAAAAAAA7I/NLXmGe-JRDk/s400/P1010573a.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(No, my stomach isn't as weird looking as that, I had a support belt wrapped around me - the baby decided to push all of my innards up and out on Friday, so I've got a nice little pooch now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For the entire race, my dad and I had stayed within 10 yards of each other and as my "finish line" song came on my iPod, I hit the gas.&amp;nbsp; I thought for sure that my dad would keep up with me (he always does - actually, he usually BEATS me in every race that we run together).&amp;nbsp; But I ended up coming in almost exactly a minute ahead of him.&amp;nbsp; I picked off a few girls that had been in front of me the whole race in those last 3 minutes and as I turned off the "loop" to the finish line area, I really took off.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure I made one girl mad by saying, "Race ya!" as I sprinted past in the last 15 yards of the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hubby&amp;nbsp;was there to cheer for me with his sister and her husband, who also ran the 5K.&amp;nbsp; The finish sprint picture didn't turn out.&amp;nbsp; Totally blurry.&amp;nbsp; I guess I'm just too fast for the camera to catch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finish time: 1:00:23 on Garmin and Garmin said that I ran 6.44.&amp;nbsp; Official time said 1:00:48.&amp;nbsp; 11th in my age group.&amp;nbsp; 23rd overall.&amp;nbsp; This was another small race (about 350 runners in both the 5K and 10K).&amp;nbsp; Small races are more fun for me... I like finishing within the top 25, it makes me feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; The hubby is fast and came in 3rd in his age group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_qeC5S3nyI/AAAAAAAAA7A/YZY8Gxi20cQ/s1600/P1010577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_qeC5S3nyI/AAAAAAAAA7A/YZY8Gxi20cQ/s400/P1010577.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4447997318035547935?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4447997318035547935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4447997318035547935&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4447997318035547935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4447997318035547935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/stop-traffic-5k10k.html' title='Stop Traffic 5K/10K'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_qeWlK1FAI/AAAAAAAAA7I/NLXmGe-JRDk/s72-c/P1010573a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-6276094450555480407</id><published>2010-05-17T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:45:16.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, ugh, UGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"I've lost my mojo!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_G4qrr5fZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Qe02QMCyUpw/s1600/apmojo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_G4qrr5fZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Qe02QMCyUpw/s400/apmojo.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I keep hoping and hoping that I will have the desire to run again, but so far... I still don't want to do it.&amp;nbsp; I get home from work and just want to lay around.&amp;nbsp; I don't really FEEL tired, but maybe I am?&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure it's all in my head though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On Saturday, I told myself that I was going to run 7 miles.&amp;nbsp; I didn't.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I need to run 4 miles... and I am&amp;nbsp;already coming up with excuses not to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I have a 10K to run on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I'm not prepared, but I'm not worried about it.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure that's my problem.&amp;nbsp; When I signed up, I said that I would do it "just for fun" and not worry about my time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It will be interesting to see how slowly I do it, or if I get caught up in the "race" and end up hurting myself.&amp;nbsp; I've been known to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But - I'm not worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-6276094450555480407?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6276094450555480407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=6276094450555480407&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6276094450555480407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/6276094450555480407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/ugh-ugh-ugh.html' title='Ugh, ugh, UGH!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_G4qrr5fZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Qe02QMCyUpw/s72-c/apmojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-984285151761817794</id><published>2010-05-11T16:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:58:01.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Pitiful Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been letting the weather be an excuse to skip runs for the last week.&amp;nbsp; Last night, the hubby wanted to run together, so we got in our gear and were ready to head up to our 3 mile trail and it started to rain.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to give up so easy (actually, I really did, but I know that I need to run if I have a 10K race next weekend!), so we went over to our little clubhouse to take turns on the Dreadmill.&amp;nbsp; Oh treadmill - how I LOATHE thee!!!&amp;nbsp; I made Hubby go first, because he's a faster runner than me and I am really pathetic on a treadmill.&amp;nbsp; Those numbers get in my head and I get WAY too hot and start to freak out.&amp;nbsp; It's quite funny to watch (or so he tells me).&amp;nbsp; So I get on the recumbent bike and plug in a 20-minute program.&amp;nbsp; I went 4 miles in 20-minutes and I thought that was pretty pathetic (yes, I do have a road bike and love to cycle - I've done a few organized rides with my husband and dad - 70 miles being the longest ride).&amp;nbsp; And then when I got on the treadmill I made it 3 minutes before I had to jump off and use the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; Hooray for pregnancy!&amp;nbsp; And then... I made it 12 more minutes before I gave up.&amp;nbsp; I went a whopping 1.5 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Treadmill: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whitney: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And yet, I still think that if I had a treadmill in my own home, I would use it all the time and would be able to go longer.&amp;nbsp; And I really think that I could.&amp;nbsp; Because I could zone out to a movie (like say, Ironman or Lord of the Rings or Finding Nemo!) on my own TV, instead of whatever crap is on the 13 inch screen attached to the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-984285151761817794?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/984285151761817794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=984285151761817794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/984285151761817794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/984285151761817794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/poor-pitiful-me.html' title='Poor Pitiful Me'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4861150318024334844</id><published>2010-05-04T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T13:32:26.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yowza!&amp;nbsp; Look at that graph!&amp;nbsp; Last night's run was tough - made even worse by the wind.&amp;nbsp; But at least I got out there and did something, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S-ByTF7kqGI/AAAAAAAAA5s/y-Ip511Qj9E/s1600/run.5.3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S-ByTF7kqGI/AAAAAAAAA5s/y-Ip511Qj9E/s400/run.5.3.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;That biggest dip just after the first mile was completed was coming downhill, into a bridge tunnel and the wind was so strong it felt like I was running in place.&amp;nbsp; Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My pace was all over the place.&amp;nbsp; Mile 2 I got an awesome stitch on my right side, but was trying to keep up with my husband... so I just kept going.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to exhale when my left foot hit the ground, but it wasn't working and I was breathing too hard (and not in a rhythm) for it to work.&amp;nbsp; Anyone have a good tip for getting rid of a side stitch, without walking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4861150318024334844?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4861150318024334844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4861150318024334844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4861150318024334844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4861150318024334844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/wind-of-change.html' title='Wind of Change'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S-ByTF7kqGI/AAAAAAAAA5s/y-Ip511Qj9E/s72-c/run.5.3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3700017455218106608</id><published>2010-05-03T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:32:41.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I signed up for another 10K race on Friday.&amp;nbsp; It's on Saturday the 22nd in downtown Salt Lake City.&amp;nbsp; It's called the &lt;a href="http://www.pros-pect.com/web/operation-61/sponsor"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop Traffic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; race and the entry money goes to helping rescue victims of human trafficking around the world.&amp;nbsp; I'd say that's a pretty good cause for my $25, right?&amp;nbsp; Plus, another technical race shirt?&amp;nbsp; I'm in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I haven't run since the Earth Day 10K that I did... I guess I better get out there again tonight!&amp;nbsp; 6 weeks until the Wasatch Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;If anyone wants to know - I'm 11 weeks now and still feel fabulous!&amp;nbsp; I'm getting really lucky with this pregnancy and have had no symptoms, for which I'm grateful.&amp;nbsp; We get to hear the heartbeat on Wednesday and I can't wait!&amp;nbsp; Since I don't have symptoms reminding me that I'm pregnant, it's easy to kind of forget and just go along with my life (also it's easy to freak out that nothing is happening inside of me - but I try to stay away from those thoughts).&amp;nbsp; Wednesday will be very exciting for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3700017455218106608?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3700017455218106608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3700017455218106608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3700017455218106608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3700017455218106608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-race.html' title='Another Race'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3179498729851166299</id><published>2010-04-22T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:40:17.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have completed my first 10K race.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a harder course than I thought and I'm ashamed to say it: I walked.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For about 20 seconds (I had to readjust my stupid jacket that was tied around my waist - it had my cell phone in it and was bouncing all over the place - I solved that problem by shoving it down my shorts).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This course had a LOT of elevation change and Mile 4 had 2 freaking steep hills in a row.&amp;nbsp; BUT!&amp;nbsp; I plowed up and didn't walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Automatic PR of 59:58.&amp;nbsp; And I was pumped that I made it under an hour with those stupid hills.&amp;nbsp; Go me!&amp;nbsp; I even came in 6th in my age group and only 22nd overall.&amp;nbsp; I love small races!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S9D169-jWeI/AAAAAAAAA40/-2nwU-SkmZQ/s1600/P1010554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S9D169-jWeI/AAAAAAAAA40/-2nwU-SkmZQ/s400/P1010554.JPG" tt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I like that I look like I'm dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3179498729851166299?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3179498729851166299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3179498729851166299&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3179498729851166299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3179498729851166299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-10k.html' title='Earth Day 10K'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S9D169-jWeI/AAAAAAAAA40/-2nwU-SkmZQ/s72-c/P1010554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-1332641873135088687</id><published>2010-04-19T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:31:47.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake City 1/2 Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This was my fourth appearance at the SLC1/2.&amp;nbsp; Four years ago, this was my very first race that I had ever done, and now I have a hard time missing it.&amp;nbsp; It's become a tradition of sorts with my family, but this year had the least amount of participation from Family B.&amp;nbsp; Just me, my sister and her husband, and my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The night before the race, I had a hard time falling asleep.&amp;nbsp; I get really wound up about this race for some reason.&amp;nbsp; So I think that I got MAYBE 6 hours - which isn't too big of a deal, but I normally get over 8, plus I'm pregnant, so I like my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anywho, when we get up to the starting area, we have about 15 minutes before the race would start, so we jumped in the CRAZY port-a-potty lines.&amp;nbsp; Good heavens, every year that I do this race, the support and planning just get worse and worse.&amp;nbsp; I keep telling myself that I'm not going to do it anymore because I'm so fed up with how much they charge as an entry fee - and then they have the WORST support of any race that I've participated in.&amp;nbsp; I mean, what kind of an idiot doesn't plan to have enough CUPS at water stations?!&amp;nbsp; It was absolutely ridiculous - plus they were short on port-a-potties at EVERY station along the route.&amp;nbsp; There were lines that were more than 20 people long.&amp;nbsp; I'm oretty sure those people lost MINUTES from their time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So I'm in the Honey Bucket line when the gun goes off.&amp;nbsp; Usually, once this happens, 80% of the people ditch from line to start running - but this year that didn't happen.&amp;nbsp; I guess everyone is catching on to the fact that it is chip-timed and your time doesn't start with the gun.&amp;nbsp; So 11 minutes after the gun, I cross the start line and head out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Miles 1-6, I kept up with my sister and we stayed right near a 9-minute mile.&amp;nbsp; The Mile 4 aid station had run out of cups when we came by and they had the coolers on their shoulders telling people to run under to get a drink.&amp;nbsp; Seriously??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Miles 7-11,&amp;nbsp;nothing much to say but I still can't believe how many people we have to bob and weave around.&amp;nbsp; I lost my sister at the Mile 8 water station where I had to come to a complete stop and wait for at least 45 seconds while they filled up a cup for me.&amp;nbsp; Are you SERIOUS?!?&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't have waited, but I had just choked down my GU and NEEDED to get rid of the thickness in my mouth before I gagged on anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mile 12 was a steady incline that got progressively steeper.&amp;nbsp; I put my head down and told myself that I wouldn't walk like all of the wimps around me - but some people were running in front of me and then would stop and I had to hurry around them before I ran them over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mile 13 leveled out and my legs felt dead.&amp;nbsp; The last quarter mile of the race was good though because I saw my hubby and got pumped about having a new best time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;13.1 miles completed in 2:04:15!&amp;nbsp; 2 minutes faster than my previous best that I had set 4 weeks earlier!&amp;nbsp; Hooray for me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I guess the baby likes to run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S8y9Z0N1uwI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7yyi9Sb7DeA/s1600/raceproof02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S8y9Z0N1uwI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7yyi9Sb7DeA/s400/raceproof02.JPG" width="263" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-1332641873135088687?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1332641873135088687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=1332641873135088687&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1332641873135088687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/1332641873135088687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/04/salt-lake-city-12-marathon.html' title='Salt Lake City 1/2 Marathon'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S8y9Z0N1uwI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7yyi9Sb7DeA/s72-c/raceproof02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-4048335372453125055</id><published>2010-04-12T10:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:21:37.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Me Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday's run was BAD.&amp;nbsp; And now I am NOT looking forward to the race this Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I'm actually kind of scared for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, Saturday morning started with a yummy breakfast of eggs and toast.&amp;nbsp; The husband wanted to do a weight training DVD that we have, so we did that together and then we changed into our running gear and went out together.&amp;nbsp; Hubby only wanted to run 3 miles, so he did one lap of the lake with me (I kept up with him the whole time!) and then headed home.&amp;nbsp; I went for another lap and around 5.5 miles I started to suffer.&amp;nbsp; All of my energy was gone (used up in the first 4 miles, plus the 40 minute video full of squats and lunges).&amp;nbsp; Not the smartest move on my part, combining a long run with the weights, but I wanted to do both.&amp;nbsp; So I cut the third lap short and ended up running 8.5 miles, instead of the planned 10.&amp;nbsp; After the first 4 miles, my times got worse and worse as I did more and more walking.&amp;nbsp; My legs were dead and it was SO windy that my normal 10 minute-mile jog became a 12 minute shuffle.&amp;nbsp; BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This Saturday is probably my last half marathon for 2010.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of sad.&amp;nbsp; I really wanted to kill the course this year, but I know it isn't going to happen.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; I still have a 10K and the Wasatch Back Ragnar Relay to look forward to.&amp;nbsp; That 10K next week will be an automatic PR, no matter how slowly I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In pregnancy news, I have no symptoms to complain about.&amp;nbsp; I use the bathroom maybe a time or two more than normal during the day - but it isn't too big of a deal.&amp;nbsp; I always already going often from running and trying to drink plenty of water.&amp;nbsp; No nausea, no aversions to food (thank heaven!), and I haven't been tired... until Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I figure that's because I over did with the exercising, and now I'm still trying to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S8NIMzZvIbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/DUJNKwKUJNk/s1600/run.4.10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S8NIMzZvIbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/DUJNKwKUJNk/s400/run.4.10.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-4048335372453125055?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4048335372453125055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=4048335372453125055&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4048335372453125055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/4048335372453125055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/04/kill-me-now.html' title='Kill Me Now'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S8NIMzZvIbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/DUJNKwKUJNk/s72-c/run.4.10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-7063966697237217926</id><published>2010-04-08T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:02:02.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you like my little alien growing on the side?&amp;nbsp; It's special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The doctor gave me the okay to keep running.&amp;nbsp; He said, "Pregnancy is not an illness or an injury, so keep running like normal, eating like normal and acting like normal."&amp;nbsp; And I plan to.&amp;nbsp; I know now is not the time to start training for a marathon or anything crazy, but I'm excited that he so heartily told me to keep doing what I am doing.&amp;nbsp; He is a runner himself and seemed pretty proud of the fact that I had already run 2 half marathons while knowing that I'm expecting.&amp;nbsp; I already love my doctor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So tonight after work, I'll be running 4-5.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-7063966697237217926?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7063966697237217926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=7063966697237217926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7063966697237217926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/7063966697237217926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay.html' title='A-Okay'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101213520629450914.post-3470374025946044752</id><published>2010-04-05T10:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:02:26.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost That Lovin' Feelin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't been running.&amp;nbsp; Is it because of an injury?&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; Am I sick?&amp;nbsp; Not at all.&amp;nbsp; Burned out?&amp;nbsp; Maybe.&amp;nbsp; Pregnant?&amp;nbsp; Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously... I am pregnant.&amp;nbsp; It's crazy and exciting for us, since we'd been trying for a year.&amp;nbsp; We found out the night before the Shamrock 1/2 marathon (and I'm 100% sure that THAT was the reason for my PR).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Since the Riverton race, I haven't done anything.&amp;nbsp; I'm not having any pregnancy symptoms (that one episode of puking was NOT morning sickness, it was a result of taking a multi-vitamin on an extremely empty stomach), I'm not even tired... but I just have no motivation to run anymore.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure it's because I know that I can't go as hard as I wanted to anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The few people that I've told that are runners have said that they were advised NOT to run much during their pregnancy, so maybe I'm just preparing myself for the worst case senerio.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what the deal is, but I'm hoping that after my first appointment on Wednesday that I will have answers and I will find my desire to run again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Any suggestions for motivation?&amp;nbsp; Any advice on running during pregnancy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5101213520629450914-3470374025946044752?l=itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3470374025946044752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5101213520629450914&amp;postID=3470374025946044752&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3470374025946044752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5101213520629450914/posts/default/3470374025946044752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itswhatmovesme.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-that-lovin-feelin.html' title='Lost That Lovin&apos; Feelin&apos;'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660877279261482832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAuT2AIsjQI/S_MXf61TdlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/X2Ks4sL-kHk/S220/P1000042w.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
