<?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-6914990012219313762</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:06:52.412-07:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='sick'/><category term='race'/><category term='Training'/><category term='Injury'/><title type='text'>Girls Who Run - Kind Of....</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for girls that aspire to be runners!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2489537007802996360</id><published>2010-07-28T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:08:31.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A HOT Summer</title><content type='html'>I've been running here and there, and I see it's been more than a month since I've blogged about it!  None of my runs have been anything to speak of, and some of them have been as pathetic as a measly 1/2 mile before I crap out and head home.  I'm happy to say though that I've started doing the 30 Day Shred again.  Monday and Wednesday I ran about 8 minutes, and then did the "shred" routine.  Given how sore I am, I'd say my muscles definitely had gone flabby again!  It's so fascinating to me how someone can be a runner but not have much in the way of muscles (or at least that's how I am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms look better already, but I really feel like there's no hope for my abs.  At the very least, I like to think that I'm setting a good example for my daughter.  I love that she sees me panting and sweating and generally torturing myself...I want exercise to just be a fact of life for her, and I think I'm achieving that goal, which is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2489537007802996360?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2489537007802996360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2489537007802996360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2489537007802996360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2489537007802996360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-hot-summer.html' title='It&apos;s Been A HOT Summer'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4022100917000098446</id><published>2010-06-13T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:20:23.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Smart</title><content type='html'>92 degrees. 11am.  No breakfast.  No water. Just got back from Wal-Mart. Humidity is like a lead vest pressing down on you.  Let's go for a run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did 1 mile in 9:41.  I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past runs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/31-10:15-1 mile&lt;br /&gt;6/2-16:08-1.65 miles, 9:47 pace&lt;br /&gt;6/6-11:57-1.25 miles, 9:35 pace&lt;br /&gt;6/8-10:44-1.1 miles, 9:46 pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4022100917000098446?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4022100917000098446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4022100917000098446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4022100917000098446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4022100917000098446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-so-smart.html' title='Not So Smart'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1177268119987984859</id><published>2010-05-29T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T04:43:28.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>Runs this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/25-1.66 miles, 9:59 pace&lt;br /&gt;5/27-1.60 miles, 9:46 pace&lt;br /&gt;5/29-1.61 miles, 9:59 pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one was tough...it's hot and HUMID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1177268119987984859?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1177268119987984859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1177268119987984859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1177268119987984859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1177268119987984859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4249391549978518554</id><published>2010-04-16T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:54:09.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Work Run</title><content type='html'>I didn't get home from work until almost 7pm today, so the sun was mostly down and the weather was pleasant enough (a mere 83 degrees plus some stickiness).  I was definitely tired since working at a bank means you are on your feet a lot of the day.  I did 1.51 miles with no walking so I was definitely happy with that.  My left ankle and shin were tight again but nowhere near as bad as yesterday.  My pace was 10:02, not great but I'll take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4249391549978518554?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4249391549978518554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4249391549978518554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4249391549978518554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4249391549978518554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-work-run.html' title='After Work Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1781167910973656857</id><published>2010-04-15T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:23:32.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Worst Pain Ever....</title><content type='html'>Today is a beautiful day and Moxie and I eagerly headed out for our first run in a while without pushing Laura.  At about 1/2 mile, my left ankle/shin started hurting.  Certainly not the worst pain ever (that list goes: 1. childbirth 2. falling down the stairs and spraining my ankle 3. my car accident 4. falling while running track and standing up with no skin on either knee) but it definitely did not feel good.  I can't tell what the primary problem is though.  I think my ankle is acting up because it has a lot less range of motion than usual, and perhaps that is causing my shin to feel tight.  I stopped running and tried to move my ankle around and stretch it out, but that HURT!  I started again and stopped at 3/4 miles and gimped it all the way home.  What a let down.  My breathing felt great and I was imagining a 2+mile day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I didn't write about my last two runs: 2 miles each on Saturday and Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1781167910973656857?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1781167910973656857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1781167910973656857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1781167910973656857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1781167910973656857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-worst-pain-ever.html' title='Not The Worst Pain Ever....'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-349362952268612013</id><published>2010-04-08T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:33:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tough Mile</title><content type='html'>Put in another mile today after work, with Laura and Moxie.  Pretty crazy wind and once again I was dragging the whole time.  What has happened to me?  I did 1.01 miles in 9:49, at least the pace is better than yesterday, and I didn't stop at all.  Still, I feel miserable while I run and I hate that I'm losing progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-349362952268612013?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/349362952268612013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=349362952268612013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/349362952268612013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/349362952268612013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-tough-mile.html' title='Another Tough Mile'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8468932497629985049</id><published>2010-04-07T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:14:35.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Run In A LONG Time</title><content type='html'>Today was horrible.  I shouldn't even bother recording it.  I did one mile with Laura in the jogging stroller, and had to stop halfway through to catch my breath.  Pathetic!  My breathing is terrible and our allergies are on the rampage here, so I hope that's what effected me today.  My legs felt like lead, and I just couldn't find a groove today.  Took me 10:15 for my mile, just sad.  What happened to 2 miles just a few days ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add: I did cut the grass in the backyard after my run, so I guess at least my workout today wasn't too horrible.  Still, just one mile?  Yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8468932497629985049?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8468932497629985049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8468932497629985049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8468932497629985049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8468932497629985049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/04/worst-run-in-long-time.html' title='Worst Run In A LONG Time'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-6823834543701083390</id><published>2010-04-05T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:22:11.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>94 Degrees</title><content type='html'>That is how hot it was at 5pm when I ran.  I went after working all day (and therefore standing up all day).  I went to the park near my work that has a path, since it was on the way to Angela's house and she was graciously watching Laura for me (Spring Break but no daycare options makes working tough!)   My legs felt like lead and my breathing was terrible.  Surprised I made it the 1.5 miles that I did.  Ran it at a 9:56 pace.  Hope my next run is better...can't believe it's so hot already when it was so chilly just a few weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-6823834543701083390?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6823834543701083390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=6823834543701083390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6823834543701083390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6823834543701083390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/04/94-degrees.html' title='94 Degrees'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1448534492190207219</id><published>2010-04-03T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:22:52.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Run</title><content type='html'>Today was basically the perfect running weather: cool, slightly overcast, no humidity, no wind.  Like I said-perfect!  I wore the new tank top Patty sent me, and it's perfect too.  I LOVE running in tank tops, and this one is awesome.  It's light, comfy, and I love the color.  Laura was sleeping over at the neighbor's house, so I got to run without the jogging stroller which was great.  I went for 2 miles and did a 9:47 pace.  Moxie was happy to be out, although I noticed she was breathing heavily-she is feeling the effects of my work schedule too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt great to be out today, although right after I walked in the door I got the call that Laura's stomach was hurting, so now I'm not sure what our Saturday will bring.  At least I got a run in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1448534492190207219?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1448534492190207219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1448534492190207219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1448534492190207219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1448534492190207219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-basically-perfect-running.html' title='Saturday Morning Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-5567367960050223225</id><published>2010-03-31T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:57:41.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail Running</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was at Ft. Bragg and decided to go check out a trail that a friend had told me about.  I found it easily but just as I arrived, about 75 soldiers were lining up for a ruck march.  I checked with one nice young man, and he confirmed it was okay for me to run, and that I wouldn't be interrupting their training.  The bad part was that I had to run past all of them as I started out--I'm sure you can only imagine what a nice clip I was running at first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run exclusively on roads, so it was such a pleasant change to be on a trail.  This trail seems to be pretty sandy but it had just rained, so it wasn't too difficult to run on.  My shoes got pretty dirty, but it was a lot of fun.  Plenty of natural dips on the course, and I ran up one decent hill before stopping to take my jacket off and turning around.  I ran 2.4 miles which is a good run for me, and if Ft. Bragg wasn't so far I could see myself going to run that trail every single time.  On a hot day running in the shade of all of those trees would be fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept expecting to come upon the marching soldiers, so I forced myself to keep running even though I wanted to walk.  My pace was slower than I expected (10:17) but I guess that's okay for a trail.  When I finished all of the soldiers were still at the start of the trail, so I cut through the woods to avoid having to run past them while all red-faced, sweaty, and gasping for breath.  I'm sure they thought I was crazy, but at least I felt like my dignity and appearance as an actual runner was intact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-5567367960050223225?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5567367960050223225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=5567367960050223225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5567367960050223225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5567367960050223225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/03/trail-running.html' title='Trail Running'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7802700619556650468</id><published>2010-03-23T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:15:01.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly But Surely</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm making progress getting back into my running routine.  I work a short(er) day today  so I was able to get out this morning.  I did 1.76 miles in 17:20, which was a 9:52 pace.  Not too bad considering the wind was so strong that my eyes were watering even with sunglasses on.  I also ran on Sunday, with Laura in the jogging stroller, for 1.5 miles.  No stopping to walk today, which is always a plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7802700619556650468?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7802700619556650468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7802700619556650468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7802700619556650468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7802700619556650468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/03/slowly-but-surely.html' title='Slowly But Surely'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-3912253442201430287</id><published>2010-03-19T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:58:44.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heating Up</title><content type='html'>Mid-March has arrived and just as I hoped, so did some warmer weather.  It is so pleasant today, and Moxie enjoyed basking on the deck for several hours after I got home from work (short day today!)  The thing I always forget though, is just how hard it is to run in the direct sunlight, and how a pleasant day with temps in the low 70's can be just horrible for a runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was without Laura today and thought surely I would go farther and faster than yesterday.  I did go farther, but only by a 1/2 mile.  And I'm pretty sure I went slower too.  But at least I got out there, and hopefully I'll go out at least once this weekend.  I was so mad that there were so many people out in the neighborhood today at 1:30 (don't these people have jobs!?!?) because it's hard to run slowly and gasp for breath when people are watching. I think I did an ample job of convincing some of them that I'm a legitimate runner.  The UPS guy though: he knows my secret.  He passed me right as I stopped my run, and I'm sure I looked like I was about to faint and vomit all at the same time.  So much for keeping up pretenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:48 time, 1.5 miles, 9:58 pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-3912253442201430287?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3912253442201430287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=3912253442201430287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3912253442201430287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3912253442201430287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/03/heating-up.html' title='Heating Up'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8389743908192166705</id><published>2010-03-18T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:57:43.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crummy Run</title><content type='html'>It's been over a week since my last run, and I seem to have lost all ability to run.  My breathing hasn't been all that great for the last few weeks, mostly due to me stopping one of my asthma medications (Advair).  I read an article in the paper a month ago, talking about the fact that the FDA no longer wants people to take it regularly if they can help it.  Naturally that freaked me out and I stopped taking it (still haven't been able to get in to see the doctor to get a replacement medication) and my breathing has been really off since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bad breathing, plus Laura in the stroller and a nearly frantic Moxie by my side made for an awful run.  We did about a 1/2 mile before a small dog broke free from it's owners grasp and made a beeline for Moxie.  What is it with small dogs trying to attack Moxie?  It was so ridiculous how hard it was for the owners to recapture it-we eventually had to stop running completely and stand still for about 3 minutes while they corralled it.  The breather was nice, but I really hadn't wanted to stop.  Once I started back up, I realized my watch hadn't restarted, so I may have gone a tiny bit farther than what it showed.  Too bad it wasn't a mile farther.  I finished up, exhausted, gasping for breath, bitter over my 1.05 mile run.  Grr.  (Plus side: 9:39 pace)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8389743908192166705?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8389743908192166705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8389743908192166705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8389743908192166705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8389743908192166705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/03/crummy-run.html' title='Crummy Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8217360695542294952</id><published>2010-03-09T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:23:55.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Run</title><content type='html'>My bank training is in full swing, but I got off at 4pm today so I was able to do a quick run.  My friend who is watching Laura was at the park with the kids and offered to bring Laura back home for me, so I gladly accepted.  I felt like the pressure was on to be done with my run quickly so that I was back home before they got there.  The weather was absolutely gorgeous today, and I felt so comfy in shorts and a t-shirt.  Since it had been a few days, plus my hurry to finish, I went out way too fast.  As in an 8:30 pace too fast!  I paid for it almost instantly, and was breathing heavily the whole time.   I stopped at 1.3 miles because I got back to my driveway and Moxie was pulling to go in the backyard.  I dropped her off and finished by myself, arriving back home just a few minutes before my friend arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 miles in 19:40 which was a 9:46 pace.  Now I can comfort myself that I got at least one run in this week.  It's a great feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8217360695542294952?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8217360695542294952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8217360695542294952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8217360695542294952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8217360695542294952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/03/afternoon-run.html' title='Afternoon Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8217496313208469584</id><published>2010-03-05T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:28:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Personal Victory!</title><content type='html'>Today I ran 2.5 miles, something I haven't done since April 7th of last year (yep, I checked my little book).  What a victory!  The down side is I don't know when I'll get to run again since I'll be working full time for the next two weeks while training for my new job.  It seems to be the story of my life...finally get to a point where things are improving (running wise) and then I'm forced to take time off for one reason or another, undoing all of my hard work.   Maybe the rest will at least be good for my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my run took 25:18, a 10:07 pace, and I didn't stop to walk at all.  I felt tired and slow the whole time, and really regretted wearing shorts (reminder: sun doesn't=warm) but I did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8217496313208469584?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8217496313208469584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8217496313208469584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8217496313208469584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8217496313208469584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/03/personal-victory.html' title='A Personal Victory!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-338637966973603467</id><published>2010-03-04T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:26:36.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Runs</title><content type='html'>I was so annoyed with my run on Tuesday that apparently I never even posted about it!  I had to seek refuge at the gym since it was cold and hailing.  The gym felt like it was about 100 degrees inside and all I could manage was one mile of running.  What a disaster!  Luckily a friend of mine who goes there confirms that it is kept extremely hot and she also finds it difficult to do any cardio.  Luckily it wasn't just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was able to get back to my roots-running outside.  It was clear, but still cold and windy.  I marvel that I was able to run in the 20 degree temps back in December, because it was 44 degrees today and I thought surely I would freeze to death!  I did warm up pretty quickly though and had to take off my gloves and long sleeved pullover.  I stopped to walk and stretch at the one mile mark, and I wasn't pleased that it took me at least 2 minutes to get running again.  My breathing hasn't felt as good as usual lately and it shows.  The plus side was my pace of 9:44.  I completed my 2.02 miles in 19:39.  I love seeing my pace get better, although should I ever run a race again I don't think I'll see such a nice time, since sadly they don't stop the clock when you stop to walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-338637966973603467?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/338637966973603467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=338637966973603467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/338637966973603467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/338637966973603467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-runs.html' title='Two Runs'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-5658136579660744770</id><published>2010-02-28T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:33:03.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Mile</title><content type='html'>I ran today with Laura in the jogging stroller and we all nearly got blown over by the wind!  Even with her jacket and blanket, Laura said she was freezing so I knew I had to be quick.  I decided to try a 'fast' mile so that I at least felt like I accomplished something.  I really was pushing myself hard the whole time, and was pleased to get a mile done in 9:14.  Since that was with 35+ pounds of kid and stroller, I think that's pretty darn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely couldn't have run another step once I finished, so don't be looking for that as my pace anytime soon.  But it's good to know I can do it!  Kind of tempted to do another mile sometime next week with just Moxie and see if I can get even lower.  Although for all I know, today could have been a fluke and maybe I shouldn't push my luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-5658136579660744770?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5658136579660744770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=5658136579660744770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5658136579660744770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5658136579660744770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-mile.html' title='Quick Mile'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8938095749604780340</id><published>2010-02-26T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:11:26.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Later</title><content type='html'>Luckily I can still run after taking a week off!  I don't think it helped that I did the 30 Day Shred yesterday and have thighs that are currently so sore I can barely walk down the stairs.  My knee felt okay-started out great and at about 1/2 mile it spoke up, just to say, "Hey, remember me?  Your knee that hurts sometimes?"  I told it that I remembered and kept on going.   Maybe it just wanted acknowledgment or something.  Made it to 1.25 miles and stopped to walk and stretch and finished out at 2 miles.  Not my best ever but glad that 2 miles now seems to be what I do as a minimum.   It was really cold today, about 34 degrees and the wind was just ridiculous.  Surprised I was able to keep up a decent pace.  Overall was 10:01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chased by that stupid miniature pincher again, and once again the owner was outside and did nothing-not even a half-hearted attempt to call the dog back.   The more nonchalant they act, the less guilty I'm going to feel one day when I snap and call animal control.  I wish we had running trails here where I could run without nearly being run over by cars or chased by loose dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8938095749604780340?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8938095749604780340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8938095749604780340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8938095749604780340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8938095749604780340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-week-later.html' title='One Week Later'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-74444287745945678</id><published>2010-02-19T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:59:26.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Without Moxie</title><content type='html'>Moxie is off getting a bath today and I decided to carry on without her.  It feels SO weird not holding a leash in my hand, and as odd as it sounds, I almost felt off-balance or something.  Not like I enjoy always reeling her back in when we run, but I'm definitely used to it.  Sadly I didn't manage to go much faster, so my theory of her holding me back isn't true.  It was so windy again today, and my left knee is still bothering me-although not enough to get me to stop running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran until 1.75 miles and stopped to walk and stretch, probably for a total of 2 minutes this time.  Usually I don't stop for so long, but I wanted to go put my gloves back on the porch.  It was definitely hard starting back up again after such a "long" break!  I finished out at 2.35 miles and did it in the same time as Wednesday (23:18).  My pace was 9:54 which is all thanks to the second part of my run. My pace up until I stopped was hovering around 10:05 but I managed to kick it up a notch for the last .6 miles.  Still, it looks good on paper, so I'm not complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-74444287745945678?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/74444287745945678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=74444287745945678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/74444287745945678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/74444287745945678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/running-without-moxie.html' title='Running Without Moxie'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8645181504070182521</id><published>2010-02-17T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:01:53.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Passed 2 Miles</title><content type='html'>Today I was finally able to push past that 2 mile mark.  It was insanely windy, and it's always a bad sign when no matter what direction you run, you're running into the wind.  I love seeing Moxie's fur get blown back by the wind, it makes her look so funny and provides a much needed diversion while I run.  I don't however enjoy how much I get blown around by the wind.  It's funny when it happens to Moxie, but not to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 1.75 miles and walked for about a minute and then finished out at 2.31 miles.  That was enough to make me happy, and with the wind, an overall pace of 10:06 really thrilled me.  It took just over 23 minutes.  Can't wait to keep (slowly) increasing my miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8645181504070182521?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8645181504070182521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8645181504070182521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8645181504070182521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8645181504070182521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-passed-2-miles.html' title='Finally Passed 2 Miles'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-6854461855243838972</id><published>2010-02-15T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:17:55.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Out Of Titles</title><content type='html'>It's hard to think up titles when you seem to do the same run day after day.  I did like that I got a tiny pun in there though, about running.  Ha ha.  Anyway, I did 2 miles again without walking.  I had planned on stopping to walk at about 1.75 miles and then trying to do an extra 1/2 mile to bump up my mileage, but something told me if I stopped all I was going to be able to manage was an extra 1/4 mile, and I'd rather do 2 straight than walk with 1/4 mile left.  So that's what I did.  Maybe I can do some extra mileage next time.  We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it took me 20:21 which was a 10:09 pace.  I'm okay with that.  It was pretty windy and when I attempted to do a last little sprint at the end (something drilled into me when I was a kid doing track and field) I basically went nowhere because it was so windy.  It was definitely a pathetic sprint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-6854461855243838972?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6854461855243838972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=6854461855243838972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6854461855243838972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6854461855243838972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/running-out-of-titles.html' title='Running Out Of Titles'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-3756470914739924729</id><published>2010-02-12T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:20:12.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Hurts</title><content type='html'>I've been in denial to myself that my left knee hurts, but it definitely does.  Luckily it's not bad at all, just persistent.  I took Wednesday off from running due to our incredible wind.  Downed trees everywhere and debris like you wouldn't believe...not to mention Moxie almost got blown away in the backyard!  I also skipped my 30 Day Shred yesterday since we were gone all day, so I had hoped that giving my knee a rest would clear things up.  Not totally, but it did help.  I'm also making a point to run with traffic in a few less traveled parts of the neighborhood, to hopefully even out the impact on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knee issues aside, this was one of my worst runs in a while.  The distance and time were fine, I just felt so awful.  Usually if I feel crummy I can power through and will feel okay once I stop, but this time just walking back to the house took all of my effort.  My breathing was awful and my stomach was not feeling so great.  At least I managed to finish, and I didn't do any walking breaks today.  Maybe that was the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:35, 2 miles even.  10:18 pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-3756470914739924729?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3756470914739924729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=3756470914739924729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3756470914739924729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3756470914739924729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/truth-hurts.html' title='The Truth Hurts'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-5172920645457370846</id><published>2010-02-08T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T07:29:04.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Miles Exactly</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just not ready yet for running two days in a row.  Moxie and I set out this morning and immediately I felt exhausted.  My lungs felt tight, and my legs were tired and sore.  Made it to 1.25 miles and walked for about a minute.  Finished out at 2 miles exactly.  Funny that just a few days ago I was saying I couldn't stop to walk...it seems to have become a habit already.  All I could think during the first leg was, "Just make it to the stop sign and you can walk".  I think that's all that got me through the first part of the run.  Definitely couldn't have done 2 miles if I hadn't taken that break.  I wonder if this will be something I do all the time.  I don't really mind, although I do want to get to the point where I can run several miles without stopping for any breaks.  Not sure why that is so important to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-5172920645457370846?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5172920645457370846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=5172920645457370846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5172920645457370846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5172920645457370846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-miles-exactly.html' title='2 Miles Exactly'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4463829042180003016</id><published>2010-02-07T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:24:53.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Run Takes The Cake</title><content type='html'>So today will go down in history as my closest call yet while running.  It's a beautiful, clear day and after all of our rain it was great to go out.  I had Laura in the jogging stroller and Moxie on my right, going against traffic as usual.  I was still doing my warm up walk and was walking up a small hill near our house when I heard a loud noise behind me.  I looked back to see two cars flying up behind me, driving next to each other!  I guess they were racing each other or something.  The one coming up behind me was an SUV and the driver slammed on his brakes and was able to stop in time (obviously). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few choice words for him, although being the sweet innocent thing I am, I don't think any of them were curse words.  He just sat there laughing at me which was just infuriating!  I did my run and wouldn't you know it, ran past the house he was parked at.  I memorized his license plate and when I got home called the non-emergency sheriff's number to report it.  The bad part is that the operator transferred me to 911 (huh?) and I had to give a full report including all of my info.  I requested that my information not be revealed should this person be found, but the operator didn't inspire much confidence that that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, in payment for reporting the fact that I almost got squished today, I get the unsettling feeling of wondering if crazy people are about to find out that I narced on them and get my address.  What a great run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 1.51 miles in 15:28.  10:18 pace.  Stopped to walk at 1.25 miles for about 45 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4463829042180003016?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4463829042180003016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4463829042180003016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4463829042180003016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4463829042180003016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-run-takes-cake.html' title='This Run Takes The Cake'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7077756538518363685</id><published>2010-02-05T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:11:00.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>The rain is coming down hard and I felt absolutely no desire to go in search of a treadmill today.  Instead I did day 6 of the 30 Day Shred.  At least it was some cardio and strength.  It doesn't seem to be getting much easier, although I did notice I was able to go a bit deeper into the lunges than I had been, and the whole workout didn't seem to drag on quite as long as usual.  The bummer is that my weight just keeps going up.  I know the number shouldn't matter, as long as you're fit, but I don't really notice a difference in my overall fitness yet, and seeing those numbers keep rising is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to do days 7 and 8 this weekend, and keep my fingers crossed that I can go back to running on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7077756538518363685?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7077756538518363685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7077756538518363685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7077756538518363685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7077756538518363685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1268877569259056070</id><published>2010-02-03T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:00:21.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Walk Or Not To Walk</title><content type='html'>I usually don't do walking breaks while running, only because once I stop to walk, I can never start again.  Today I gave it a shot though.  I ran 1.25 miles and had quite a stitch in my side, so I stopped and walked for about a minute.  I also stretched my calves a bit (or at least I tried to stretch them) and then I started back running.  It was really hard the first minute or so-my legs were resisting every step!  But I ended up going .8 more, so that was great.  My total time was 20:42 with a 10:05 pace (2.05 miles) which I was very pleased with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a question though-when you stop to walk, do you stop your watch?  I did, mostly because I didn't want my overall pace dropping (silly, I know) but I also didn't want the time or distance to count either. I don't start my watch during my workout until my running has started, and I know some people who start their watch right away, and include the warm up walk.   I guess it's up the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to add that I'm still doing the 30 Day Shred!  Yesterday was day 5 and it's as hard as ever.  I really like it though-it's a hard workout and I can tell it is already starting to change my body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1268877569259056070?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1268877569259056070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1268877569259056070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1268877569259056070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1268877569259056070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-walk-or-not-to-walk.html' title='To Walk Or Not To Walk'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8364831888115322944</id><published>2010-02-01T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:28:58.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Relief</title><content type='html'>Our weekend was full of snow and ice, and therefore, no runs.  Our yard was covered in ice the entire time, so I couldn't even send the dog and daughter outside to play.  48 hours of the 3 of us trapped in the house...it's a miracle we all survived.  School was canceled today but the roads were clear, so the three of us were able to head out for a run.  I don't know if I'm just that out of shape or if Laura is really getting heavier, but pushing her in the jogging stroller is just murder these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were actually a lot of people out walking their dogs so Moxie was pulling a lot.  One of our old "friends", a yippy white dog named Max came tearing out of his front yard to try to bite Moxie again.  No wonder Moxie likes big dogs so much-it seems like the tiny ones are always after her!  The same teenage/20 something kid from last time chased the dog down (all while keeping his cigarette in his mouth) and did apologize.  I really wasn't feeling very sympathetic and yelled that his dog was vicious, which in retrospect was probably the wrong thing to say.  It's true, the dog is vicious, but that probably only made the kid laugh.  I should have said something about calling animal control if his dog tries to bite mine again, but I was too winded to think properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we made it home, despite being chased later in the run by a miniature pincher.  I was happy to even have done a mile, so doing 1.26 in just 12:32 felt like quite a victory.  A 9:55 pace with the stroller is pretty good indeed.  And at the end of the walk, we saw our doggie friend Chloe (a boxer/pit bull mix) who is such a sweet dog.  She and Moxie greeted each other and I got to talk to a grown up for a few minutes.  Sweet relief, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8364831888115322944?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8364831888115322944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8364831888115322944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8364831888115322944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8364831888115322944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-relief.html' title='Sweet Relief'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-266346264496010253</id><published>2010-01-29T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:10:12.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Of Scenery</title><content type='html'>Today Moxie is at the vet getting a bath (just in time for the huge rain/ice storm we are supposed to have tonight!) so I figured I would try to run by Laura's school after I dropped her off.  It's in the older part of town and even has sidewalks and everything!  There are a fair amount of cars too, and I don't think Moxie would like that very much so I've never tried it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run would have been a lot better if it hadn't been so windy!  With the wind and cars whizzing by, my pace hovered around 11 minutes the whole time.  Yuck.  But it was a nice change to run somewhere else-my neighborhood is so boring!  It was weird though not knowing how far along in the run I was.  My usual route is so predictable that I usually know about how long I've been running depending on where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite some thigh pain from the 30 Day Shred, I managed to do 2 miles today.  I forgot to bring my new running shoes with me but was pleased that my legs didn't really bother me.  And I got a nice compliment from someone who called me just a few minutes after I got in the car.  She said I sounded great, like I hadn't run at all.  It got me thinking...I may not run fast or very far, but it is very true that I'm definitely in good enough shape to recover quickly from a 2 mile run.  It used to be that I would be dead for 30 minutes after a run.  Now I walk a little bit, stretch (thanks to encouragement from Patty!) and just go do my next thing.  That's definitely improvement!  Total time today, 22:15, 2.01 miles, 11:05 pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-266346264496010253?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/266346264496010253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=266346264496010253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/266346264496010253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/266346264496010253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-of-scenery.html' title='Change Of Scenery'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7888571142690641957</id><published>2010-01-26T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:34:35.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much To Say</title><content type='html'>Other than I did day 2 of the 30 Day Shred.  I can't tell if it was as hard as day 1.  My thighs have been killing me since Sunday, but I was able to do it all (save for a few short breaks at the end).  My arms are so pathetic, and my abs too.  I don't know if I'm even doing some of the exercises totally correct, but I sure do feel the burn!  I wish I was more flexible, but for now worrying about yoga or pilates will just have to wait.  Running and 30 Day Shred is enough for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7888571142690641957?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7888571142690641957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7888571142690641957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7888571142690641957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7888571142690641957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not Much To Say'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7662108398929708773</id><published>2010-01-25T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:06:41.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough With The Wind!</title><content type='html'>We had a crazy wind and rain storm last night, so crazy that at about 3am my daughter woke up calling me, begging to sleep in my bed.  That is a very rare occurrence at our house and I think it demonstrates just how windy it was.  The rain has gone and the streets are drying, but the wind remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also my first run with my new shoes, and came only about 12 hours after my first day of the 30 day shred.  My legs were pretty wobbly, so I decided I would allow myself to take it easy.  Too bad that running a shorter distance was still so difficult!  It didn't feel like an easy run AT ALL. I only did 1.3 miles and that was it.  I hate that my daily runs are the runs someone running a marathon would do to warm up.  I know everyone is different, and I've really come to accept that I'm just not built for running, but I wish I could make a little bit more progress than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to fall into self-pity!  I know I'll keep making progress if I keep with it.  I'm glad the run was short because my shins didn't have time to really bother me.  My calves were really tight and I think that's why my shins usually end up hurting.  I definitely need to figure out a way to strengthen my ankles and calves.  Hopefully my "shredding" will help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7662108398929708773?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7662108398929708773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7662108398929708773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7662108398929708773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7662108398929708773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/enough-with-wind.html' title='Enough With The Wind!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-6250293549942867094</id><published>2010-01-24T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:34:50.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Shred</title><content type='html'>I seem to go in cycles of fitness, and I'm once again back to being way too plump.  Running is great for my heart, lungs, and asthma, but it's not doing squat for my arms, stomach, or rear end.  So I gave in and decided to buy a workout DVD.  I chose the 30 Day Shred from one of the trainers from "The Biggest Loser", a show I've never watched but have always wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According the video, and all the die-hard fans, you're supposed to do it for 30 days straight.  I'll just say right now: that ain't happening.  I want to keep up with my running, and plus it just doesn't seem smart to me to work out for 30 days straight.  But that's just me.  I had a really busy day today and didn't have time until about 9pm to do the workout, but I was determined to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that I knew I was weak sauce, but I didn't realize I was that weak.  There are 3 different levels, and I of course started on level 1.  Each workout is 20 minutes, broken into 3 different circuits.  Each circuit is 3 minutes of strength, 2 minutes of cardio, and 1 minute of abs.  That sounds so easy on paper!  Well it just about killed me. It is seriously so tough!  I did the whole workout, but had to stop during a few of the arm exercises to rest (she said you can rest for 5 seconds if you have to).  I knew my arms are my weakest spot, and now they are just like jello after that workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely keep up with the video, it was a lot of good exercise crammed into 20 minutes.  I even made sure to take my "before" picture, which was inspiration enough to get cracking. I hope I'll see some results in a month or two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-6250293549942867094?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6250293549942867094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=6250293549942867094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6250293549942867094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6250293549942867094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-day-shred.html' title='30 Day Shred'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2431650275709275242</id><published>2010-01-22T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:20:51.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate The Treadmill</title><content type='html'>Today was such a crummy run!  It's still raining and wet, so I went to Ft. Bragg today in search of a treadmill to run on.  The first gym I went to was closed, and the resulting trek to find another gym was so frustrating.  The gym I finally found was boiling hot inside and I had to resist the urge to take all my clothes off-it was that hot.  Even worse, everything seemed to be bothering me-my ankles, my knees, my shins, my calves.  I thought for sure running on a treadmill would be easier on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran a mile at a 10:31 pace and had to stop and walk because my left shin was really killing me.  I think part of the problem is that my shoes are old, but it occurred to me that when I sprained my ankle in December it was a different sprain than I'm used to-it was more on the top of my ankle, not the side.  So it seems to get tight when I run which doesn't allow me to flex my foot all the way, which makes my calf and shin get really tight and painful.  I'm going to try to search out some ankle exercises to do something about this, because when I ran on Wednesday it was just as painful.  I really don't want to stop running after I've been doing so well, but even I have to admit it wouldn't be smart to keep running when my shin hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I walked for a few minutes I ran another .7 miles.  Wow.  So I did 1.7 miles running, but 2.25 overall, in 27:27.  Yuck.  And why does 10:31 pace on the treadmill seem so much faster than when I run outside?  Overall, a really dissatisfying run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2431650275709275242?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2431650275709275242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2431650275709275242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2431650275709275242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2431650275709275242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-treadmill.html' title='I Hate The Treadmill'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8474604477943408445</id><published>2010-01-18T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:38:01.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurts So Good</title><content type='html'>After a rainy weekend, we've been blessed with sun and temperatures in the 50s!  I wore shorts and a t-shirt on my run, and got pretty toasty, and cursed myself for wishing for warmer weather.  What will I do when it's in the 90s and humid?  The wind was strong again today but I found that I started out pretty quickly and was determined not to let my pace drop into the 10s.  On top of that I also wanted to run at least 2 miles.  So what's a girl to do?  Nearly kill herself to make it happen, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased to say that I managed it and even managed to drag myself back inside and collapse in the privacy of my own home.  I did 2.03 miles is 20:04 which is a pace of 9:54.  My first mile was 9:49.  I definitely felt like I was running very fast the whole time so I doubt I'll see those numbers again any time soon.  But it felt great to hit the 2 mile mark again, finally.  I've also decided I need new running shoes-I was looking at pictures last night from our Disney World trip in May and saw I was wearing the same shoes I still wear.  Probably time for new pair, especially since I don't wear them just as running shoes.  But that's a whole other issue, and I won't complain here about my lack of comfy but cute shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8474604477943408445?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8474604477943408445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8474604477943408445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8474604477943408445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8474604477943408445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/hurts-so-good.html' title='Hurts So Good'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-6409395801322134446</id><published>2010-01-15T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:51:00.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frick!</title><content type='html'>That is what I said several times on this run.  What a disaster!  It's a bit warmer today, about 42 I think, and the wind is really low so I quickly got too hot with my vest on and decided to return home to drop it on my porch.  Moxie apparently misinterpreted my intentions and ran right in front of me, causing me to trip.  Luckily I didn't fall, but the whole debacle made her so nervous that she acted skittish the rest of the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that I went a different way today that had way too many inclines for my taste.  I started to get really hot with all my gear on and found myself carrying quite a bit of it in my hands.  Moxie continued to act weird and when we finally stopped running, I found out why-she immediately stopped and pooped more than I have ever seen her poop at once.  I always carry a bag with me but have only had to use it one other time.  The bag I had today was actually on the smaller side and couldn't even contain everything!!  It was disgusting.  I had to scoop it up in the bag and carry it in my hand, all the way back home.  There was no way for me to tie it shut and at least dangle it down so I feel like I'm just carrying a bag of groceries or something.  Oh no!  I basically carried home a pile of poop in my hand with only a tiny plastic bag as a barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got to my doorstep I realized I had left my gloves back at the poop site.  I had to jump in the car to go back and retrieve them.  On the way I noted that I had walked 3/10ths of a mile with the poop-not that far, except when you're carrying a pile of dog poop.  What an awful run.  All told 19:44, 1.91 miles, 10:20 pace.  I don't know if I'll be able to match that next time I run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-6409395801322134446?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6409395801322134446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=6409395801322134446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6409395801322134446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6409395801322134446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/frick.html' title='Frick!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-6690952829567665309</id><published>2010-01-13T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:52:00.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>For whatever reason, my right knee decided to start hurting last night.  It felt okay at the start of my run, but started feeling sore again midway through.  I have no idea what's wrong since I didn't do anything to it!  Luckily I was able to complete my run, but it doesn't feel so great right now.  It seems to be my kneecap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold again today so I used my daughter's little scarf to cover my mouth while I warmed up.  I probably looked so ridiculous, but it kept some of the cold air away!  I went past my house and left it there and completed the run, albeit rather slowly today.  After I was done, I walked for a bit and then jogged another minute or two, just to get my body used to running again after a walking break.  Usually my legs lock up and I simply can't run once I stop to walk or even tie my shoe.  That certainly won't do for longer distances, so hopefully I can start getting more used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:19 minutes, 1.81 miles, 10:41 pace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-6690952829567665309?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6690952829567665309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=6690952829567665309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6690952829567665309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6690952829567665309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-789578847703345761</id><published>2010-01-11T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:15:29.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiny Bit Warmer, And A Tiny Bit Farther</title><content type='html'>So it's maybe a few degrees warmer today, and I ran a tiny (like .03 miles) farther than Friday.  But that's fine, I'm keeping up with my goal of always doing the same or more distance as the day before (except when I have Laura with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ran for 18:41 which was 1.79 miles at a 10:25 pace.   I'm very pleased that one of my fastest paces of the morning was running up the small incline by my house.  Also good?  The fact that once I stopped and was doing my cool down walk, I decided to jog for a moment to see how it felt, and it felt just fine.  I probably could have gone again for about a 1/2 mile, which isn't far, but usually I feel like I can't run another step once I'm done.  I think one day this week I'll have to give it a try, running my full course then walking for a bit and starting again.  That might be just the ticket to bump up my endurance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-789578847703345761?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/789578847703345761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=789578847703345761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/789578847703345761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/789578847703345761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiny-bit-warmer-and-tiny-bit-farther.html' title='A Tiny Bit Warmer, And A Tiny Bit Farther'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7398264392707798592</id><published>2010-01-09T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:36:04.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jogging Stroller</title><content type='html'>I think today was one of the last days I'll be able to push Laura in the jogging stroller.  She weighs close to 35 pounds now and with the stroller, that's more than a wimp like me can handle.  Not to mention she barely fits in it anymore...she may weigh only as much as a normal 3 year old, but in height she is definitely 5!  When you add in a winter jacket and blanket, she is so scrunched in there that I feel bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, I ran again today and with the wind and Laura it was a struggle.  I knew I wouldn't be able to run as much as I did yesterday, but that was okay.   Total of 15:16, 1.42 miles at a slow 10:45 pace.  But on the bright side, I ran 4 times this week!  I should be able to do the same schedule again next week which is great.  Hopefully on Monday I'll match Friday's run or do a bit more.  Just one week ago I did 1.01 miles and Friday I did 1.76.  I hope I'll continue improving at that rate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7398264392707798592?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7398264392707798592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7398264392707798592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7398264392707798592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7398264392707798592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/jogging-stroller.html' title='The Jogging Stroller'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7225055214560828987</id><published>2010-01-08T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:13:02.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy!</title><content type='html'>I happy to report that there was no snow on the ground this morning, as the weather man predicted (I really didn't believe it would happen though).  So Laura was able to go to school and I was able to run.  Three times this week so far, I'm so happy!  It was definitely a bit warmer today, about 42 degrees, and would have felt great if it weren't for the wind.  I checked online and it said the winds were 24mph, which I don't know if that's high or not, but it made it feel like 28 degrees-or so said weather.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't so much mind the cold, but the wind was just a killer.  It was blowing from the north and a lot of my course takes me that way, so it was slow going.  I think I need to get a little wrap to put around my neck so I can cover my nose and mouth when I'm first starting out-the cold air is just murder on my  lungs.  Today though I warmed up a lot more and had to take off my vest which I then unfortunately had to carry all the way home.  I went a bit farther than normal to force me to run more, and I ended up covering 1.76 miles.  I'm definitely happy with that!  Total time running was 18:46, at a slooow 10:41 pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7225055214560828987?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7225055214560828987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7225055214560828987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7225055214560828987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7225055214560828987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/windy.html' title='Windy!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-183508060831607446</id><published>2010-01-06T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:52:34.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Degrees</title><content type='html'>That's the temperature right now, although it's actually probably a few degrees lower with the wind chill.  And yes, I ran!  I REALLY didn't want to, but I wanted to stay on my schedule, plus all my holiday eating has caught up with me big time and I am not pleased with my new, higher weight or my much larger muffin top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot harder time today than Monday. My shins were killing me and my legs felt so heavy.  The cold air seemed to be cutting my lungs so I was forced to run with  my gloved hand over my mouth until I warmed up a bit.   I also realized today that I don't have very good cold weather gear, so I had to wear a puffer vest that definitely isn't meant for running.  It was very bulky, but it definitely helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan to never run less than the time before almost did me in as I struggled to at least run 1.5 miles.  In the end I did the exact same distance as Monday (1.53 miles) in more time (16:19).  But I managed it and will hopefully run again on Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-183508060831607446?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/183508060831607446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=183508060831607446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/183508060831607446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/183508060831607446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/27-degrees.html' title='27 Degrees'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-6193106696385769288</id><published>2010-01-04T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:36:17.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Outlook</title><content type='html'>Well, not really, but the title sounds catchy!  I suppose my new outlook this year is to make running more of a priority in my life.  Last year if I only ran once a week, I didn't really get too bothered by it until I ran the next time and realized I wasn't making any progress.  This year I've run twice already (that's not saying much, I know) and both runs were hard but satisfying.  It feels good to be outside, running in the freezing cold and getting weird looks from passing drivers.   I feel proud of myself for taking care of my health and my dog's health, even if all we can manage is 1.5 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my excuse of still recovering from being sick, so my run on Saturday was about 10 minutes and my run today was 15:52 with 1.53 miles covered (10:23 pace).  I'm definitely happy with that and am going to try to run again on Wednesday to keep up this schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-6193106696385769288?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6193106696385769288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=6193106696385769288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6193106696385769288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6193106696385769288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-outlook.html' title='New Year, New Outlook'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-3342928410818145642</id><published>2009-12-16T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T06:54:30.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Clockwork</title><content type='html'>So it begins again...my "asthma sickness".  It happens every year, usually twice.  This year I held it off a bit longer than usual, but no matter what I do, it's coming.  I can't breathe, I feel congested, I'm exhausted.  Of course it has to happen this week when I am absolutely slammed.  But sick or not, Moxie needed a walk this morning, so off we went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely freezing and even though I had on more layers than usual (since I planned on walking only) I still wasn't warm.  The quickest way to solve that problem is to run, so I decided to jog slowly for warmth.  In the end I returned home to drop off my vest and ran for about 10 to 11 minutes.  I'm not sure of the total because about halfway in I looked down at my watch and realized I had never started it.  That's probably for the best because I really didn't want to know how slow I was going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always boggles my mind that when I'm sick I can manage to run for a bit, yet get out of breath climbing the stairs.  What is that all about?  I guess it's because I take my inhaler before I run.  Regardless, I'm very annoyed by this timing because not only am I busy, but next week is my big chance to run with the MORE ladies.  Maybe I'll tag along and run a mile or so and then turn back.  That's pretty embarrassing though!  Someday, someday I hope I can run a normal run with them.  I thought I was on the right track having done 2 miles last week, but of course I should have known it wouldn't last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-3342928410818145642?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3342928410818145642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=3342928410818145642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3342928410818145642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3342928410818145642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-like-clockwork.html' title='Just Like Clockwork'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4789471196658643603</id><published>2009-12-10T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:41:41.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Miles</title><content type='html'>Nice to have to done (barely) 2 miles today.  The trash truck was following me while I ran, so I was forced to go down a different street than usual which added some time to my run.   We also encountered 3 different dogs today, so a good bit of energy was spent keeping Moxie on course.  Today is in the 50s, a definite improvement over Monday.  Hopefully I can keep up the 2 milers so I can *attempt* to run with the MORE ladies at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:06, 2.03 miles.  10:23 pace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4789471196658643603?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4789471196658643603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4789471196658643603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4789471196658643603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4789471196658643603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-miles.html' title='2 Miles'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1551384588863409242</id><published>2009-12-07T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:03:28.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Birthday Run</title><content type='html'>A weekend of tons of great food (and maybe some minimal drinking) left me feeling exhausted and fat.  This morning's run was tough; it's 40 degrees and my breathing is sketchy at best.  Moxie was thrilled to be out though, and my husband's iPod shuffle is finally working again, and those two things were the only things that got me through my run.  16:36 today, total of 1.59 miles.   Could 2 miles be in my future again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1551384588863409242?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1551384588863409242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1551384588863409242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1551384588863409242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1551384588863409242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-birthday-run.html' title='After Birthday Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2907273184558348243</id><published>2009-12-01T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:50:23.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days In A Row</title><content type='html'>This week is about to get very busy for me, so I ran again today making that 3 days in a row of running.  I only did 1.5 miles yesterday and today, but I'm glad I did.  I noticed though that today was definitely much harder-I think my body just isn't used to not getting a day off in between.  Happily, my pace has been around 10:20/10:30 these last few days which I can deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also "refueled" after my run by eating a leftover taco at 10:30am.  I have never felt so starving after a run before!   I know I need to start incorporating that into my routine, although probably not with tacos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2907273184558348243?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2907273184558348243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2907273184558348243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2907273184558348243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2907273184558348243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-days-in-row.html' title='Three Days In A Row'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1089706424958933554</id><published>2009-11-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:44:14.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivers Can Be Hazardous To Your Health</title><content type='html'>More like your life, when you're a runner!   I hate that we have no sidewalks in our neighborhood.  It's really not ideal to have to run in the street, but I've found that most people in our neighborhood are pretty good drivers when I'm running, slowing down and giving me a wide berth. Not today though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Laura in the jogging stroller today, and as usual we were running against traffic, with Moxie closest to oncoming traffic. I always figure she is the most expendable (sorry Moxie!) and today that's exactly what almost happened.  Coming around a corner we were almost creamed by a lady texting on her cell phone (which is illegal in North Carolina now).  The best part is that this wasn't a teenager...I'd say she was at least 45 or 50.  Mature enough to know better, right?  I pulled Moxie out of her way and just stood there in open-mouthed horror as she looked at me and drove on.  This is not some corner with bad visibility, mind you.  I saw her was she was still about 6 houses away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, running on a straightaway, this time it was an adult man, yapping away on the phone and driving about 40 mph.  He swerved and slammed on his brakes, but kept right on his way once he passed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the adrenaline,  plus this being the first time I've pushed Laura in quite some time, plus me gasping for air, plus unseasonably hot weather made for a 12 minute run.  Ugh.  My half-marathon is looking pretty impossible right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1089706424958933554?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1089706424958933554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1089706424958933554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1089706424958933554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1089706424958933554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/11/drivers-can-be-hazardous-to-your-health.html' title='Drivers Can Be Hazardous To Your Health'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8059374720498937138</id><published>2009-11-18T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:11:38.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in the Rain</title><content type='html'>Well actually, more like drizzle.  In trying to keep with my every-other-day running regime, I suited up today, stepped outside, and saw that it was drizzling.  Moxie said she still wanted to run (at least that's how I interpreted her pathetic whining) so off we went.  My main goal today was to return home with a dog that was as dry as possible, since Moxie seems to have the wet, smelly dog thing down pat.  We fairly flew (for us) over a 1.31 mile course and made it home in just under 13 minutes, giving us a 9:54 pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to point out though, that my average pace is always lowered a bit at the end by my final sprint.  It's just something ingrained in me-you sprint at the end of a run.  I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do, but it's always nice to know that I have a last little kick in me, and that I can in fact run a 7 minute pace, even for just 20 seconds.  So I often think that recording my pace right at the end is a bit of a lie.  It said I did 9:54 this time, but I'd say most of the time I was at about 10:15, and my sprint at the end was what lowered the pace.  But it's what I've always been doing, so I guess I'll just keep with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8059374720498937138?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8059374720498937138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8059374720498937138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8059374720498937138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8059374720498937138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-in-rain.html' title='Running in the Rain'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-3717792641558611829</id><published>2009-11-16T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:47:08.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Week Of Torrential Rain...</title><content type='html'>Some nice weather!  In fact-perfect running weather!  I'd say it's in the upper 60's and sunny.  Not a speck of wind either.  The only downside was the smoke from a nearby fire, but around here that's not cause for concern like it is in California.  It was probably just someone burning leaves.  It wasn't too smoky, but there was enough to dry out my throat and make my breathing feel pretty ragged.  Since it's been a week since my last run, I set my goal at 1.5 miles.  I did it, and shaved almost a minute off of my time.  Last week I ran the exact same amount (1.52 miles both times-not sure how I managed that!)  Last time I did it in 16:31...this time 15:35. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I was definitely pushing myself, but still, I'm glad I had a day of a somewhat "normal" pace.  10:16 is much better that the almost 11 minute miles I was doing before.  I'm sure if I run in a few days I'll be back to going slower, but it really is more important to build my endurance first.  A fellow mom from Laura's class was telling me about the half marathon she did a weekend ago, and if she can do it, then I should be able to too!   It seems impossible right now, but I hope I can manage one sometime in the next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-3717792641558611829?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3717792641558611829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=3717792641558611829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3717792641558611829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3717792641558611829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-week-of-torrential-rain.html' title='After A Week Of Torrential Rain...'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1167265505318939247</id><published>2009-11-09T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:41:59.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not As Good, But....</title><content type='html'>I really don't mind!  I'm continuing to have problems with my asthma so I am pleased I did any running today at all.  Moxie was so desperate to go outside that I figured we would walk and maybe run for a few minutes.  Of course though, I wasn't satisfied with just a few minutes, so I told myself I'd like to do 1.5 miles.  So I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slowness continues though, it took me 16:31 to do my 1.52 miles.  I really look forward to getting my pace back down around 10 minutes.  But for now, today's run is accomplishment enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1167265505318939247?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1167265505318939247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1167265505318939247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1167265505318939247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1167265505318939247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-as-good-but.html' title='Not As Good, But....'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7220075252015185176</id><published>2009-11-06T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:04:28.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining, Part Twenty Seven</title><content type='html'>I feel like I complain a lot on this blog.  I would say that I don't mean to, but I've come to realize I'm kind of a complaining kind of gal.  I'm getting so frustrated with the fact that any time I take one step forward with my running, I have to take about 3 steps back.  As usual, my steps back are the fact that I'm getting sick.  Luckily it's not H1N1 (yet...it's going around my daughter's school right now!) but rather my usual asthma-related sickness I seem to get every time this year.  My breathing is labored even walking up my stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...I had a pretty good run today.  I felt like crap the whole time-breathing heavily, calves hurt, running super slow, but I broke the 2 mile barrier again!  I ran for 22:19 and did 2.03 miles.  I'm sure you can work out that that means my pace was slow.  10:58 slow.  And the only reason I got it under 11 minutes is that I sprinted at the end to force the overall pace down.  Kind of cheating I suppose, but it had to be done for my ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad part is that looking back over my past runs shows a pattern-I always seem to have a really good "final" run before a sickness, and then go about 2 weeks without running, and undo all of my hard work.  I really hope that isn't the case this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I ran on Wednesday as well, 16 minutes at the park, but I chose not to write about it because Moxie was being obnoxious and trying to kill squirrels the whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7220075252015185176?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7220075252015185176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7220075252015185176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7220075252015185176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7220075252015185176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/11/complaining-part-twenty-seven.html' title='Complaining, Part Twenty Seven'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8803542842851057821</id><published>2009-11-02T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:54:41.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr!</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm not used to running in chilly weather again, because today felt so cold!  It's 54 degrees, which I'm aware is not that cold, but with the wind it felt downright nippy.  I really bundled up and of course was regretting it pretty quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did 17.5 minutes today, a minute increase over last time.  I keep telling myself I just need to slowly but surely add to my time, and soon I'll be right were I want to be.  Unfortunately my pace is still embarrassingly slow-10:46 overall this time.  I feel like I should be walking if I'm going to go that slow!!  But there's nothing I can do about it now. I'm in no position to work on speed when I can't even hit 2 miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of my slow speed, I'm happy that I'm building my time again.  It's been almost 6 months since I was consistently running 2 miles, and I'm desperate to get back to that point.  It seems like a never-ending battle, this running business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8803542842851057821?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8803542842851057821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8803542842851057821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8803542842851057821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8803542842851057821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/11/brrr.html' title='Brrr!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1436731651043654044</id><published>2009-10-24T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:09:04.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Run</title><content type='html'>The good news is that after a week of retraining my body to run, I was able to do 16 minutes today, without any walking breaks.  The bad news is it was a slooow 16 minutes-I managed just 1.5 miles.  Also bad?  Not sure if I'll be able to keep it up-next week I might have to go back to the Couch to 5k training and add a few walking breaks back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crazy headwind really slowed me down today.  It was so weird running into such strong winds.  The wind was blowing in my eyes, despite the fact that I was wearing sunglasses.  Not sure how such a thing is possible, but it happened.  Our temps are back up, it was 83 degrees yesterday after we experienced 40s and 50s on Monday.  So back out came the running shorts and tank tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got some exercise today.  The husband and daughter left this morning on an overnight trip, and I fully intend on eating some really bad for me food today.  At least I started the day well by burning some calories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1436731651043654044?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1436731651043654044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1436731651043654044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1436731651043654044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1436731651043654044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-run.html' title='Just A Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-488866944229355384</id><published>2009-10-19T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:34:23.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over At Week 4</title><content type='html'>September 24th was the last time I ran, and it was a mile.  I've been out of running for too long, due to my sprained ankle and bad breathing.  A trip to California last week packed on a few pounds, so today was the first day of getting back to running.  I decided to start over on my "Couch to 5K" training, in the hopes that starting slow will allow me to get back to 5K shape in time for the Jingle Bell Jog in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked week 4 as my starting point-easy enough to manage (I hoped) but still enough to actually be able to say I "ran" today.  The repeats were run 3 minutes, walk 90 seconds, run 5 minutes, walk 90 seconds.  I did that twice for a total of 20:30 minutes of exercise, covering 1.71 miles.  It felt good to be out running in the cool (50 degree) weather, and I was pleased I managed to actually do the training.  I purposefully kept my pace slow (hovering between 10:30 and 11 while running) and that was definitely a good idea!  Going much faster would have tired me out too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breathing seems to be doing it's usual thing for this time of year-a hit on the inhaler before I run allows me to complete my run, but my lungs are tight enough that walking up stairs winds me.  It's really embarrassing-and perplexing.  Hopefully I'll keep any serious sickness at bay this winter and keep working on building my mileage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-488866944229355384?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/488866944229355384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=488866944229355384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/488866944229355384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/488866944229355384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/10/starting-over-at-week-4.html' title='Starting Over At Week 4'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1949175388897252322</id><published>2009-09-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:48:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE Walking</title><content type='html'>So on Friday I fell down stairs not once, but twice.  Oh yes!  I'm so clumsy that I can manage such a feat.  The first time was pretty legitimate, I thought.  Wobbly, high shoes combined with rainy weather and porch steps.  Down I went, injuring my right pinky toe, twisting both ankles, mangling my very cute shoes, and injuring my ego immensely.  It was traumatic, but not traumatic enough to keep me from my goal of going out with my friend.  More wobbling around on the shoes all night long left my ankles very sore and tired.  I made it home in once piece and while walking downstairs (in bare feet, no less!) I completely ate it and sprained my right ankle, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say that instead of a run today, I walked.  Walking is slow and boring, and I hate it. Moxie and I both need the exercise desperately, but the running is going to have to wait a while.  My ankle seems to be quite the pro by now, this being it's 3rd sprain and all.  It's not nearly as swollen as it was on Friday and walking on it feels totally fine.  Any weird flexing or contorting is met with loud protests, so stairs and running are both no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very disappointed.  Tomorrow is my one year anniversary of beginning my couch-to-5K plan.  When I started last year, I had big visions of celebrating my accomplishments with a quick 5 mile run on my anniversary.  Instead tomorrow I'm getting my hair done while nursing an injured ankle, unable to run even 3 miles.  It's not what I expected at all.  I thought I would be in great shape, and a whole lot skinnier.  I'm about 8 pounds less than when I started, but it's creeping back on, and besides, no one can really tell anyway.  My runs are still slow and laborious.  I haven't run anything longer than a 5K.  It's hard to stay positive sometimes, but I am looking forward to the cooler weather and starting over again, essentially, in November.  October is full of traveling for us, so I'm going to use that opportunity to rest my ankle and get ready to tackle running again.   Maybe my 2nd anniversary will see me running 5 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1949175388897252322?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1949175388897252322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1949175388897252322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1949175388897252322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1949175388897252322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-walking.html' title='I HATE Walking'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2326457080082646520</id><published>2009-09-15T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:22:52.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>All that I've done in the last few weeks is a few mediocre runs and a few downright horrible runs.  Like last Friday, for example.  The husband and I decided to do a quick run before we left on a short vacation.  Well short it was: only 3/4 of a mile.  Yep, you read that right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was no better.  I did a mile.  Yes, my pace is improving and I did it in 10 minutes.  I've knocked over a minute (maybe more) off of my pace since I started running.  But a mile?  In exactly 2 weeks it will be the first anniversary of when I started running.  I really expected to be at a much better place than plodding along, dying while running a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And furthermore, what's up with my shins absolutely killing me when I run?  It's downright painful and has been a huge obstacle on my runs lately.  My dream of running 3 or 4 miles as a regular run isn't going to come true anytime soon, methinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2326457080082646520?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2326457080082646520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2326457080082646520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2326457080082646520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2326457080082646520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/09/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4486874979176344970</id><published>2009-09-01T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:18:24.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Alive!!</title><content type='html'>So apparently what's been keeping me from halfway decent runs is the hot weather.  Our temps dropped rather suddenly yesterday due to a huge storm, and this morning was almost cool.  The humidity was low and it was breezy.  What a difference it made!  Don't get me wrong, it was still kind of hot, and that breeze turned into an unfortunate headwind, but I finally got in 2 miles!  Finally!!  It had been so frustrating to me that I just couldn't increase my distance back to what I consider my minimum, so I'm thrilled to finally have done it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better is that my pace has definitely dropped a bit.  Today I was at 9:56 overall, a definite improvement.  I hope that as the weather cools down (probably not until next month), I'll see continued improvement and I can get back to more serious training.  I have high hopes for the Jingle Bell Jog this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4486874979176344970?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4486874979176344970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4486874979176344970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4486874979176344970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4486874979176344970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/09/shes-alive.html' title='She&apos;s Alive!!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1454575015626504576</id><published>2009-08-25T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:02:07.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School Run</title><content type='html'>Had a quick run today after dropping Laura off at her first day of school.  I have to admit it felt pretty good to get out by myself, although by the time I got home and ready it was after 9:30am and it was insanely hot.  I felt like I was plodding the whole way, but I managed a 9:50 pace which is really surprising.  The faster running lead to less distance though, and I only did 1.5 miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I'll build back up to 2 miles pretty soon; for some reason I feel like if I can achieve that, then I can start building more distance, no problem.  Hopefully that's true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1454575015626504576?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1454575015626504576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1454575015626504576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1454575015626504576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1454575015626504576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school-run.html' title='First Day Of School Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2477385046572734943</id><published>2009-08-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:58:57.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Sprinting-Oxymoron or Pathetic Truth?</title><content type='html'>I had planned to take a walk today, due to feeling a little tired, but in the end decided doing intervals would give me the most bang for my buck, exercising wise.  Hard work, but shorter time.  I had Laura in the jogging stroller and it's insanely hot, so I didn't go nearly as quickly this time.  Plus I upped my walking time to 45 seconds, from 30 seconds the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my six reps and only did .97 miles (in 10:30).  I suppose if I had just run a straight mile I would have been out for the same amount of time, but I definitely feel I worked harder.  Hopefully I won't feel as sore tomorrow as I did last time I did intervals-I could barely walk down the stairs last time!  This time my "sprinting" pace hovered around 7:45/8 minutes, much slower than last time when I was managing in the 6's and 7's.  But nonetheless, I'm glad I did it, I certainly hadn't planned on doing anything remotely like work today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2477385046572734943?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2477385046572734943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2477385046572734943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2477385046572734943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2477385046572734943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/08/slow-sprinting-oxymoron-or-pathetic.html' title='Slow Sprinting-Oxymoron or Pathetic Truth?'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-5381710268640388998</id><published>2009-08-07T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:31:05.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Try At Intervals</title><content type='html'>So I've read many, many times that to improve my speed, I need to be doing intervals.  I recently read the &lt;a href="http://momsoutrunningeverywhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog of the lovely M.O.R.E. ladies&lt;/a&gt;, and I was completely in awe of their times from their most recent race, so I decided that would be my inspiration for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my handy Garmin to beep at me at the appropriate times-run 1 minute, walk for 30 seconds.  I picked 6 reps, which seemed easy enough.  I decided my one minute of running would be full out running, as fast as I could.  Needless to say, it was insanely hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the problem is that I run in a neighborhood, so I have to watch out for cars and yet again, loose dogs.  The same dog from last time broke out of it's electric fence, right in front of it's owner, which was quite awesome.  It proceeded to chase us so I had to turn around and go back, which really messed up one interval.   Last I saw, the dog was heading off into the sunset and the owner was chasing it on bike.  That really made my day, for some evil reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end I was definitely not running as fast as at the beginning.  My legs feel like lead now, my heart rate was probably through the roof, and I have to say, I have a huge grin on my face.  I did 1.01 miles in 9 minutes, which means that my running was pretty face if that was my pace including 3 minutes of walking.  I hope that doing this every so often will help my speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-5381710268640388998?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5381710268640388998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=5381710268640388998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5381710268640388998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5381710268640388998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-try-at-intervals.html' title='First Try At Intervals'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-5087369809390392283</id><published>2009-07-30T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:32:36.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hot!</title><content type='html'>I'm hot from my run, and in more ways than one (hey, that rhymes!)  I'm hot because it turns out that even running at 7:30am is a hot, sticky disaster when it's July in North Carolina.  And I'm hot in my father-in-law's terms, meaning I'm upset because once again, rogue dogs interrupted my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the street live the most vicious dachshund and chihuahua this world has ever seen.  Those two dogs are absolutely insane, and you guessed it, are kept in the backyard day and night to bark at anything that goes by.  I often hear them in the wee hours of the morning, barking at cars, and I always wonder how the owners aren't bothered by them.  Anyway, this morning they escaped, as they occasionally do, and went two houses down from us to menace the poor beagle who is kept trapped on the outdoor deck day and night.  The barking from all three parties started at about 7am and continued, non-stop, until I went outside with Moxie.  Then they naturally attempted to chase us, so I turned right around, walked to their house and banged on the door until a very sleepy and half-naked man showed up.  He seemed partially apologetic but also annoyed that I had woken him up.  Luckily for him I'm not the swearing type or I would have regaled him with many profanity-laced stories about all the times his dogs have woken me up.  He took them inside and put them out the back where they were happy to resume their barking.  The great part was my sweet Moxie dog who was a little nervous with all the barking going on around her, but who stood there calmly and quietly while I talked to the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've ranted about that, I'll talk about how running while coming down from an adrenaline high is not really very easy.  I felt slower and more sluggish than ever, and did I mention how hot it was?  I managed 17 minutes, so I'm slowly bumping up my time.  My overall pace continues to hover at 10:28-I'd really like a 10 minute pace to be normal/slow so obviously I have work to do.  Right now though is building time and distance, my husband doesn't want to hear it from me how slow I am until I'm backing to running for 30 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-5087369809390392283?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5087369809390392283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=5087369809390392283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5087369809390392283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5087369809390392283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-hot.html' title='I&apos;m Hot!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1967761459200262418</id><published>2009-07-22T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:15:19.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Never Be A Runner</title><content type='html'>I've been running here and there the past few weeks, with nothing all that exciting to report.  In fact, my running has been the opposite of exciting.  My best run as of late happened yesterday, and it lasted just 16 minutes.  I'm trying desperately to get back in the game, yet not making any progress.  16 minutes is absolutely unacceptable to me, but I guess I'll have to be happy with that for now because I don't seem to be imporving at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Garmin has been my faithful running partner, always there to helpfully point out just how slow I run.  It drives me bonkers how slow I am.  There is probably no hope of me ever having a group of people to run with, because I just wouldn't be able to keep up.  The most frustrating part is that when I plug the Garmin in at home, the little chart that comes up shows your different paces, and which range they fall into "slow walk, walk, slog jog, run, etc".  My running seems to hover between at a jog, so I guess technically I'm not running at all.  You only merit being a runner if your pace is under 9 minutes, and even then you're a "slow" runner.  Actual running kicks in at a 7 minute mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I guess I'll just keep on jogging.  As the blog says, I'm a girl who runs-kind of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1967761459200262418?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1967761459200262418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1967761459200262418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1967761459200262418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1967761459200262418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-may-never-be-runner.html' title='I May Never Be A Runner'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1686489927572831529</id><published>2009-07-02T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:07:42.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Fast....Kind Of</title><content type='html'>I'm having some painting done in my house today (hooray!) and had basically 12 minutes to run before the painters arrived.  Okay, so maybe it was more like 20.  But I wanted to do at least a mile and still have time to catch my breath before they arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moxie and I set off at a fast pace, and we managed one mile in 9:35.  That's really fast for a slowpoke like me!  I was so proud of myself (and Moxie) and would love it if that became our regular pace.  Sadly though, I think we'll have to settle for our normal 11ish average.  But right now my goal isn't speed, it's building distance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1686489927572831529?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1686489927572831529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1686489927572831529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1686489927572831529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1686489927572831529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-fastkind-of.html' title='Super Fast....Kind Of'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2008991541615380773</id><published>2009-06-25T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:35:23.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running=Torture</title><content type='html'>That's all I could think about today when I ran.  Or should I say when I "ran".  I completed 12.5 minutes of shuffling around my neighborhood, and I think it would be a bit of a stretch to call it running.  I still haven't gotten back on track after taking all that time off from being sick in May.  I'm pleased to say that I have gotten back into the routine and I've been heading out pretty regularly, at least 3 times a week.  So that's a  plus.  What's not a plus is that I can only hack 10 minute runs.  My muscles apparently gave up on me when I took my time off, so not only can I not breathe when I run, but my legs are burning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll also point out our horrible, horrible humidity.  Even my dog Moxie was acting pretty tired during the run, so I know I wasn't the only one effected.  It's like a blanket of sweaty heat just closing in around you while you run.  No breeze, no relief, no nothing.  It's been over 30 minutes since I got back and I still haven't cooled down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela wants to do a 5K in about 5 weeks, and although I said I would do it, I don't know if I'll be ready.  I hope so, because I decided that I'd like my regular runs to be about 4 miles, several times a week.  It seems like a pretty lofty and unattainable goal right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2008991541615380773?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2008991541615380773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2008991541615380773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2008991541615380773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2008991541615380773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/06/runningtorture.html' title='Running=Torture'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-5057080668590767409</id><published>2009-06-05T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:01:23.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Neglected Blog</title><content type='html'>Our running blog is feeling sad that it has been updated in so long!  So I will embarrass myself and write that I haven't run since May and that I went out today for a short walk with daughter and dog, and ran for about a minute during the walk and then proceeded to drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bronchitis that I was diagnosed with about a week ago is still lingering, so I'm out of practice AND sick.  Not a good combination.  But I got a Garmin for Mother's Day and was dying to test it out, hence today's "exercise".  It was a lot of fun using it and finding out that yes, I do really run that slow.  But it was also so cool to know that I walked exactly .97 miles in 15:02.  And that my overall pace was 15:28.  I must convince myself that it is fun to know that, and not depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-5057080668590767409?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5057080668590767409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=5057080668590767409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5057080668590767409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5057080668590767409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/06/poor-neglected-blog.html' title='Poor Neglected Blog'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4144777861202778522</id><published>2009-05-14T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:48:34.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What Happens....</title><content type='html'>When I don't take care of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating badly, not hydrating, and staying up late.  Last night I was up until 1:30am, Laura woke up at 3:45am and then again at 7:30-so what, maybe 5.5 hours of sleep?  Not smart.  You know what else isn't smart?  Running at 11:30am when you're dehydrated, hungry, and it's really hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of all this is a 7:57 run.  That's right.  I couldn't even run for 10 minutes.  On the plus side, I felt like I could have kept going, but I thought the smart thing to do would be go home while I could still move, eat, drink, and get to bed at a decent hour.  We're leaving on Tuesday for Disney World, so I anticipate a lot of walking over the next few weeks.  I guess it's better than nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4144777861202778522?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4144777861202778522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4144777861202778522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4144777861202778522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4144777861202778522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This Is What Happens....'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1073973810244695933</id><published>2009-05-10T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:16:53.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pittsburgh Run</title><content type='html'>I was able to get in a run on Saturday while up in Pittsburgh.  There is a great trail near my grandparent's house, and I've walked it many, many times.  Now that I'm a somewhat official runner, I was ready to actually run on the trail!  I ran for 27:29, pretty good seeing as it had been a week since my last run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was pleasant, the trail was flat, and I was running behind (or should I say chasing) my sister the entire time, which all combined to make a great run! Just as good were the 3 deer I saw while walking down to the trail, the mallard duck floating down the creek (he looked a little confused as to why he was floating away), and the itty bitty chipmunk that ran right in front of me and made me shriek in surprise.  Not like a typical run here in North Carolina!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I went about 2.4 miles.  I need to step up my game though, because Marla ran well over 3 and left me in her dust!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1073973810244695933?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1073973810244695933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1073973810244695933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1073973810244695933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1073973810244695933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/05/pittsburgh-run.html' title='Pittsburgh Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-3313211439832149625</id><published>2009-05-10T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:52:37.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track, at least for now?!</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful day yesterday, and I was motivated to get a long run in. I headed out before it got hot, and managed a total of 4.3 miles, of which two minutes at the beginning was walking, as was the final few minutes. Overall though, I ran 4 miles so I'm thrilled!  I wore my HR monitor, and tried to keep my HR in check to be sure I could go the distance...I ended up running slower than usual as a result, averaging about 10.5 minute miles or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned the same today, but then Ed and Shelby surprised me with a Mother's Day breakfast, and gifts!  There's just no running with cinnamon rolls in the tummy...maybe later today?  I hope so, but we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-3313211439832149625?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3313211439832149625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=3313211439832149625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3313211439832149625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3313211439832149625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-on-track-at-least-for-now.html' title='Back on track, at least for now?!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-947083944006815201</id><published>2009-05-05T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:01:53.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's run...</title><content type='html'>I got a phone call from a friend of mine yesterday....I hadn't heard from him in a while, so we had some catching up to do!  He told me he's running a race in June (7+ miles of trails, after running up stairs...) and that I'd inspired him to begin running again. Yikes!!  Just the push I needed to get out the door and run, especially in light of the fact that he can run farther than I can by a good bit! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to Shelby's school, and asked her if she wanted to run a few laps with me (a good way for us to have fun, and for me to warm up!). She and I ran six consecutive laps around the track (4.5 laps = 1/4 mile) -- that seems like an awful lot of running for four-year-old legs!  Of course, I told her to stop anytime she wanted and that we could walk....she didn't want to walk though....she wanted to run, and chat about her day. So we did... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped her back off in her classroom, and hit the treadmill. I walked three minutes, and then ran two 9:05 minute miles (odd, but it's 6.6 on the treadmill)...walked for a couple of minutes at the end, for a total of 2.35 miles in 24 minutes. I know I need to be building my distance, but I don't really care right at the moment -- running fast is a new challenge, and I really had less than 30 minutes to work out. Doing the best I can, having fun in the meantime. I'm definitely heading out for a few long runs this week though!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-947083944006815201?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/947083944006815201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=947083944006815201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/947083944006815201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/947083944006815201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterdays-run.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s run...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-1689109424151379161</id><published>2009-05-02T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:43:25.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Run</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I let my week slip away without any running!  It seems like every time I had good intentions, something came up.  This morning I actually got to sleep in a tiny bit, and it was already hot by the time we got our act together at 9am.  But I was determined to get out there for at least 20 minutes.  20:04 counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt better than I thought I would for not having run for so many days, and we actually went pretty quickly, although I have Moxie pulling us along to thank for that.  She was so eager to get back to guarding the backyard that she wanted nothing to do with the run.  We covered a little under 2 miles, by my estimate.  Fingers crossed I'm back in the game and can keep up with my running while I'm in Pittsburgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-1689109424151379161?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1689109424151379161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=1689109424151379161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1689109424151379161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/1689109424151379161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-run.html' title='Weekend Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-3663591685707999638</id><published>2009-04-30T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:02:37.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA...but still running!</title><content type='html'>So I know I've been missing in action lately, in terms of blog posting at least, but I've still been running!  I've not posted because -- and I'm being really honest here -- I've had more than a bit of work-related drama (not all bad, but dramatic nonetheless) and the thought of approaching my computer for non-work reasons has revolted me recently. I think I'm over it though, and am starting to return to my normal self. Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start fresh, and just give a recap of yesterday's run. I decided to play a little with speed and see how it felt. Here's what I did...I ran at a 9:05 minute mile pace at all times during my run, which is pretty speedy for me, with a goal of covering 3.1 miles. I knew (and I was right) that I'd probably have to walk or run slowly for a few minutes here and there to recover, but overall I was pleased with how far I could run at that pace. I actually covered a total of 3.22 miles with walking for a few minutes before, during and after my running, in about 33 minutes. And the best part?  The treadmill workout was actually interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-3663591685707999638?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3663591685707999638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=3663591685707999638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3663591685707999638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3663591685707999638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/miabut-still-running.html' title='MIA...but still running!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-6329894596493919753</id><published>2009-04-27T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:35:03.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Better</title><content type='html'>Today was a small but noticeable improvement.  I went for 21:23 and my stomach and breathing felt pretty good until the last minute or two.  My legs felt really tired, but maybe I can blame that on all the walking Angela and I (and the two delightful little girls we had with us) did at the Dogwood Festival yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside today was the obnoxious beast I had with me (aka Moxie).  She was so bad the entire time: pulling, trying to trip me, stopping completely while I was still running.  That made for an annoying run. I started to wonder if it's possible for dogs to act up when they miss their owners...maybe her "daddy" being gone is making her misbehave.  Or maybe she's just annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-6329894596493919753?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6329894596493919753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=6329894596493919753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6329894596493919753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6329894596493919753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-better.html' title='A Little Better'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-3074379734736856070</id><published>2009-04-25T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:04:56.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, What's Going On?</title><content type='html'>I took Moxie out at 8:30 this morning, my last run without Laura before hubby leaves for 3 weeks.  The air was cool when I started out, but quickly turned hot and sticky the second I started running.  On top of that, I couldn't breathe, my legs were dead, and my stomach hurt.  This is too many days in a row of really bad runs!  I only managed 17:39.  I know it's better than nothing, but still!  I'm starting to get very annoyed and upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-3074379734736856070?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3074379734736856070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=3074379734736856070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3074379734736856070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3074379734736856070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously-whats-going-on.html' title='Seriously, What&apos;s Going On?'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-22300780212494056</id><published>2009-04-23T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:38:49.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Smart</title><content type='html'>You know what's a really bad idea?  Going running at noon when it is no longer winter.  I had a lazy morning today but knew I had to squish in a run before picking Laura up at 1.  So off Moxie and I went at noon.  So stupid.  I ran for 17:11, maybe 1.5 miles, and felt like I would surely die there on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, this is my second run in a row that I've had a healthy snack immediately after running in the hopes of refueling properly like we always read about.  And as a side note, can I just say how much it cracks me up that I love hummus and my husband doesn't?!?  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-22300780212494056?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/22300780212494056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=22300780212494056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/22300780212494056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/22300780212494056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-so-smart.html' title='Not So Smart'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7825830188956267866</id><published>2009-04-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:46:25.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Run</title><content type='html'>My husband is on leave this week and we ran together this morning without Laura, which was very weird.  Normally I do not like to run 2 days in a row, but I'm getting my hair done tomorrow (huzzah!) and wanted to enjoy at least 1 day with nice hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out at about 10:30 and it was surprisingly hot.  Still not very humid though, which is great, but definitely not pleasant running weather.  We managed to run for a little over 23 minutes, about 2.1 miles.  The course we ran seemed to go on forever, and even my husband was deceived-he thought we had run well over 2 miles, maybe even 2.5.  If only!  My thighs are still really sore (from Friday, I guess?) and I seem to have pulled a muscle in my neck/chest.  It doesn't effect my running that much but when I tried to do my pushups today I did 4 before I collapsed.  It's the muscle right behind my collarbone, and reaching for anything is out of the question.  I guess this is the place to complain about aches and pains, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7825830188956267866?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7825830188956267866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7825830188956267866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7825830188956267866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7825830188956267866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-another-run.html' title='Just Another Run'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-546109553752773753</id><published>2009-04-21T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:58:36.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multitasking!</title><content type='html'>So this post began as I was being cut, colored and highlighted (thank goodness for Dorian!), and will be completed in my office away from home - Village Coffee House....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...busy the last several days outside, so I've not had time to post. I can see that, the warmer it gets, the harder it will be for me to spend time at my computer above what work requires!  I did run on Thursday (just over two miles?), and had a bit of knee pain. I took the "cautious" approach on Friday and over the weekend -- I didn't run, but I worked myself silly in the yard and garden. Definitely good physical activity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I got back on the treadmill, and had a terrific run!  I ran a 5K, in about 33:30 -- but I must note that I walked the first four minutes and last two, so I'm exceedingly pleased. I actually ran in the skirt because it was early, and I wasn't awake enough to locate alternative running attire. Could it be that the skirt makes me faster?  I'd better not think this way, because I'm apt to become "skirt dependent" and you all will get tired of seeing me in it before long.  Or worse, I'll start to think I can't run without it, and end up throwing temper tantrums if it's in the laundry when I must run. Good grief.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-546109553752773753?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/546109553752773753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=546109553752773753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/546109553752773753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/546109553752773753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/multitasking.html' title='Multitasking!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4443573118822859043</id><published>2009-04-20T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:38:24.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running "Fast"</title><content type='html'>This afternoon my husband came home from errands, changed into running clothes, and said, "Let's go!"  I was about as far from being ready to run that one can be, but I know I need to get back on track, so I agreed.  I raced upstairs, changed, and not 5 minutes later we were heading down the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I always talk about how hard my run was, but this time was seriously the worst.  I don't know why I'm having such a hard time of getting back on track after being sick, but this run was torture from the very first step.  On the plus side, my husband did keep the pace up and made me run faster than I have as of late (still, I think our pace was a 10 minute mile-pathetic!!).  We did our neighborhood loop in just under 18 minutes, and continued on to make it a little past 20 minutes.  So I went about 2 miles in the time I usually go about 1.8.  Good, but it doesn't explain the stitch in my side, thighs that felt like they were made of lead, inability to breathe, and the sweat pouring down.  Let's hope next time is better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4443573118822859043?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4443573118822859043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4443573118822859043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4443573118822859043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4443573118822859043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/running-fast.html' title='Running &quot;Fast&quot;'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-5854132513496591405</id><published>2009-04-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:12:10.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder Kids Are In Such Good Shape</title><content type='html'>Last night my entire family (including Moxie!) goofed off in the front yard-we ran laps around the yard, practiced running backwards, skipped, did sidewinders, bear crawls-you name it, we did it.  It worked my muscles in a way running doesn't and I think that's what made today so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm in shock over how hard my run today was.  Moxie and I went out at about 9:30 while my husband was in charge of our yard sale.  I knew I wouldn't go far, since I haven't run since Wednesday and that one week of not running while sick was a big set back.  But I didn't expect it to feel so hot, and for my legs to feel so sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I was huffing and puffing the entire time, and I ran for only 20:08.  I did cover about 1.8 miles which I guess is my normal (albeit horribly slow) pace.  But man, I ran for almost 29 minutes just 11 days ago, and I thought that meant I was well on my way to half hour runs.  I guess that was foolish of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to reference my title, I think in all honesty I will have to play in the yard more often like that, because I think I would get in really good shape really fast.  It was hard work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-5854132513496591405?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5854132513496591405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=5854132513496591405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5854132513496591405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5854132513496591405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-wonder-kids-are-in-such-good-shape.html' title='No Wonder Kids Are In Such Good Shape'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2693433594982622433</id><published>2009-04-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:01:01.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning...</title><content type='html'>I had planned to run outside this morning, which always means a longer run, but since Ed went to the gym, I worked out inside instead....a good run on the treadmill, but I got bored too quickly. I can't wait for the weekend and an outside run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2693433594982622433?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2693433594982622433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2693433594982622433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2693433594982622433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2693433594982622433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-morning.html' title='This morning...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4157687270441610959</id><published>2009-04-15T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:38:27.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Track, Kinda</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all the sickness in my house, it's been over a week since my last run.  Yikes!  I knew I couldn't expect too much of myself today, so I set a goal of 15 minutes.  I had Laura and Moxie with me, plus some wind, so I felt like I was working pretty hard.  I ran for 18:20, just did my little loop in our neighborhood which is something like 1.6 miles.  I guess better than nothing, but what a bummer to go from almost 29 minutes last week (longest run since Dec!) to not even 20 today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting back on track is important, and even better-today was my first day with my new shoes!  I didn't get them from a specialty running store, but I think I picked pretty wisely.  They are comfy, snug but not too tight, and as an added bonus, pretty cute for running shoes.  I felt very good while I ran.  For about 5 minutes at least, until reality set in and I realized that I was already getting tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4157687270441610959?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4157687270441610959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4157687270441610959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4157687270441610959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4157687270441610959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-on-track-kinda.html' title='Back On Track, Kinda'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-3228838691567107659</id><published>2009-04-12T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:22:18.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The quick version....</title><content type='html'>I've not had time to post, but I have had time to run!  I had a great run on Thursday as a matter of fact -- felt so good that, if I didn't have to put my "once every two months" appearance in at the office, I would have gone twice as far!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I've collapsed into bed the past two nights because I've spent the last two days gardening!  My whole body is tired, but in that good way that says I've accomplished a lot, and spent more than a little time carrying around 40lb bags of soil.  Not that you all care about this, but I am excited to report I now have blueberries, strawberries, thornless blackberries, potatoes, broccoli, peppers, tomatoes, green beens, sugar snap peas, rosemary, basil, cilantro and oregano growing in my back yard! I also have ten or twelve varieties of flowers, but I'll spare you the list...  I plan to add two types of squash and cucumber, and I'm done....for the moment!  Not bad a city girl with one acre of land within the city limits, huh?! :-)  Happy Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-3228838691567107659?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3228838691567107659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=3228838691567107659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3228838691567107659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/3228838691567107659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-version.html' title='The quick version....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4966710629827398982</id><published>2009-04-08T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:02:10.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my treadmill...</title><content type='html'>I'm totally convinced that my treadmill is messing with me. I ran this morning for about 26 minutes, and my treadmill said I covered just over two miles. This just can't be right.... I know I was running faster than I usually do, not slower....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After thinking about it, I wonder if this is why I totally surprised myself during the Reindeer Run 5k?  I did most of my training on the treadmill at 0% incline, and then ran the race at a consistent nine-minute-mile pace -- about 1:30 faster than my training pace -- despite huge hills. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, felt good to run, and since I've added yoga and abs back into the routine this week, I'm feeling ahead of the game, and my scale seems to agree. For today at least... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4966710629827398982?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4966710629827398982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4966710629827398982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4966710629827398982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4966710629827398982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-my-treadmill.html' title='I hate my treadmill...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7868931589253997120</id><published>2009-04-07T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:54:48.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Just Needs To Decide</title><content type='html'>Seriously, what is up with 40 degree weather in April?  I don't think I can take these ups and downs anymore!  All of my running pants were put away and I had to dig them back out this morning, which I was not happy about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moxie and I went to the Hope Mills Park today and did our 2.6 miles.  I ran for 28:40 this time, which is the longest I've run in a while.  It's also about a minute longer than that course took me when I ran without Moxie, so I guess she does slow me down a little.  I know I said I won't worry about my distance so much, but it's hard when you do know exactly how long you are running.  I'm very disappointed to discover that I seem to be doing 11 minute miles as of late.  I thought I had left that behind long ago!  Logically I know it shouldn't matter, but my pride says it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was good to be out running on a morning when all I initially wanted to do was go back to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7868931589253997120?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7868931589253997120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7868931589253997120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7868931589253997120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7868931589253997120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather-just-needs-to-decide.html' title='The Weather Just Needs To Decide'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8481432405744313013</id><published>2009-04-06T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:29:25.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about the "H" word....and then the "P" word...</title><content type='html'>I ran yesterday afternoon, at about 2PM. I thought I'd see what it was like to run in the "heat," although it was just about 80 degrees and windy, but not humid -- not nearly as uncomfortable as it will be in a month or two.  Well, the "H" word (as in HOT) is absolutely no fun. In fact, it sucked.  The wind didn't help (you'd think it would) because it was blowing the yellow pine pollen in my face. I had sunglasses on to protect my eyes, but I'm sure that my lungs are covered with the stuff because I could taste it....gross. I was so hot and so covered in pollen that I even had to stop and walk a couple of times. All in all, I ran with a few brief walking breaks for about 35 minutes. Not even close to what I'd call a good run, but I can see two good outcomes of the run: 1) I now know that I must get up early in the summer to run or stick to the treadmill - the heat is only going to get worse, and 2) Running in the heat allowed me to wear my new running skirt!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the skirt -- totally comfortable, and very adorable by the way, so a trip to the grocery store pre- or post-run would be doable without me feeling sloppy (of course, you all know I don't really care and frequently shop in yoga pants, etc. but still...).  I told Ed I'd like to get several and just run in skirts all summer. From the way his eyes about fell out of his head when he first saw me in it (his comments have been censored for fear that those of you that have not lived with a soldier for over a decade might blush), I can see that he'll have no problem in my spending the money. Well, of course I'd be spending MY money, but that's another matter... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8481432405744313013?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8481432405744313013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8481432405744313013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8481432405744313013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8481432405744313013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-talk-about-h-wordand-then-p-word.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about the &quot;H&quot; word....and then the &quot;P&quot; word...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-511382768893767938</id><published>2009-04-05T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:15:50.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second New Rule</title><content type='html'>I ran today and created another rule for myself.  I'm not sure how long I'll keep it up, but for now it sounds good.  I've decided not to be so concerned with how far I run, distance wise.  I'll still keep track of my time and try never to go below 25 minutes (per rule #1) but I think for me it is important to be able to run for 30 minutes (for example) before I worry about how far I actually go.  I'm sure that eventually I will start running faster, and won't in be a pleasant surprise to someday find out that in 30 minutes I actually covered 3 miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do plan on someday soon going to an actual track and timing my official 1 mile time, so I have an idea of what I can do.  Then someday I can compare and see if I've gotten any faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ran for 26:01, and would have probably gone for another minute or so if a loose dog hadn't started following us. Poor Moxie was being so good but kept straining to turn around and look at it, and then it started trying to play with her.  Not too easy to deal with while pushing Laura in the stroller, so I stopped.  It was hot today, and I was about ready to take off my shirt if I wasn't so pale and flabby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-511382768893767938?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/511382768893767938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=511382768893767938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/511382768893767938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/511382768893767938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-new-rule.html' title='Second New Rule'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7650137355806811863</id><published>2009-04-03T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:38:20.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's New Rule</title><content type='html'>So my new rule for running is never less than 25 minutes.  That's the level I've finally built back up to, so I feel like if I'm going to improve, I have to make sure that my current maximum is actually my minimum (if that makes any sense).  Sure enough, the day I instituted my new rule, I almost broke it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of my neighborhood today and across our busy main road into another neighborhood.  They've been tearing houses down at the end of one of the streets, and I was curious so I decided to check it out on my run.  Sadly I found out absolutely nothing and had run myself almost a mile from home with only one way home-uphill.  It wasn't technically a hill, but an upward slope nonetheless.  I got back close to my house, checked my watch, and...only 17 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to keep running.  I ran and ran to fill those last 8 minutes, and I thought, surely this is how I will die.   I wanted to barf but I don't hate anyone in my neighborhood enough to barf in their grass, so I just kept going.  I was proud that I still had enough energy to do my token sprint at the end (only one house this time, how sad!)  All told-25:11.  Distance with be noted later, once I drive the course. *Approx 2.2 miles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7650137355806811863?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7650137355806811863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7650137355806811863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7650137355806811863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7650137355806811863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/claires-new-rule.html' title='Claire&apos;s New Rule'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8526844629064382152</id><published>2009-04-03T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:05:58.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeseburgers and bikinis...</title><content type='html'>While this is technically yesterday's post, I feel as though the events I'm about to share with you are worthy, if not timely....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day started out on an off note, as I slept in to a ridiculously late hour -- something I'm not at all accustomed to doing -- so running in the morning just wasn't possible. I dropped Shelby off at school, raced home, and immediately began the usual writing, email-checking, and conference calling...I looked up at the clock at one point, and realized it was 12:30 PM, and that I'd not eaten breakfast, let alone lunch. Now those of you that know me understand that this isn't all that unusual, since I rarely am moved to eat breakfast before 11 am, but yesterday was different -- I was suddenly famished. No sooner than I had acknowledged my hunger, my husband burst through the door (as is his way at lunchtime, since he works less than two miles from our house) and yelled "What's for lunch?!"  Normally this behavior annoys me, because he seems only to do this when I have my boss on the phone, or a potential client for my business, but yesterday I was pleased -- someone had arrived to make me lunch!  But, unfortunately, the healthy lunch I envisioned him making me was not to be. Instead, he said "If we leave RIGHT NOW, we can have lunch out, so get your shoes on!"  What fun!!  An impromptu lunch in the middle of the day with a person I love deeply, but rarely spend time with alone!  Until.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We jumped in the car, and headed to the gas station/convenience store that is about a half of a mile from our house, which...you guessed it....has a tiny restaurant in the back called "Miller's Too." I can't explain the name, and I can't explain why anyone would want to eat lunch at a gas station, but there we were. Now Husband had eaten there before, and the place was rather busy, so I took a deep breath and entered with high (ok, not very high) hopes. Turns out though, the visit to this restaurant was the highlight of my week!  And for those of you wondering, this story does have a "running end" to it, if you're still with me at that point....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place was small -- maybe eight booths and two tables -- and a girl who looked about 20 and a two-year-old that I assumed to be her child was set up at one of the tables, obviously keeping the toddler occupied while playing the role of waitress. We walked through the door, and the little girl looked at my husband and yelled "Hi Greg!  Hi Greg!  Hi Greg!" The child's mother looked at my husband and said...."Sorry....she thinks you're my dad....her grandfather...."  Of course, being the kind-hearted wife that I am, I immediately began laughing hysterically!  My husband, on the other hand, was less than pleased....he muttered "thanks..." (as in, "thanks for nothing...." or "thanks for reminding me I'm not 20 anymore, " or even "thanks for pointing out my slightly gray hair...")....I continued to laugh....and then I laughed some more.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved on to the actual lunch (yes, I was still laughing), and as I assessed my options, I realized that it was either "cheeseburger" or "fried chicken" so I went with the cheeseburger and fries. I ate every bite....and it was delicious!  As I was scarfing down, my neighbor showed up and added significantly to the experience (I'd finally taken a break from laughing, so as not to choke) by a conversation about his ability to live through a dog attack, how we'd stop a stalker, and what people in our neighborhood he felt were "weird."  Given this guy's past (he served our government for many years in a rather "underground" sort of way if you know what I mean?), I enjoyed his stories immensely and secretly was thankful that this guy was on our side....as in, with the wrong set of circumstances, the guy may have turned out.....quite differently... But since the clock was ticking, we left....I was stuffed. My hair and shirt smelled like a smoke-laden cheeseburger....and I had a run to attend to... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ed dropped me off and, surprisingly, my new bikini had arrived and was waiting on the doorstep during our absence. I cringed. I almost cried. But I was brave and put that tiny little thing on anyway. I liked it, and wasn't nearly as horrified as I thought I would be, but cheeseburger or no cheeseburger, the bikini reminded me that running wasn't optional. So off to the gym.... Given the fact that I smelled greasy and felt like I'd eaten a brick, I didn't run far, and in fact had to stop and walk at one point because my stomach hurt, but I was there. I even did a few sets on the cybex stuff in order to further counteract the "cheeseburger effect..." and after, I felt pretty good for having eaten a thousand calories of crap.  I even tried the bikini on again for Ed when he got home. He thought it covered up too much.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8526844629064382152?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8526844629064382152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8526844629064382152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8526844629064382152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8526844629064382152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheeseburgers-and-bikinis.html' title='Cheeseburgers and bikinis...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8957479604079339935</id><published>2009-03-31T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:04:57.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mediocre Running!</title><content type='html'>What a busy day that I actually forgot to post until just now.  Moxie and I ran today (well, she mostly walked quickly) and I was determined to make it a long run.  Long for me, at least.  I ran for 26:14, about 2.4 miles which is just such a slow pace.  And I really thought I was running for a lot longer than that!  I combined two of my courses and thought for sure it would equal at least 3 miles.  But oh well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a short family walk after dinner and I am tired tonight.  So I guess my exercise today did the trick.  And I'm ashamed to admit that I forgot to wear sunscreen on my face and I'm a little burned.  It figures-I was wearing it all winter, and then forget today.  Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8957479604079339935?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8957479604079339935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8957479604079339935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8957479604079339935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8957479604079339935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-mediocre-running.html' title='More Mediocre Running!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-5912959555059097474</id><published>2009-03-31T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:02:43.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning...</title><content type='html'>I ran on the treadmill before taking Shelby to school, and I have to admit that I love how I've felt all morning, and don't miss the pressure of "When am I going to run today?" one bit. I do think my treadmill lies to me though -- or maybe it's just me?  I was on a total of 32 minutes today (four minutes before, and two minutes after, were spent walking), and the treadmill said I only covered 2.76 miles.  Maybe this is right, but I felt like I was working harder today than that. Oh well...I'm not going to worry about it just yet. Instead, I'm going to focus on being happy that I ran!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-5912959555059097474?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5912959555059097474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=5912959555059097474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5912959555059097474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5912959555059097474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-morning.html' title='This morning...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2282112121915442364</id><published>2009-03-29T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:17:47.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind, Again</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the horrible wind, I ran for a whopping 12:31 today.  Awesome!  I had Laura in the stroller and Moxie pulling us along, so I actually ran a lot fast than I usually do.  That wind though-it was crazy!  Laura and I kept losing our hats and Moxie kept running sideways and then getting run over by the jogging stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my neighbor who suffers from asthma like me (although her's is a lot worse right now!) and we were saying we hate how unpredictable our asthma is.  On Thursday I felt good enough to run for almost 28 minutes, today, 12 almost killed me.  I hate that.  But at least I got out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2282112121915442364?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2282112121915442364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2282112121915442364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2282112121915442364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2282112121915442364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/wind-again.html' title='Wind, Again'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2694367177895211268</id><published>2009-03-29T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:36:59.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 5K!</title><content type='html'>After a tough Friday and a not-so-great Saturday in terms of my cold, I'm finally better. So, instead of thinking about the 150 things I should do around the house, I decided that I deserved 30 minutes to run outside. The weather is beautiful, with the exception of a fairly good wind, so out I went. It was wonderful!  I tried to ignore my pace and focus on the run. I headed to "the gardens" (Claire, you remember where I mean...) and ran around the neighborhood there. I was reminded of how much more fun it is to run outside (I wasn't counting down the seconds as I do with the treadmill), and that I need to plant tulips next fall. I encountered a total of three cars, except for the light traffic I saw as I crossed two main roads, and about a billion flowers and blooming dogwood trees. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually ran exactly 3.1 miles, although I wasn't purposefully trying to hit a 5K really, in 32:28. Not fast, but fast enough for me today!  And as I think about it, I really believe that that time is faster than my first "official" 5K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2694367177895211268?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2694367177895211268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2694367177895211268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2694367177895211268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2694367177895211268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/5k.html' title='A 5K!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7034784341029648344</id><published>2009-03-26T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:12:36.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 minutes of not so much fun....</title><content type='html'>...but I'm ok with that!  I'm sick today with a cold (sick enough to drink tea instead of coffee, which for me is a very big deal!), but I didn't want to skip my run entirely. So, I stepped on the treadmill with realistic expectations and a box of tissues near by (which actually ended up being a very good idea indeed...). I walked for 5 minutes, ran for 15 minutes, and then walked for another 5 minutes -- 2.05 miles of not so good, wiping my nose throughout (pardon the visual...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fast, and in fact fairly difficult, but as with yesterday it's better than nothing....and I'm subscribing to ER's theory that exercise will help me get over the cold, rather than hinder my recovery!  Fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7034784341029648344?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7034784341029648344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7034784341029648344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7034784341029648344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7034784341029648344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-minutes-of-not-so-much-fun.html' title='25 minutes of not so much fun....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7974428692971043596</id><published>2009-03-26T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:07:19.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must REALLY Hate The Treadmill</title><content type='html'>It's raining today, and I was faced with two choices: run at the gym on the treadmill, or run in the rain.  I chose to run in the rain.  It had been drizzling all morning but as I drove towards the park, it really started coming down.  Luckily it let up a bit and only rained for the first 8 minutes of my run.  After that it was just a mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the rain, it was actually pretty warm and I was glad I chose to wear shorts.  I went around the outer loop at HPM Park twice, which we know to be about 1.02 miles around.  Then I did the smaller loop, which is advertised at .6 miles.  So all together I did about 2.6 miles.  My overall time was 27:45.  First mile 10:33, second mile 21:14.  So I was going slow but not too slow.  I really was dying at the end, especially since that last little bit of the walking trail is upward sloping.  I was going to try to keep going to hit 30 minutes, but I wisely stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 1.5 hours and I'm still really feeling the burn.  I guess that's a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7974428692971043596?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7974428692971043596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7974428692971043596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7974428692971043596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7974428692971043596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-must-really-hate-treadmill.html' title='I Must REALLY Hate The Treadmill'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-2184520464925346333</id><published>2009-03-25T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:25:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quick mile</title><content type='html'>So I'm stuck on a conference call until 4:30 PM, which completely ruined my workout plans...or so I thought at first. As I was listening to the call (a focus of which, by the way, is supporting physical activity and healthy eating through policy and environmental change - a point that was not lost on me as I contemplated yet another day of no running...), I glanced over to my treadmill. It looked lonely.  I have speaker phone and a computer screen that can be seen from across the room. I ran a quick mile and walked some, and gave a bit of my attention to the call at the same time. I couldn't be MIA for too long, so I was on the treadmill a total of about 12 minutes (I think I covered about 1.25 miles or so?), but hey....better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not out from under the mountain of work that built up during the "big project," and my trip, but I'm getting there....I think.  If I don't have this figured out by next week, I'm guessing I'm heading back to early morning running. We'll see.  I've got to get moving though -- that 10K is on my mind, to say the least! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-2184520464925346333?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2184520464925346333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=2184520464925346333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2184520464925346333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/2184520464925346333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-quick-mile.html' title='Another quick mile'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-8007728404334703417</id><published>2009-03-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:06:01.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Keep Running!</title><content type='html'>Last night I bravely (or foolishly, I can't decide) posted on my personal blog about my running progress thus far.  I even was bold enough to include a "before and after" picture segment.  So I certainly can't slack off now, now that I have announced to everyone that I am actually getting in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, despite the 47 degree weather and high wind (it is spring, right?), Moxie and I set out with the goal of a long run.  The course I did was 2.3 miles and I finished in 25:19.  I have to admit I felt like I was running forever, surely at least 3 miles or more, so that was disappointing.  But at least I did over 25 minutes and my pace wasn't too ridiculously slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off to do some crunches since the picture I posted of myself sure makes it look like my tummy is toned, which it's not!  I have to live up to all my hype!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-8007728404334703417?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8007728404334703417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=8007728404334703417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8007728404334703417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/8007728404334703417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/must-keep-running.html' title='Must Keep Running!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-874548574142013064</id><published>2009-03-22T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:26:07.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Better</title><content type='html'>I think our 3 readers are probably getting tired of only reading about me doing a bad job while I run, and believe me, I'm getting tired of experiencing it!  I ran again with my husband this morning, pushing Laura in the jogging stroller, and only managed 21:09.  Not sure of the distance but it was definitely not 2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I'm going to map a few of my different routes once and for all so that I know how far it is as I run it.  That way I'll be able to tell if I finish in a respectable time or not.  Plus it will save me from driving around the neighborhood after I run, making all the neighbors think I am weird for circling the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the bright side, I didn't plan to run at all today, so I guess some is better than none!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-874548574142013064?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/874548574142013064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=874548574142013064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/874548574142013064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/874548574142013064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-much-better.html' title='Not Much Better'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-597593026180986672</id><published>2009-03-20T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:54:44.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>There isn't much to be said about today.  Husband is off of work, convinced me to run this morning-I made it 10 minutes before I had to stop and walk.  I couldn't breathe and couldn't move my legs.  I walked for 2 minutes and ran 10 more to make it back home.  I hope this is not a sign of things to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-597593026180986672?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/597593026180986672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=597593026180986672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/597593026180986672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/597593026180986672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-5419063666130299406</id><published>2009-03-20T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:52:11.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back..again?</title><content type='html'>Ok, back again from traveling, etc. and have just a few seconds to post....Ran in Pennsylvania once (a great run actually -- 2.5 miles, in 27 degree sunny weather!) and played ball outside once with my brother hard enough to call it a work out. Ran yesterday, but only a quick mile around the track at Shelby's school since I was pushed for time. Planning to run today, and hopefully tomorrow and Sunday if all goes well. Miss running, but I'm finding it hard to managing life well enough to fit it in consistently.  I realized this morning that the class I was taking last semester was a joke and took no time at all, but the one I'm in this semester is taking a ton of time....maybe that's the difference. No matter though...will keep at it! :-)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-5419063666130299406?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5419063666130299406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=5419063666130299406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5419063666130299406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/5419063666130299406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/backagain.html' title='Back..again?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-722254188954933017</id><published>2009-03-19T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:44:32.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst In A While</title><content type='html'>Man, what a horrible run.  I did 25:46, but felt awful the entire way.  I think towards the end I was practically walking.  Moxie was really lagging too.  It's nice today but I felt like I was baking the entire time.  Legs like lead, couldn't breathe, the whole 9 yards.  The good part is that my knee which I hurt yesterday didn't bother me.  My shins were bad for the beginning though, which wasn't pleasant.  I'll probably drive the route later to get my distance.  I'm starting to really wish I had a Garmin or GPS or something so I knew how far I am running while I'm actually doing it, rather than after the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: It was only about 2.2 miles.  How pathetic.  It is almost 9pm and I still feel tired and sore.  Must have really been a bad run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-722254188954933017?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/722254188954933017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=722254188954933017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/722254188954933017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/722254188954933017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/worst-in-while.html' title='Worst In A While'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-4073935891330443091</id><published>2009-03-17T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:23:18.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pleasant Surprise</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day in a long time that I've had to force myself to go run.  Sure there are days when I'm not totally feeling it, but today I REALLY didn't want to go out.  I promised myself if I just did one mile I would be released from my duty and could return home.  When I started out, even that one mile seemed like too much.  It was cold and windy, I was tired, and I had a ton of things to do once I got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as luck would have it, I warmed up a little bit, started being glad that I was out, and in the end, ran 2.5 miles.  I'm so happy I did, because after not running since Thursday, I thought for sure I wouldn't even hit 2 miles.  I came to a crossroads of sorts on my run, and I chose to go the route that took my farther from my house and probably tacked the last mile onto my run.  I almost went even farther since I was still feeling okay, but there was the whole problem of having to go back the way I came, and I knew if I went much farther I would be walking or crawling home.  It took my 26:10 which is a good amount of time to run for, but I am looking forward to the days when it is even longer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-4073935891330443091?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4073935891330443091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=4073935891330443091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4073935891330443091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/4073935891330443091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/pleasant-surprise.html' title='A Pleasant Surprise'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-7584116551726198936</id><published>2009-03-12T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:37:48.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, 2 Miles Again</title><content type='html'>Today I finally surpassed the 2 mile mark, for the first time in a while.  It took me almost 25 minutes to go 2.1 miles, which is SO slow, but I will blame all the wind for part of that.  But I'm glad I finally hit 2 miles again, and I hope that I can just keep bumping up my distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my course was different than usual and included two semi-hills, which I really felt in my thighs.  I did like it though, it seemed like a more challenging course.  And the good news is my knees felt fine.  Still, I think some new shoes should be in my future.  I've had this same pair since probably October, and even though I don't run a lot of miles per week, they've gotten a lot of use since I wore them a lot in the winter.  The trick is finding a comfortable pair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-7584116551726198936?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7584116551726198936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=7584116551726198936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7584116551726198936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/7584116551726198936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-2-miles-again.html' title='Finally, 2 Miles Again'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651032248422757278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hFquRMet3SI/TTjtB17wHgI/AAAAAAAADvA/WOxEUlDP-iw/s220/DSC035802.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914990012219313762.post-6923287116586673229</id><published>2009-03-11T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:34:11.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She signed up for a 10K, so she had to run...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how far I ran (I had to jump off mid-run for a few minutes, and the treadmill restarted before I returned....), but I ran for about 20 or 25 minutes (plus five minutes of walking to warm up), mostly at a ten-minute-mile pace. Felt really good, but I can tell I need to build up my endurance again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also just figured out how I'm going to run during my trip to Pennsylvania starting tomorrow. A trip or two to a local lake to run should be feasible since the weather looks clear, but in case of rain or snow, a local gym has a pretty good guest pass deal.  I'm going to go right now and pack my running gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 10K training has officially begun!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914990012219313762-6923287116586673229?l=angelaconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6923287116586673229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6914990012219313762&amp;postID=6923287116586673229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6923287116586673229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914990012219313762/posts/default/6923287116586673229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaconnor.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-signed-up-for-10k-so-she-had-to-run.html' title='She signed up for a 10K, so she had to run...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286190741200390057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wUNpeDb3Tc/SQX8Q52vcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6-GECZVzECU/S220/DSC00312.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
