tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80202320366922637792024-03-07T10:00:24.554-06:00Train or InsaneMostly INSANE! A diary of what I am going through to get through life... And keep on moving, one step in front of the other.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-53742094373584890722008-11-08T09:27:00.011-06:002008-11-08T10:19:51.341-06:00Latest..Well.. I just read <a href="http://lanasmarathonjourney.blogspot.com/">Lana</a> and <a href="http://micheletraining.blogspot.com/">Michele's</a> race reports for the IronMan and I am completely inspired. I feel like I want to go run 1000 miles today in honor of them. Of course I could probably only bust out 3 of the 1000 but even so I am just in awe of their accomplishments and I think I will start training for my half..officially.<br /><br />School is going really well for me. Better than expected. I have made a A on every test so far and the studying hasn't been too horrible. The professor has turned out to be a hoot and I love her. So much so I am taking her class again next semester. (A/P 2) I have met some cool people in the class I enjoy and have become friends with.<br /><br />As far as training goes, my hip still hurts but I am trying to run. I have also started doing bootcamp at the YMCA every morning at 5:45 to sort of kick start me back into regular training. I figure it will get me into the habit of early morning work-outs since I have no time in the afternoons to train with school, work, and kids taking up the day.<br /><br />I swam my first mile a few weeks ago (With breaks..can't do a solid mile yet). My kids are on the swim team this winter and I was going swimming on the days they swim cause I was there anyway but there is ONE lane open for free swim during practice and 6 people swimming circles in that lane so I am trying to go after work twice a week and then on sat. or sun. The weekdays are hard and sometim es I get there and sometimes I don't. After bootcamp is over in seven weeks..maybe I will re-join the masters swim program and swim in the morning at 5am. (Whew) I have to do it if I ever plan to REALLY swim a mile. Can't take breaks in the ocean or lake. I saw Lana talking about how much fun she had during the swim and I shudder. maybe someday I will feel the same way. I have to admit I am finally enjoying my swims somewhat but I can't say I would if I had to swim 2 miles while being kicked in the face. She's a freak of nature!!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgPSFyZUpncyLfbTNr7PWZO2BS1LdguMRXsOmtKmOhswIOZx8nhxze3NX8A5oIXdBdOmdeBhgFhgwKgf6OZDv8R6kIgzVvwKviRLxDbcYJZevS8WaVfDbQSCc8k5fIZQTHzch9fJe5zY/s1600-h/DSCN1111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgPSFyZUpncyLfbTNr7PWZO2BS1LdguMRXsOmtKmOhswIOZx8nhxze3NX8A5oIXdBdOmdeBhgFhgwKgf6OZDv8R6kIgzVvwKviRLxDbcYJZevS8WaVfDbQSCc8k5fIZQTHzch9fJe5zY/s320/DSCN1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266310481565429106" border="0" /></a>Bailey in his warm-ups<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1AJwWSvTptrcQ0_4YZWaprtJWzs6cpAzSh_7qfVlr8eDc9qBoFIih4nVPHejxpx2bmOgYFMDqQxNeeWEcIgcw6wmvIg5BVmxmUUWcP6CgSwYxsGB3-FzGlYTneIvZ9hJ7EaoTrgwFwpw/s1600-h/DSCN1114.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1AJwWSvTptrcQ0_4YZWaprtJWzs6cpAzSh_7qfVlr8eDc9qBoFIih4nVPHejxpx2bmOgYFMDqQxNeeWEcIgcw6wmvIg5BVmxmUUWcP6CgSwYxsGB3-FzGlYTneIvZ9hJ7EaoTrgwFwpw/s320/DSCN1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266311132472906066" border="0" /></a><br />This is Bailey standing between two of the biggest 11 year olds in the history of 11 year olds. Bailey is considered to be on the average/larger category of the growth charts if that tells you anything. What did they feed these kids anyway? He had to swim against them and was not happy.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgryTKXPKwWik2LMhz3k8BTBdjocpqAQDbShy4vRlvgOAr0LisEdYc22ndxZVE2uzyH3huM30qUhnlkmAnMMQUjTw-WbMfpUV29E9L1Fg801gWlYHvKyG7TZLpGLVjuf93OC0Yg9WJ9qFs/s1600-h/DSCN1118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgryTKXPKwWik2LMhz3k8BTBdjocpqAQDbShy4vRlvgOAr0LisEdYc22ndxZVE2uzyH3huM30qUhnlkmAnMMQUjTw-WbMfpUV29E9L1Fg801gWlYHvKyG7TZLpGLVjuf93OC0Yg9WJ9qFs/s320/DSCN1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266309849388468866" border="0" /></a>Bailey about to start the race<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9GIhyphenhyphencQLPIoQjzpYAWZ_iFA9Ea-N3Kw5hqjYB9RpFB2NOXeaLZizQpUmFW2aotyuCBLE_bax2wUsOjt5cIpPAq15gybbhUBe2F-TDDc62LDYt5xONwNfToLyCvjl22JNy5hQVpqwLDg/s1600-h/DSCN1115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9GIhyphenhyphencQLPIoQjzpYAWZ_iFA9Ea-N3Kw5hqjYB9RpFB2NOXeaLZizQpUmFW2aotyuCBLE_bax2wUsOjt5cIpPAq15gybbhUBe2F-TDDc62LDYt5xONwNfToLyCvjl22JNy5hQVpqwLDg/s320/DSCN1115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266315504094655442" border="0" /></a><br />Again.. Massive kids. Maybe I should get Bailey some protein shakes. Something. I never considered him to be scrawny till this day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCn_6QTkdtizcjq7z1z7NpixUaibgwRsG3Pfie9Kj2W937cLIKnY2M7EO3yv3tJ-97Cg-O6gskO3B9xKPMG_hwkBrb-TLnsdDaDK9S3hDK1dFVQSFHmQWqM4qQgCts4j5ejqE9kl40lo/s1600-h/DSCN1108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCn_6QTkdtizcjq7z1z7NpixUaibgwRsG3Pfie9Kj2W937cLIKnY2M7EO3yv3tJ-97Cg-O6gskO3B9xKPMG_hwkBrb-TLnsdDaDK9S3hDK1dFVQSFHmQWqM4qQgCts4j5ejqE9kl40lo/s320/DSCN1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266309321145106354" border="0" /></a><br />Connor on the other hand...He's just a skinny kid and will always be. He will never have to worry about a weight problem other than trying to put some on. He takes after my side of the family and looks just like my brother at that age. My brother can still eat his weight in food and not gain an ounce. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnibEtbgo3_pSiY5dpNh0ZQq9rcysSdDHFWacfZqEqiHApu6VBNJR8wtfE6MpSqb04zYawKWsLhOmZwB7ui7nWF0gvmcQYdOB6qLOqaYPR2NYGtmClG6z4V4piMwB2hyh3nqHSTDIp2Cw/s1600-h/DSCN1116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnibEtbgo3_pSiY5dpNh0ZQq9rcysSdDHFWacfZqEqiHApu6VBNJR8wtfE6MpSqb04zYawKWsLhOmZwB7ui7nWF0gvmcQYdOB6qLOqaYPR2NYGtmClG6z4V4piMwB2hyh3nqHSTDIp2Cw/s320/DSCN1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313618304313234" border="0" /></a>Connor about to start his race<br /></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-24349207063111275182008-08-27T06:43:00.011-06:002008-08-27T21:20:38.874-06:00SCHOOLEDI started school last night and there are some things I am going to need to figure out. To begin with, I slipped one of my kids ADHD pills last semester to see if it would help. Come to find out, that's what my problem has been all along when it comes to school. When it's kicking...I absolutely love the feeling. I feel ecstatic and my brain becomes an information sponge, so see why college kids buy it on the street. I didn't have to go to these extremes, though. I easily obtained a prescription and last semester I took it everyday. (Vyvance- 30mg)<br /><br />The side effects are horrendous though. I can't eat, I am thirsty, I can't sleep at night, and talk about being a BTCH...when that stuff start's wearing off at the end of the day I become moody as hell and lash out. I talked to the doc about it and there's not much I can do but take a different pill towards the end of the day to ease me off, but I am not big on pills so I didn't do that. I just waited till the end of the semester and I have been off of it all summer. Well, I started taking it again last week to get used to the side effects and went to school last night. The problem is....it wear's off during class. (Downward spiral commence.)<br /><br />So #1...The instructor is Russian. It's hard enough to understand her with the accent, but when I can't focus it's REALLY HARD.<br /><br /># 2: She is very Russian. Strict, to-the-point. (Think Edna Mode of The Incredibles...The lady who made the "Super-Suits". Not sure if she is Russian but that's who she reminded me of. Or even Lucy Lu's character on Charlie's Angels. The scene where she was in front of the group of men at the business meeting) She bit someone's head off (Including mine) over a question on the syllabus, then asked "Anymore questions?" I looked around and everyone is timidly shaking their heads "No" with these huge eyes. "Good..Now, back to the syllabus." Ah Maaaaannnn. This is going to be a LOOOONNNNGGG semester.<br /><br /># 3: During the lecture portion, I found myself floating away, feeling bored, and a song stuck in my head. ("In My House"...Mary Jane Girls. OMG SERIOUSLY?? No more 80's on the way to school for me!) This didn't happen last semester in my history class. I found it to be the most interesting topic in all the world and took notes that could be published for a study guide. (Everyone wanted to borrow mine because I always made 100's on the test...plus ALL the extra credit questions) I looked over my notes from last night when I got up this morning, and I can barely read them. It looks like a 2nd grader wrote them.<br /><br />#4: I almost beat the shit out of the vending machine because it took my money. I snack like crazy when the meds wear off, and my blood sugar is low from the lack of food all day so it's not a good time to mess with me. Some poor kid put some change in the machine to help me retrieve the object of my desire (Cheddar cheese pretzel Combos) which worked because then 2 fell out. SCORE!! I'll pay him back Thurs.<br /><br />So what do I do? School is going to be as challenging for me as an IronMan if I don't get it together.<br /><br />Oh.. I almost forgot. #5: NO DRINKS IN CLASS! This includes water. The medication causes me to be extremely thirsty even after it wears off so there's yet ANOTHER distraction, and I was watching the clock and counting down the minutes till break so I could suck down my water bottle.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-4033880212044198372008-08-25T18:03:00.005-06:002008-08-25T21:12:06.319-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1K5PoYjbJIy_1-j2OMCI3R-vOMOWC4DDiENr22QhC-mIzHgb6_Myw4JKaEdWuRv0Fqpo9oGJs7l6IsTI83W2eHq1f54gCTmN14VqTWII5td3Q_5PCF59KlFhkQo69vY9_fKmh-v14Io/s1600-h/sc001b9a32.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1K5PoYjbJIy_1-j2OMCI3R-vOMOWC4DDiENr22QhC-mIzHgb6_Myw4JKaEdWuRv0Fqpo9oGJs7l6IsTI83W2eHq1f54gCTmN14VqTWII5td3Q_5PCF59KlFhkQo69vY9_fKmh-v14Io/s320/sc001b9a32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238608040510924690" border="0" /></a><br />Me: 19 on watch in the Navy<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here's another moment in time from the Vault. Responsible me...3 am watch with another chick. We were the only two in the barracks that night because everyone else was out doing some night drill. We had the radio up and we were dancing, and were having the best time blowing off some bootcamp steam, but was short-lived... unfortantly we got caught. The rest of this week was spent scrubbing floors and toilets with a toothbrush. Worth it? OF COURSE!!<br /><br />This past Sat I did the M'Boro Hot 100, only I did the 33 mile loop instead of the 100 mile loop. (I'm not crazy yet) My riding buddy Jessika IS crazy though and she did the 100 mile. She has only gone 55 miles before that so she was convinced her life was coming to a close about half way through it, then luckily she said she went numb and doesn't remember miles 75-100. I think I did really good on my little loop and I was only beginning to wish for an end to it the last 3 miles. The weather was perfect...cloudy and spitting rain. Had it been hot and sunny like last weekend I am sure I would not have had as positive of an experience. The 17 mile stop was basically a buffet so I can only hope future rides will be as delicious. Can't beat peanut butter and honey sandwiches after a long ride.<br /><br />Yesterday I tried out some speedwalking and let me just say..It Aint no JOKE!! I felt it in my calves and abs so instead of running I will do this when my training plan calls for it. I started Physical Therapy last week and they don't want me running for the time being. I am praying they can get my hip fixed because I am going crazy with anxiety. I need to RUN!! I swam today for 30 mins. and I am supposed to ride tomorrow but Tropical Depression Fay may have other plans for me. It's supposed to rain for the next few days. Bummer.<br /><br />I start school tomorrow night, and I am taking Anatomy and Physiology. I will be going 2 nights a week. This is the main source of my anxiety because I know how I get over school. Everything else starts to slide and slack off....Working out, cleaning the house...etc. I have a 4.0 right now and I shudder to think I have to do a repeat of last semester to obtain one again this semester, but this class is going to be even harder than my last classes were. (History and Med. Terminology) I studied my ass off for those grades and that is ALL I DID!! If I am gone again for awhile, you now know the reason.<br /></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-16624902865944211122008-08-17T06:43:00.006-06:002008-08-25T18:04:19.618-06:00GNACLAst week I did a ride with GNAC starting at Edwin Warner Park. There were three different levels to choose from, and I choose the shortest route of 24 miles. When I lived in Tullahoma, I used to bike 22 miles every other day on my hybrid and it was a piece of cake. This ride?.....not so much. Most of the people riding this distance had completed an Ironman only weeks ago, so this was to be a "Slow-recovery ride" for them. "Good" I thought. "A chance for me to keep up". They all had their IronMan gear on and their fancy Tri-bikes so I was already intimidated, but maybe since they were doing a "recovery" ride I had a chance.<br /><br />I took my position at the back of the pack with the sweeper, and off we went. The pace was comfortable and I felt really good. They must either be tired or I am a stud because I was keeping up with ease. (I honestly figured they were tired..maybe I can keep up the whole distance) About 4 miles into it, we came to our first "Hill"..(Is that what they called it?) This is where I got left, and I came this close >< to loosing my breakfast. They went up the "Hill" like it was a straight-away. Just up and over...I swear I heard rocket engines. Where did they get this strength, and who is this guy coming back down the hill? Is he CRAZY? It was all I could do to keep from legs moving and not topple over. The guy who came back was coming back FOR ME!! (Awwwwwww. Now if I can only refrain from throwing up) He encouraged me onward and wasn't even winded, and I couldn't respond to anything he was saying except a grunt. FINALLY...the top of the hill came into view around the bend, and WOW; there was the rest of the pack not too far ahead of me. "See?" The crazy guy who came back for me said, "You did it, and you ARE keeping up." "Grunt" I said. From there we were going 37 MPH straight down and around some serious curves. I made it. This ride went on and on endlessly and FINALLY some dude towards the back with me got a Flat tire. THANK GOD!! I know that's awful but I needed an excuse to stop.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-28061411072045500132008-08-10T17:27:00.006-06:002008-08-11T17:42:04.791-06:00Deciding<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0Lq7hw7qjs19fTRDTAxOh-9EdDwBbxhYu-77G2fGr1xJiLcf5C9JN2e-rwVyI1f1BcYQILbPHC0OnR2415uwXQVn7_Rjk1xTNnKpPnhHngGlOGmkefWZtg6BaEPpw43wuj0cuk99Fhc/s1600-h/DSCN0114_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0Lq7hw7qjs19fTRDTAxOh-9EdDwBbxhYu-77G2fGr1xJiLcf5C9JN2e-rwVyI1f1BcYQILbPHC0OnR2415uwXQVn7_Rjk1xTNnKpPnhHngGlOGmkefWZtg6BaEPpw43wuj0cuk99Fhc/s320/DSCN0114_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233040703741048786" border="0" /></a><br />Kelli and Me<br /><br /></div>Somehow I am now motivated to start....or RE-start training. Maybe it's the Olympics, or maybe I am just stir crazy. I don't know. But Kelli has asked me to train for the M'boro Half in Sept. (BWAHAHAHAHA) and I am also thinking of doing the Jack and Back. Keep up the training and throw in some swimming for good measure and I can do a Half IronMan later next year. That's the plan. (Swimming....UGH)<br /><br />Although I know for a fact I cannot be ready for a half marathon by Sept. considering I can't run to the mailbox next door, I will train with Kelli but I don't think I will sign up. Maybe by Dec. I can be ready for the Memphis Half so in reality I am shooting for that. My friend Kerry from the bike Pedler took me on an endless ride last week and I feel more confident on my road bike. I have issues with falling over so I rarely ride it. This morning I went 14 miles with Doug, and I think I could have gone 20 in the time allotted, but he has a Trek hybrid and can't keep up the pace so 14 it was. I plan to do another long ride with Kerry again this week and then a ride or two on my own.<br /><br />In the morning I am going for my first swim OF THE YEAR and pray I don't drown. One lap. If it's all I can do then it's all I can do. I know I can do more but I don't want to set myself up for failure.. HA... If I do one... YES!!!! If I do more...even better, but it starts with one.<br /><br />I am trying to get Kelli to train with me for the Half IronMan but she has Hair issues. Her hair is super curly and thick, and she only washes it a couple of times a week because it takes her forever to blow it out straight so she stays out of the pool unless it's a wash day. I recently cut all my hair off because it was damaged so it's no big deal to me to get it wet, but I can admit it was a pain last year when it was longer. I only washed it every 3 days if I didn't swim. NASTY! With it short I can wash it whenever. When I was 23 it was REALLY short, and I have thought about cutting it off like that again. Here's a pic of me with my sister in 1996 . ( I was 23) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEt5LU60k8hZNbzHje0dPGVC40MHRLIj80ufXxJB5GPIE42d4Ca-tqLQEVnH-KAd0_XVmlyruMRsBMLgX-IUJ21stvcJ4aUmx4R_J1NmEbxvXBoAcwv0KhPmCevAgTPY5g-rTKfXUK-CE/s1600-h/sc02a76f3a01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEt5LU60k8hZNbzHje0dPGVC40MHRLIj80ufXxJB5GPIE42d4Ca-tqLQEVnH-KAd0_XVmlyruMRsBMLgX-IUJ21stvcJ4aUmx4R_J1NmEbxvXBoAcwv0KhPmCevAgTPY5g-rTKfXUK-CE/s320/sc02a76f3a01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233042345723068626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />UPDATE: I went swimming this afternoon instead and I swam 20 whole laps! WOO-HOO!<br />I will swim 21 on Wednesday. If I can do 40...even better.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-10354621981037072232008-08-02T11:40:00.025-06:002008-08-26T20:14:13.645-06:00Almost a year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAR1AbrOCD58CBmeXpYW7D22k4xto4bYLBS1efl6LjtUlQ_zBaNaVs_WSLJv7irnHmIXhA9WiEOH9JyuzxUBjLLj6efHodJwP0v0_DlTbgLNpsOSwoNzU8Ppu12CKv39LF74Mc8RbtGss/s1600-h/DSCN0240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAR1AbrOCD58CBmeXpYW7D22k4xto4bYLBS1efl6LjtUlQ_zBaNaVs_WSLJv7irnHmIXhA9WiEOH9JyuzxUBjLLj6efHodJwP0v0_DlTbgLNpsOSwoNzU8Ppu12CKv39LF74Mc8RbtGss/s320/DSCN0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229983446460874050" border="0" /></a><br />Where I have been? To be honest, I haven't been training AT ALL this year. I am a total bum. I have had injury after injury which has kept me from training..or running I guess I should say.<br /><br />I signed up for the CMM half and my hip went out again during the 10 mile run. I hobbled home the last 2 miles and that was back in March. It's STILL screwed up. I am convinced it's a stress fracture but who knows. (The doctor if I would go)<br /><br />SOOOO..my newest mission is bike riding. And I don't mean road bikes, although I have been doing that with my husband 3 days a week. (He's lost 20 lbs) I am running any errand in a 3 mile radius by bike if at all possible. Yesterday I ordered a <a href="http://www.xtracycle.com/">F</a><a href="http://www.xtracycle.com/">reeRadical</a> to attach to my Trek which will make it even more of a beast. It should be built up by September hopefully and I will even be able to haul a weeks worth of groceries home.<br /><br />I started back to school last semester and that took up a HUGE portion of my free time. For the first time ever I can say I am a nerd. I have a 4.0 gpa. Woo-Hoo!! Although I will be 80 before I ever graduate, I will chip away at it and hopefully get into nursing school. It is so competitive, though so my other options would be economics or urban planning. But I think nursing would be an easier job to obtain, and it has always been an interest so I have my heart set on that.<br /><br />I would really like to start training again, soon. It drives me crazy to read the other blogs and see what ya'll have all been up to and I have nothing spectacular to report. I had hoped to pursue a half-ironman this year and maybe I would have if my hip had cooperated. Not only that, but my neck and back kept going out, too. I haven't had an issue with those for a month and I started walking again. My hip aches towards the end of my 4 mile loop, but it's almost immediate ( like 1/4 th of a mile) when I try to run. The biking/ walking is keeping my weight in check somewhat. I've gained 6 pounds, but compared to last year I needed the extra cushion because I got too skinny according to Doug. I don't like how my clothes fit but I guess it's Ok. They are tighter around the butt and thighs. I am blaming that on biking. (At least that's what I am saying anyway. LOL! Of course It could also be the chocolate malt balls from Fresh Market I am addicted to. It's like a chocolate bomb in your mouth. Heaven. )<br /><br />Now for your entertainment... a pic of me at 19 years old when I was in the Navy. Miramar, San Diego, CA 1992..Grunge was cool...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwX3Q0rYOWDlvTdYYp8fAAmldn4FXUW9gZM5cfJx15BCESDW2IzkVUJmzyirUG-u1VRPjIdSCXVpGJWo_RQIHnH8ql_NbKJdLxV_kcztJUhtGy4GyDkKLA4jtM1Y2yN7WTUV4-v28HR9A/s1600-h/sc0019d28401.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwX3Q0rYOWDlvTdYYp8fAAmldn4FXUW9gZM5cfJx15BCESDW2IzkVUJmzyirUG-u1VRPjIdSCXVpGJWo_RQIHnH8ql_NbKJdLxV_kcztJUhtGy4GyDkKLA4jtM1Y2yN7WTUV4-v28HR9A/s320/sc0019d28401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229986260383287810" border="0" /></a><br />I did my first 5 k around this time, The Carlsbad 5000, and I had a bike I rode EVERYWHERE. I went to the beach every weekend by bike. It was faster than taking the bus. I fell in love with the vibe there..everyone running and biking and just loving life. VERY different from the place I grew up. (Small town where I mostly got made fun of and crap thrown at me when I was out biking or running. WTF?? LOL.)<br /><br />No responsibility..no worries. My friend took it. We were hiking around in the desert-like region of the base taking photos of the landscape and posing. I remember posing for this pic like it was two weeks ago. What was I thinking about? Not bills! I can tell ya that right now. I was probably thinking about the F-14 pilot I was obsessed with at the time. I was not "allowed" to date the pilot because I was enlisted and he was an officer. Did it stop me? (Did it stop anybody? Heeeeccckkkk NO!) Or maybe I was smiling because it was taken in a place I knew was "Off Limits". Oooooooooooooo..... We never could figure out why and of course that was the place we would all hang out. We never got caught either..lol! I think that was part of the charm...seeing what we could get away with in the military. So many rules... It was a good thing and a bad thing for me. I tended to "walk the line" a bit back then when it came to rules; sometimes crossing it, and I don't know why. My theory with the military was that the rules were there to keep us in line, and they knew we would break some. But if they had tons and tons of them maybe it would help to keep some kind of order. And some of them...eh..... The chick who took the photo was my partner in crime. It's like we were on a mission to see what we could get away with on a daily basis. What was under that concrete thing I was sitting on? A tunnel? A tunnel to what?? Is that why the area was "Off Limits"?<br /><br />These days a flash of that girl shows up from time to time..esp when I go home. I don't know what happens to me, but when I get around my old friends...there she is. It happened this past weekend at a party in my hometown. I am no longer 35 year old married mother of two/ business owner bogged down with worry and responsibility. I'm the chick in the photo. Of course, those who really know me don't take me seriously. And those who don't know me...I apologize. I realize how I came off. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljJ6RaGnEAK3r1Flz7cbpRNr2jB92YY-HV0UJs6K84YEL6zVSwa4cHiq9gwj1Vxoj85lzINOPRNZc8oauBLg-7428SSVeonChBsP3ZyVMbm67EcL28Lol8pqGtZkx0tgpeDTpXw0Bsyw/s1600-h/DSCN0976.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljJ6RaGnEAK3r1Flz7cbpRNr2jB92YY-HV0UJs6K84YEL6zVSwa4cHiq9gwj1Vxoj85lzINOPRNZc8oauBLg-7428SSVeonChBsP3ZyVMbm67EcL28Lol8pqGtZkx0tgpeDTpXw0Bsyw/s320/DSCN0976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230031503416728050" border="0" /></a> And I would like to take this opportunity to blame the antics of Saturday night on my Best guy friend of all time...Timmy. I can't even look at him with a straight face and he just has this way of making mischief pure joy. Look at him...You can just tell there's gonna be trouble before the night is over and he brings that side of me out like no one else and he always has! Timmy, I love you more than I can say!Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-66467325849768878452007-09-15T06:26:00.000-06:002007-09-15T07:05:23.771-06:00It's been MONTHS!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocisgvG39g4IzkXCuBbOQHKLFw7xixPpeJnJ3i6QPN7fC7PC5PUsyAfwADy7dBK8wOpNPz2O1jitaNxIq17mRDMUTvy_3H7nKHfOrjFU6Ceptm5hH4FvxJ4F4DqI2BxoTtsFT1b6k_-Y/s1600-h/100_0661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocisgvG39g4IzkXCuBbOQHKLFw7xixPpeJnJ3i6QPN7fC7PC5PUsyAfwADy7dBK8wOpNPz2O1jitaNxIq17mRDMUTvy_3H7nKHfOrjFU6Ceptm5hH4FvxJ4F4DqI2BxoTtsFT1b6k_-Y/s320/100_0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110412488472135954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNNwJsczS9-VV6wjtWl-AdWDScu0jbN-Fc9ZJHg03_bTJ57VSkFN3Ksa-n6MIbWzSHzkGuOpAcFqSE8XPaGtOpIPh9bfX1a77KFSqxM64xbVuxPzOkBoWwxUs6Y00P1N2lsmjDOIFkp0/s1600-h/100_0667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNNwJsczS9-VV6wjtWl-AdWDScu0jbN-Fc9ZJHg03_bTJ57VSkFN3Ksa-n6MIbWzSHzkGuOpAcFqSE8XPaGtOpIPh9bfX1a77KFSqxM64xbVuxPzOkBoWwxUs6Y00P1N2lsmjDOIFkp0/s320/100_0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110413145602132274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvTQOyz5IbcfRDCrsdwl5QP9syo1YGHtttQVKU9MtD0-nt_OXDq8dIbrCYcWDxFm_9UUiRhMOp5yOni0ItGYP1lREo-pTxh0D-b1oax50sr42KctiYESqYr_jXjalzLqGMVz-4XIcJ-Q/s1600-h/100_0677.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvTQOyz5IbcfRDCrsdwl5QP9syo1YGHtttQVKU9MtD0-nt_OXDq8dIbrCYcWDxFm_9UUiRhMOp5yOni0ItGYP1lREo-pTxh0D-b1oax50sr42KctiYESqYr_jXjalzLqGMVz-4XIcJ-Q/s320/100_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110411663838415090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sMwrXNtOlLmmVKknsDbxPZ4Rz_9h8DZ0qYySOb8UghtfEp1g9W-95t0bwyyNk68Kbaep4WOYplDqevK3gXuuKUaDwcVWPsHje0u3YAjQQ-hA0T-BbAJKPHxK2VhJrXcBkXlf_Mqb3Sg/s1600-h/100_0675.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sMwrXNtOlLmmVKknsDbxPZ4Rz_9h8DZ0qYySOb8UghtfEp1g9W-95t0bwyyNk68Kbaep4WOYplDqevK3gXuuKUaDwcVWPsHje0u3YAjQQ-hA0T-BbAJKPHxK2VhJrXcBkXlf_Mqb3Sg/s320/100_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110411006708418770" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJ51napqxzRV22CDxxW8SI1Cxdef7rKw7-tC2J7681GBeVkqw78qIVlPjE1vqBc435_d4yc_UWKFWaBeIzm2PHhk8BEzSgn1WyHcu7D_KwtkOcL649iF0GWX7vOToVR-zd4ISCLpP89s/s1600-h/100_0676.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJ51napqxzRV22CDxxW8SI1Cxdef7rKw7-tC2J7681GBeVkqw78qIVlPjE1vqBc435_d4yc_UWKFWaBeIzm2PHhk8BEzSgn1WyHcu7D_KwtkOcL649iF0GWX7vOToVR-zd4ISCLpP89s/s320/100_0676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110411277291358434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpt5Lcg_T-lj6GgAXjfe1It-2JI0FIKXCtAqmeaZuJkE7p74Q8r0STG2jyaH1-i4LWQC01-Q3oBuIEFxG7XgvuzsiebSXTMed7KrImiQWDLkrVwLs8VA-6xPRx5is3aT155374Lj-DcE/s1600-h/100_0686.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpt5Lcg_T-lj6GgAXjfe1It-2JI0FIKXCtAqmeaZuJkE7p74Q8r0STG2jyaH1-i4LWQC01-Q3oBuIEFxG7XgvuzsiebSXTMed7KrImiQWDLkrVwLs8VA-6xPRx5is3aT155374Lj-DcE/s320/100_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110410761895282882" border="0" /></a><br />NO..I am not dead. I just haven't been training at all since the Triathlon. I noticed over the summer I was getting weaker and weaker until it got to a point that I could hardly run at all. I would go to speed sessions and barely make it around the track one time, I couldn't keep up with my running buddies, and I was just plain old exhausted. And then basically after the triathlon I collasped. I was so frustrated because it didn't matter how hard I tried to push myself, my body refused to cooperate, so it got to a point to where I just stopped training at all. I finally went to the doctor and after some blood work, they found I had hypothyroidism. Basically, my thyroid has shut down and that zapped all of my energy. The doc said over training can cause it...especially if it was starting to not function as well anyway. I had the flu back in March while I was trying to train for the Country Music Marathon..and I haven't felt 100% since then. I am thinking that may have contributed to it. So now I have to take a pill every day for the rest of my life to do the work of my thyroid. I have been on it since Thursday of last week, and I have been running a few times, but I don't feel much different. I hope it just takes a while for the pill to kick in. Of course, the lack of training these past few months might have something to do with it. I am able to complete a full work-out at the gym, so at least I can do SOMETHING. And I am walking....I have the energy for that. I will just continue to do what I can until I am able to train again.<br /><br />Last night the boys stayed at my mother in laws house so Doug and I went out and got crazy. His friends were playing at The End so he invited me to go. (We hardly ever go out) We started at a Mexican Resturant and I have a Margarita. (yum).. then we went to this place called Alladin's Hookah Bar. How cool was that? They had a belly dancer come in and I wanted to stay but we had to get to his friend's gig. I already had a nice buzz working so I took pics of us making out, and we ended up leaving early (hehe) On our way out the other wives stopped us and said they were jealous. They wished their husbands would kiss on them in public places. Doug really isn't a PDA type of guy either...it was just one of those nights I guess. HA! I am wanting to be proactive in spicing up our marriage a bit. All I seem to do lately is bitch and complain about EVERYTHING that's not right in my life. I feel it's time to take matters into my own hands and stop waiting for things to happen. If I want excitement..then be exciting. Easy..simple. If I am bored..find something to do. If I am sick..go to the doctor. I mean DUH. If the house is a mess..clean it. .....Ok..that may be pushing it. :)Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-7260495152694555132007-07-29T10:37:00.001-06:002007-07-29T17:42:04.384-06:00Cedars of Lebanon Tri<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavpjNHoOooxJICyM2N0CIbh2JOYqVVyTFbVStqiXA3Y7n43OOxTen7V86afBWHsgJKYVsEyoKQk-98_84B5yI4oM3tdjHr3PMSgdGnlB3F6Jf6ZJkNVVYKJCQ05WipiRuz0g8ZpSAKFc/s1600-h/P7280174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavpjNHoOooxJICyM2N0CIbh2JOYqVVyTFbVStqiXA3Y7n43OOxTen7V86afBWHsgJKYVsEyoKQk-98_84B5yI4oM3tdjHr3PMSgdGnlB3F6Jf6ZJkNVVYKJCQ05WipiRuz0g8ZpSAKFc/s320/P7280174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092659491691314306" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://micheletraining.blogspot.com/">Michele,</a> Me, Wayne, and <a href="http://trisonq.blogspot.com/">Patrick</a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhquMJkvFqdBXffZTJtKIYZdNWvwwNZAEnIDLhCmQBmz4n7jemTBCDk_WXudnpv_8KrJ8wKz91qmBNnpOJ5hRPqJPT5FMP7W4N0oVPPwezrQGhpHmdu8_24o2gtnda4UJEoWxY4W_crm4k/s1600-h/P7280176.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhquMJkvFqdBXffZTJtKIYZdNWvwwNZAEnIDLhCmQBmz4n7jemTBCDk_WXudnpv_8KrJ8wKz91qmBNnpOJ5hRPqJPT5FMP7W4N0oVPPwezrQGhpHmdu8_24o2gtnda4UJEoWxY4W_crm4k/s320/P7280176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092659229698309234" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://zbuck.blogspot.com/">Zbuck!</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LXikJ3zwwWYw32mYtgaq1a9UZShTHPm5whn1w2PsetuuKdsvGWAQyASknQaRz3llWPLxH-uojyQLkR4xBJ9N5rE0DuZOXzdQO4gOapZpDitNE8ndD4esNQihQ5UhxI2YS0uoqA7FPmU/s1600-h/100_0480.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LXikJ3zwwWYw32mYtgaq1a9UZShTHPm5whn1w2PsetuuKdsvGWAQyASknQaRz3llWPLxH-uojyQLkR4xBJ9N5rE0DuZOXzdQO4gOapZpDitNE8ndD4esNQihQ5UhxI2YS0uoqA7FPmU/s320/100_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092658989180140642" border="0" /></a><br />Connor's stitches are out!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday I did the Cedars of Lebanon Triathon (my third) and it was a sprint. Because I have been such a slacker this summer with my training..it was difficult and I am not exactly proud of my performance. But, at least I was out there...right? I need to be fully awake for any morning races/work-outs so I set my alarm for 4:00 and began the wake-up process. I got ready and arrived in Lebanon, Tn around 6:00. I was one of the first one's there! (I am so over zealous) When I found out my race number and found the place to rack my bike..I knew I had made a mistake. For some reason I put down a REALLY fast swim time so they put me up close to the front. I was number 163. No pressure! As I was picking up my race packet..I ran into a fellow blogger. ZBUCK!! I knew who he was immediately, because he looks just like the photos on his blog. I introduced myself and I met his brother . Zbuck was really fun to hang out with after the Tri. I also saw the usuals....Wayne, Michele, and Patrick. The swim was REALLY difficult for me..it was a 300 meter but since I can't swim worth anything..I struggled. I think got passed by like 100 people. Ther bike portion was no picnic either. LOTS of hills. Once again I called out to all the live stock I passed to see if I would get a re-action to take my mind off of it. I don't know why I can't resist the urge to do that. There's no tellin' what the people around me are thinking when I do that. HAH! The run was also hard. I saw so many people pass me on the turn-around..people I was close to in the swim line when we started. BUT..Wayne came back for me when he was finished and ran the last mile (which was uphill) with me to keep me from walking. THANK-YOU WAYNE!! AND>> I even passed a guy I started the swim leg with. He passed me in the pool and was out WAY before me..and I caught up to him in the run leg and beat him!<br /><br />I ended up coming in 12th out of 23 in my age group. Nothing spectacular. Oh well. It was fun. If I am going to do tris..I have GOT to get out of this slacker mind set and actually train. I can't beat myself up for not performing well if I'm not training properly. I was dog tired after the tri and went home and took a nap. Next stop...Staggerwing Du in Tullahoma next weekend!<br /><br />Connor got his stitches out last week. I took that picture right after they were taken out..and the scar is actually almost white today. Incredible! No one will even notice it in a few months.<br /></div></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-90148832846984288792007-07-22T10:41:00.000-06:002007-07-22T10:55:55.930-06:003 days later<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCw_00DovtztswrAuv7dtfJp2AFJ0ohmU7nbtCAlDWYMreEmisn9Wr0Vtx0Qk9ONlYkWM2H9IzsmCbZ8tISBQ2nAST6AkM6vQqn-BpVpw3KU2W3M5ESwiunlPmeWb_uMUMo8_WYBGjcI/s1600-h/100_0478.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCw_00DovtztswrAuv7dtfJp2AFJ0ohmU7nbtCAlDWYMreEmisn9Wr0Vtx0Qk9ONlYkWM2H9IzsmCbZ8tISBQ2nAST6AkM6vQqn-BpVpw3KU2W3M5ESwiunlPmeWb_uMUMo8_WYBGjcI/s320/100_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090062694334610514" border="0" /></a>Connor UpDate: We removed the bandage about an hour ago to get a peek of the damage and it's looking good. The swelling has gone down, and it's a little bruised, but it's not near as ugly as it was the night it happened. It's going to leave a mark for sure, but I think after it fades it won't be that bad. He hasn't complained of any pain or asked for anything like Advil or anything. He's a trooper. He has been really calm (unlike him) since it happened so I know it was hurting, but last night his energy and personality started to return. Today he's smiling again. The swelling in his lip is almost gone but the tooth is still loose. (cringe)<br /><br />Yesterday I ran a 5 k with Bailey and Christy. I ended up having to push Christy's stroller which contained her 2 year old son and it was a work-out! My butt was on FIRE during that run. Needless to say I didn't even come close to a P.R., but I want to push him around at least once a week now because I think if I did my strength would improve tremendously. I'd hit all kinds of P.R.'s!Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-61230720002141293432007-07-19T21:52:00.000-06:002007-07-22T10:58:13.208-06:00Once Again...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6IuOSF2yi83hVOW3c3P8icAmsXdh4jTJeBhaOkL4QDBPG2NhO9mYKS4rChLrABfHkHoDFhVSCqsMT9M1hZbG-XbltgqGVXVSrlJQidX_o7lTWl13IfbwDgdtj-Ou2p1BbVOw_CWv8rY/s1600-h/100_0469.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6IuOSF2yi83hVOW3c3P8icAmsXdh4jTJeBhaOkL4QDBPG2NhO9mYKS4rChLrABfHkHoDFhVSCqsMT9M1hZbG-XbltgqGVXVSrlJQidX_o7lTWl13IfbwDgdtj-Ou2p1BbVOw_CWv8rY/s320/100_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089125569443876130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNIxZcvKvgvwpiYx3TMVagx5H64g02LJw11YC111scJVnqDJFPP8VI1k3dx0H_4Lp_whGOt9AFZJsJ2YE3Re4h9o-DgHCraYeU7JG9mJpi6NCZ6zhMhuDf8iVm1FJ7hip7Kl1btH_BCg/s1600-h/100_0470.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNIxZcvKvgvwpiYx3TMVagx5H64g02LJw11YC111scJVnqDJFPP8VI1k3dx0H_4Lp_whGOt9AFZJsJ2YE3Re4h9o-DgHCraYeU7JG9mJpi6NCZ6zhMhuDf8iVm1FJ7hip7Kl1btH_BCg/s320/100_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089128399827324274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBqbDhiNA-P-_5to2xbXSEyoOlEFdhEgTfUczd55shiy_bA2z9llITIscQccQ8j4u8D5UmMKBIJ8UnwewtKMbmSAdQEHPFpfHsb880jsuF3Hq_4g6nnpCgEUJeCg-g0HqHEsBpcNTRoE/s1600-h/100_0473.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBqbDhiNA-P-_5to2xbXSEyoOlEFdhEgTfUczd55shiy_bA2z9llITIscQccQ8j4u8D5UmMKBIJ8UnwewtKMbmSAdQEHPFpfHsb880jsuF3Hq_4g6nnpCgEUJeCg-g0HqHEsBpcNTRoE/s320/100_0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089125848616750386" border="0" /></a><br />I had just run a 4.3 mile loop with Fleet Feet, and I had taken a shower when Bailey came busting into the house screaming. I only caught bits and pieces, but I heard "Fracture", "Medics", and "Connor", and "he's gonna die." Immediately I felt my blood rise to my head and I started shaking..and I thought the worst. Like maybe he'd been hit by a car. I was terrified! I had on my P.J. bottoms and a tank top and dashed to my car along with Bailey and Doug, and we drove to the scene. There were about 20 people..mostly kids and 6 or 7 adults gathered around him when we got there, and one of them was a doctor. He already had Connor's head bandaged. Apparently Connor had been racing some kids he knew in the church parking lot on his Scooter and slammed into a pole with a concrete footing. When he left the house he had his helmet on, but he had taken it off...of course...as soon as he was out of sight. The doctor on the scene (one of the parents of the kids Connor was playing with) directed us to the E.R. and assured us he would be fine but he would definitely need stitches. THANK GOD it wasn't serious! There was blood EVERYWHERE so I am sure Bailey just completely freaked and thought he was dying. He ended up with 9 stitches and it looks like the scar on Harry Potter's head. (Just in time for the release of the new Harry Potter movie AND novel. ) This is the 4th time Connor has had stitches in his short life. (He'll be 8 in October). He ALSO had a busted lip and one of his permanent front teeth are loose. I am fine with blood and cuts, but teeth....I'll hit the floor. When I saw that the tooth was loose, I got weak and sickly. (I have to have gas just to get my teeth cleaned and I have NEVER been able to pull the kid's teeth. Bailey always does it for himself AND Connor. I'd pass out) Anyway, the tooth should tighten back up in a few weeks. (just typing this makes me lightheaded). He did that once before with his baby teeth and loosened them from a bike wreck. They were all crooked after that..but they tightened up. PLEASE let this one stay in his mouth!! I couldn't deal if he lost it. I'd freak every time I looked at him.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-65192938947343616342007-07-18T18:59:00.000-06:002007-07-18T19:06:25.495-06:00Speed sessionsSpeed sessions really killed me last night. One mile warm up..then 4x1200 Intervals. I did the first 3 right on the mark in 5:45 with a 5:00 rest in between..but that last one was a killer. I really didn't do it. Just here and there with it. The last lap I decided to run with speed racer Jeff and try and do a 1:20 400. He was going to pace me and I got to the 200 mark in 40 seconds..started tasting metal, then quit. And to think this is his 10k pace!! How in the Heck??<br /><br />Today I worked like a dog grooming dogs, then I went and swam laps. I am not sure what I have done, but I have a pain in my neck that is shooting down my arm. It started after the swim work-out. Hmmmm.<br /><br />Tomorrows plan is to run the 4 mile loop with Fleet Feet (in my neighborhood...like a treadmill). We will see how that goes. My last few longer runs have been really sad. REALLY sad. I feel like I have never run before. I HATE that. I have a 5k Saturday and I want to break 24:30 but I don't see that happening.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-46961093682153649002007-07-16T14:36:00.000-06:002007-07-16T14:44:20.913-06:00Where have I been??I have been working my bootie off....THAT"S where I have been! The summer months are the busiest for me, and the majority of my income is earned this portion of the year. I can't possibly catch up on everything I have been doing since my last post, but the quick version is training, working, and going on vacation last week to Florida where I was a TOTAL slacker! Well..not completely..I swam laps everyday in the pool. 1000 m at a time and I felt really good. But, I only ran once and it was so hot I did a half-ass attempt so I skipped out on the running the rest of the week. I ran 6 miles yesterday after we got home from a 7.5 hour drive and I felt good to be moving. Here lately my runs feel like I am brand new, but I think it's because of the heat and humidity. I ran a 5 k on the 4th of July and my time was so pathetic I aint even gonna post it. Really embarrassing. Oh well. I am lifting weights today, and I have speed sessions tomorrow..so maybe I can swim on Wednesday. Hopefully. My next Tri is next weekend and I really need to get to the pool. So that's it. BORING I know. Sorry. If I think of anything exciting I have missed.. I will post it. Cheers!Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-38743750084883406152007-06-28T18:57:00.000-06:002007-06-28T19:06:40.610-06:00The latestI'm back. It's been extra super busy in my corner this past week so I haven't been online much or updated the blog in a while..but here's what I have done this week.<br /><br />Monday...Lifted weights with Jessika..Then had an acid peel on my face. It's peeling like a sun burn.<br />Tuesday..Speed Sessions-200 fast 200 jog<br /> 200 fast 400 jog<br /> 800 fast 400 jog....Then repeat these again. It sounded easy till I did it.<br />Wed...I don't think I did anything..but I had every intention of doing something. Ha!<br />Thurs...I ran 4.3 miles with Fleet Feet and I was doing good till my abs cramped up past the point I could run through. Someone said it may have been the combination of the gel I took..lack of hydration, and the humidity. It's never happened before like that...Upper abs. I have had stomach cramps and stitches..but this was doubled over pain and I wondered if I regretted not wearing my Road Id because I thought I may fall over on the side of the road for about 5 minutes there. Pretty Intense.<br />Tomorrow I have the day off again and I am having lunch with a friend. But I may try to go swimming sometime after that. (right).Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-59627717547602626882007-06-21T19:48:00.000-06:002007-06-23T22:12:59.945-06:00Laurie's Day OffAny suggestions? Anyone? Anyone? I have the whole day off tomorrow and nothing has been planned. Anyone know what I should do? Class? Anyone? Anyone know what it's called when you have a free day and nothing to do? Something "L _ _ K-of-planning"?...... LACK-of-planning.<br /><br />This is a dilemma for me. I can't tell you the last time I had a day where nothing was in my calendar for me to do. I just don't function this way. I don't have any dogs booked, the kids will be gone, the husband will be playing golf..and I....I have absolutely NO IDEA what to do with myself. How crazy is that? Hmmmm... What to do..what to do. ..<br /><br /><br />UPDATE: Ok..It's funny the stuff a person can come up with to do when the slate (calendar) is clean.I got up at 6AM and didn't go to bed till 2Am. I jumped from activity to activity..starting the day with a 6o minute run at 6:30 with Kelli, and the day ending at a Karaoke bar with a rowdy group of friends. I'd say I found something to do! I wouldn't wish for a day like that EVERYDAY, but was so good to just have a day off and see what it brings. There was running, shopping, Mexican food, margarita's, A LOT of water, bar hopping, beer, swimming, a sunburn, a pedicure, a nap, more beer, dancing, some shots, singing...the day just went on and on and each hour brought something fun. I now think EVERYONE should plan a free day with nothing planned every once in a while and just see what happens. It's safe to say a good time was had by all!Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-55055335600926384222007-06-19T19:10:00.000-06:002007-06-19T19:34:13.707-06:00Speed Sessions Week 3When I drove out to the track..I could see a dark cloud starting to form, but I didn't really think it would rain. It has rained on and off all day, but the radar was clear an hour before Speed Sessions were to start..so I figured the night would be clear. I was wrong. A DOWNPOUR hit around 5:45. I called Doug to ask him to check the radar agin and see if he thought it would blow over pretty soon. From the looks of it he didn't think it would, so I hung out for a while and got out of the mood to run. I thought about going to the gym instead. Then...all of a sudden..it stopped. DANG! Just when I thought I was going to get off the hook.<br /><br />Everyone who was waiting out the rain in their cars headed down to the track and warmed up 1.5 miles. It was still cloudy and I thought the weather was perfect. Then the Sun came out. MAN was it humid after that. I looked out over the track and steam was rising. it wasn't 5 minutes before everyone looked like they had jumped in a pool! <br /><br />Tonight work-out was not a picnic either. I did 9x400's at a 1:48 pace and alternated a 400 jog after each lap. The jog was to take twice the time of the run. I was supposed to do 8x400's but I lost count and kept running with a chick who was pacing me and she was doing 10x400's. After the 9th one I asked her how many that was and she said 9. Opps. All of my laps were under the time frame though, with the last one at 1:39. Then I did a mile cool-down. I was DEAD after that work-out so instead of going out to eat all sweaty and nasty I came home and ate some Chinese food and drank a Mich Ultra. I LOVE Speed Sessions..but only after I am done with them for the week.<br /><br /><a href="http://trisonq.blogspot.com/">Patrick</a>...Where were you???Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-52657186658462023442007-06-17T12:11:00.000-06:002007-06-19T06:36:21.071-06:00I have had yet ANOTHER slacker week. Spending time at the pool..blowing off running, swimming, and biking, Can't seem to get my act together with any form of training. However, I HAVE worked my tail off grooming dogs this week, which may explain the laziness in every other aspect of my life. Summer is so busy in the grooming trade. We did 17 dogs on Thursday alone!! I got finished around 6:45 pm and I was dead tired. But, I am bummed because I skipped out on the Moon Pie run. I never got the chance to build any mileage since my post-marathon hiatus, so I just didn't go. My kids were still in Baseball Tournaments anyway, and so I went to that. This week it is my hope that I will get back on it instead of talk about it. I have a 5k I am planning on this weekend because I don't feel like I am ready for another Tri yet. Last night I went out with my friend Kelli to try and blow off some steam. It was fun. Today I plan to spend another day at the pool aging my skin and drinking Long Island Teas. Doug wants to watch the Golf thing on Tv and it's Father's Day so he has the right. We went to eat Brunch at the Country Club this morning, and I should go run some of it off, but ...Nah. The Pool is calling! I do know that my newly defined ABs will not stay visible much longer if I don't get back on the training soon. It was hard enough to get them to show up...all of this laziness and beer is not going to help matters much.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg40y60PetZvASkJXdYTJqGBhLum_niu66BlbtW3wYh3TFW6Rhs7aimrGgAgCnHejw7LYbBi_c3KcGFem03-l-O4y7gjVFgMr1Vo11Nq8HY9T0w8mCWXo2RCIzSQzoisDE1x4m5sjrFyo/s1600-h/100_0434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg40y60PetZvASkJXdYTJqGBhLum_niu66BlbtW3wYh3TFW6Rhs7aimrGgAgCnHejw7LYbBi_c3KcGFem03-l-O4y7gjVFgMr1Vo11Nq8HY9T0w8mCWXo2RCIzSQzoisDE1x4m5sjrFyo/s320/100_0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077101476811500450" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a photo from this morning at the Country Club. My Husband and my Boys. I am thinking I may shave the Mohawks off this week because baseball is over. Those haircuts are crazy enough, and they refuse to spike them up the way they are supposed to be, so it just looks like a REALLY bad haircut when we are at the pool or in public. If they would keep them spiked at least people would know it's supposed to be a Mohawk. I spiked them this morning, though. We got a few looks at the Country club..I don't care..but I think it would be better for the beach to go bald. I don't know..whatever.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-84048408597144889402007-06-12T21:52:00.000-06:002007-06-13T06:53:29.519-06:00Speed Sessions Week 2<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFz1s1QOaOh4z6JMOoGXpUOjSFt8q78BHA-_k79IQvw2FQlwIUS7FtHODX1Cj2XdISSRzpa-6SZCtzAWv7sSB87ONLj5i_xf5tVCnbqesQKdZNch28LkP0uop_spKtWupivwjRPs-izw/s1600-h/100_0411.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFz1s1QOaOh4z6JMOoGXpUOjSFt8q78BHA-_k79IQvw2FQlwIUS7FtHODX1Cj2XdISSRzpa-6SZCtzAWv7sSB87ONLj5i_xf5tVCnbqesQKdZNch28LkP0uop_spKtWupivwjRPs-izw/s320/100_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075398071307070338" border="0" /></a>Super-Stud <a href="http://trisonq.blogspot.com/">Patrick</a>!!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8U957QDVVdwoVuLrQSyoQESUdrmxsLMRMstRzc-o6CTCymfqYXt75f9aiaTn1DboOvkGMNAX7eqTKXEecL9iGDhi9nPMXM9xbrbIq60mT7KfT4A-UkNShhAVlv_aGzmoSp2lj9yLlvo/s1600-h/100_0424.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8U957QDVVdwoVuLrQSyoQESUdrmxsLMRMstRzc-o6CTCymfqYXt75f9aiaTn1DboOvkGMNAX7eqTKXEecL9iGDhi9nPMXM9xbrbIq60mT7KfT4A-UkNShhAVlv_aGzmoSp2lj9yLlvo/s320/100_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397427061975906" border="0" /></a>Jeff and Mark<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJgwcPTilfVknjPWbKBABaNPLPvvD2m8Lri9Tt2YfntU0jk382UgsPFuD0QcF9oa6S4lzubZPEVZQTyvPiyt_viaRTxjjIf7LoOWmKAbCIMqbKt6WCUnkCYLiPu2QC3evym0rVtrKvhc/s1600-h/100_0425.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJgwcPTilfVknjPWbKBABaNPLPvvD2m8Lri9Tt2YfntU0jk382UgsPFuD0QcF9oa6S4lzubZPEVZQTyvPiyt_viaRTxjjIf7LoOWmKAbCIMqbKt6WCUnkCYLiPu2QC3evym0rVtrKvhc/s320/100_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397199428709202" border="0" /></a>Melissa and Me<br /><br /></div>Man..This was a tough one..(Aren't they all). Coach Mark had us run a two mile time trial last week to get our base, then he based the rest of the summers workouts on our times.so my workout for tonight went like this...<br />Warm up 1.5 miles..then Run a 200 in 54 secs.....jog a 200...run another 200 in 54 secs....jog another 200...Run a 400 in 108 secs.....jog a 400..... then repeat this sequence two more times. Everyones workout was slightly different depending on the mileage they run during the week and how fast they ran the 2 miles last week. I was excited to know I had moved up to group 3 from group 4 last year. PROGRESS!!<br />Funny story...On the workout board all of our times were listed So I wrote them on my hand so I wouldn't have to keep the numbers in my head during the run. (Watch out for that runner's math) I wrote 200=54 and 400=1:08. Anyway..I would do my 2x200's in 54 seconds, then I would BUST ASS trying to do the 400 in 1:08 because that's what I had written on my hand....And I was gettin PISSED because the best 400 I could come up with was between 1:40 and 1:48. I just couldn't figure it out! Was I REALLY in that bad of shape, or was Mark just trying to kill me? I saw Wayne and asked what the hell and as it turned out I was hitting it perfectly because he informed me that the time was in Seconds..not minutes. I looked again and it said 108 on the board..not 1:08. I felt so stupid. I decided to keep it to myself till I was cooling down and started chatting with a few friends and they confessed they thought the same thing I did! We shared a good laugh. I mean.....to go from a 54 sec 200 to a 1:08 400?? And I was actually TRYING TO!! Hello??<br />After Speed Sessions I went out to eat with Melissa, Jeff and Coach Mark (I tried to invite you Patrick..but you "disappeared". Oh and BTW...I have "her" narrowed down. ;) ) Melissa and I confessed our "Duh" moments to Mark, and he laughed and said a bunch of people were scratching their heads too because they couldn't run the pace either and couldn't figure out why. Runner's Math, man. It'll get you every time!Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-28572211526809849702007-06-11T05:50:00.001-06:002007-06-11T13:11:46.881-06:00Slacker...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoD6zczfR2GUcZbCH1CVjuOmPbnfvmOBly43wQBICIkL8xsNTBQffqf1eExIvuAPTaoGR50Y4OKz5Bev_hpcAWwV_vfBXHATwF_GRC92d6ddDuTjKDR63LwPpfXk7pbRFOhqykXPGo-Rg/s1600-h/100_0397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoD6zczfR2GUcZbCH1CVjuOmPbnfvmOBly43wQBICIkL8xsNTBQffqf1eExIvuAPTaoGR50Y4OKz5Bev_hpcAWwV_vfBXHATwF_GRC92d6ddDuTjKDR63LwPpfXk7pbRFOhqykXPGo-Rg/s320/100_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074778268871551810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have been such a lazy loser since the Tri last Saturday. I never went to swim team last week, and I only ran Speed Sessions and a mile or 2 on Thursday, so Sunday morning my plan was to run 12 miles and get back into the swing of things. I have a 10 mile run this Saturday called the Moon Pie, and I am not EVEN ready. I got up Sunday with good intentions, and met a girl to run with. We did the 6 mile loop and that's all I had in me. I couldn't run any more than that because physically I felt weak and mentally I was DONE. I can usually push through some weakness...but yesterday I couldn't find the boost ANYWHERE so I stopped. Wimpy. After that I went to the pool and got WASTED drunk with my friend Kelli for whatever reason (I'll tell you..one beer and 2 or 3 Long Island Teas..I lost count) I remember joking that I was going to blog about it and the heading would read.."Hello...My name is Laurie..and I am a Long Island TeaAholic" For some reason that was funny yesterday....this morning?...Not so much. I came home from the pool and shot off some foul emails, then I went to bed at some point and woke up around 9:30 pm...went back to bed at 10:30ish, then woke up this morning at 4:30 and made it to swim class!! Yee-Haw! I haven't been to swim class in over a week so it felt good to be swimming again. I am going to try my hardest to make it 3 times this week and lift weights maybe tomorrow or this afternoon. We'll see how it goes!Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-44968306844040341382007-06-07T15:20:00.001-06:002007-06-08T07:11:37.609-06:00My new Employee<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-RUhEJYd7VZ-Hluahkayw9lcalrP3JMSGVmrB-81Ao57mZN1ffUd-IfXo70Hzw0XstnjUSTVleezK3P7est5UZAXsAQSiMI8tkUtRorPuuw5t5cuvV5bzHvF94sSwkPocvt8f2LPazM/s1600-h/100_0387.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-RUhEJYd7VZ-Hluahkayw9lcalrP3JMSGVmrB-81Ao57mZN1ffUd-IfXo70Hzw0XstnjUSTVleezK3P7est5UZAXsAQSiMI8tkUtRorPuuw5t5cuvV5bzHvF94sSwkPocvt8f2LPazM/s320/100_0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073435752289135378" border="0" /></a>Yeah..SUCKS doesn't it? It's a dirty job....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqTTYWfeKcoihMe0nnq5P0quJ0jESY7-BSmMifOxDKwGscyP7yl_D5-xS6jH0mdYv1xjlYdYwyZHFTMbnXB2zQ6XGf5p0px68ZTS0SBrVIMOqkOS6M251Gx6QGPw52xmkw5SB6PtV0xY/s1600-h/100_0388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqTTYWfeKcoihMe0nnq5P0quJ0jESY7-BSmMifOxDKwGscyP7yl_D5-xS6jH0mdYv1xjlYdYwyZHFTMbnXB2zQ6XGf5p0px68ZTS0SBrVIMOqkOS6M251Gx6QGPw52xmkw5SB6PtV0xY/s320/100_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073444140360264482" border="0" /></a>But SOMEBODY's gotta do it. Might as well be you!<br /></div><br />FINALLY..A solution to my summer woes. If you haven't been keeping up, a couple of entries ago I was desperately trying to figure out what the heck I am supposed to do with my two paths of destruction running free in the neighborhood. Then it hit me.......Put their poor little spoiled Brentwood butts to work. I was so excited to be able to spend some quality bonding time with my oldest trouble maker, Bailey, this morning. He had SOOOOO much fun learning the ways of the cold-cruel world ..earning his keep. I'll bet it will be the LAST time he comes into my shop and complains of being bored. He'll find SOMETHING constructive to do..like clean his room, do the laundry, pick up the sticks in the yard, pick his nose......anything. I have laughed so hard today watching these scenes take place, I had to snap a few pictures for history's sake. Oh, don't worry. I paid him for all his hard work, and he'll have some cash to spend at the concession stand at the ball park instead of hittin' me up every 5 minutes. That snow cone will taste so much sweeter when he thinks about what he had to do to get it. Connor..You better lay low buddy, because YOU'RE NEXT! If you come in and tell on Bailey for something trivial ONE MORE TIME while I'm working, I'll have you picking dog hair out of every nook and cranny of that shop for the next SIX WEEKS!! You have the cutest little hands that are perfect for the job. It'll be a BLAST! I have HAD IT and I really can't wait. Yes..I am talking to you with your know-it-all sassatude, and your superiority. The end is near..I can FEEL IT!! (I have a strong suspicion that my groom shop is going to be spotless real soon.) Hey..sorry about the tone of this post..but I don't call it "Train or Insane" for nothing. I'm going CRAAAZY. Look into my eyes! (Of course..there could be a dash of PMS involved, too)Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-1954724718765013762007-06-06T21:33:00.001-06:002007-06-06T21:54:21.694-06:00The agony of Defeat!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAA9R_dm66tXHKaN1SyKLmJ0EFLFUkOe5EPbrdQrKm56Eh8TjGg9I88bBQSeVmywORapaGSXXlYrqkf0kGAnNiWbeSEkTJbvpKhmHImxx9UFCmtZqRqtRXoC-fIZyecGFK2XpGGsdhh7c/s1600-h/100_0376.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAA9R_dm66tXHKaN1SyKLmJ0EFLFUkOe5EPbrdQrKm56Eh8TjGg9I88bBQSeVmywORapaGSXXlYrqkf0kGAnNiWbeSEkTJbvpKhmHImxx9UFCmtZqRqtRXoC-fIZyecGFK2XpGGsdhh7c/s320/100_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073162862952049394" border="0" /></a><br />Connor and his Division Leader Trophy<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsJZUEW0hT4OPckpfNXR8ucb7L9ekgGuQpvju85wPxW60EJciUThg_8WzfHOJavZFqsUga08OnhdYWQU3iG2efsRl1rIPdUQGIEhvLWaCOSnrZkXu1qoJHse21uwHhlgVoIXH3xcjEmI/s1600-h/100_0368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsJZUEW0hT4OPckpfNXR8ucb7L9ekgGuQpvju85wPxW60EJciUThg_8WzfHOJavZFqsUga08OnhdYWQU3iG2efsRl1rIPdUQGIEhvLWaCOSnrZkXu1qoJHse21uwHhlgVoIXH3xcjEmI/s320/100_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073160925921798882" border="0" /></a>Final Score<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEHWhquGYU5htPcQlXfEFbf8ghTBV8LlgmKYLZgmmH-ib0M1kNwGFanm5A6m2lPpg90MHrP-c4ZakXjs9zDzDwIRFG6ksgDFqwGx9fTtp2ewZB8s_aZJCj5jy1MQeEu62ewwGTjtuQos/s1600-h/100_0364.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEHWhquGYU5htPcQlXfEFbf8ghTBV8LlgmKYLZgmmH-ib0M1kNwGFanm5A6m2lPpg90MHrP-c4ZakXjs9zDzDwIRFG6ksgDFqwGx9fTtp2ewZB8s_aZJCj5jy1MQeEu62ewwGTjtuQos/s320/100_0364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073160663928793810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This was a NAIL-BITING game..but we were defeated by one point! That was the closest game we have played and it was against the other divisions undefeated team. Both of us 16-0. We were ahead some of the time..they were ahead some of the time..but they had the Home Team advantage and got to bat last..and they got us. I want Doug to do a more complete version of what happened in this game, but he says "Let it Go". There were a couple of plays which I believe to be a bad call on the umpire's side..no seriously..there was some huffing and puffing of coaches and officials in the field for a few minutes..but it wasn't in our favor. We were behind at this point but scored SEVEN RUNS in the 5th..which is all they allow..so then the home team came got up to bat and had one out..scored three runs..and beat us by 1 point. They were a tough team. But even the parents and coaches on the other team admitted it was the closest game they had played, too. It could have gone either way..and SOMEONE had to lose. Oh well.The boys took it well, though. The tournament starts up on Saturday morning and I have a feeling we will see them again at the championship..hopefully beating them this time. They all got trophies tonight for being the division leaders, (That's what it's all about..trophies..right?) so the kids were happy. AFter the game we went out to eat with a family we have made friends with over the season, and I shared a MONSTER margarita with the wife, Anne. It was so good..and much needed after that game!<br /></div></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-40136328986738969382007-06-06T15:37:00.001-06:002007-06-06T21:22:39.158-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bANLSGn14TBQ8iSlm9FOJZhivHpF6sVa3JqhLdg97IZqtpiInHXoq2TPb-c_7a8bPPL3ShM3pqRRfJZpndSAazy_FHESC2dLpJeFGTSM4u5niScKQaWvlEXxut7qp_ZOhar50w53iDI/s1600-h/100_0342.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bANLSGn14TBQ8iSlm9FOJZhivHpF6sVa3JqhLdg97IZqtpiInHXoq2TPb-c_7a8bPPL3ShM3pqRRfJZpndSAazy_FHESC2dLpJeFGTSM4u5niScKQaWvlEXxut7qp_ZOhar50w53iDI/s320/100_0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073068949197154978" border="0" /></a><br />Connor..Sporting his Tournament Mohawk<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LB5I86htukL7ahNNbGRBn-EOZwfz0bedWnnQLVqx33UFSk0Oi70ZGjhx3NjAqxHI-U3lUHhDx1C_tUj4d-UZzonhyphenhyphen8oWUAkxkFXdqoxIshnW7WYJV5xLQ3TpD3BdZc9fyvYFvl5Ug4s/s1600-h/100_0341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LB5I86htukL7ahNNbGRBn-EOZwfz0bedWnnQLVqx33UFSk0Oi70ZGjhx3NjAqxHI-U3lUHhDx1C_tUj4d-UZzonhyphenhyphen8oWUAkxkFXdqoxIshnW7WYJV5xLQ3TpD3BdZc9fyvYFvl5Ug4s/s320/100_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073069206895192754" border="0" /></a>Bailey got one, too.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RIQ2kJ9C55ehjC2RrSVXgQDHF9KijGMEM9Oo9VnwC55dEi5S3RX85xFPluKjIapsNvjhkGL9B_ZKLdn1JgB6Bv1KiotPluq5oDy1sfsDaHeNpTN0K0d5OtTo8cXbqAAsUyV1COe88r0/s1600-h/100_0343.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RIQ2kJ9C55ehjC2RrSVXgQDHF9KijGMEM9Oo9VnwC55dEi5S3RX85xFPluKjIapsNvjhkGL9B_ZKLdn1JgB6Bv1KiotPluq5oDy1sfsDaHeNpTN0K0d5OtTo8cXbqAAsUyV1COe88r0/s320/100_0343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073069413053622978" border="0" /></a><br />Shelli, me, And Jessika. (I haven't washed my hair in three days..that should explain it)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Today I did 2 dogs and hit the pool with my kids and some friends. I have blown off swim team both Monday and this morning so I swam some laps for 30 minutes and then put on the spf 50 and laid out for the rest of the day. As you can see in the photo above, I have nasty pool hair...but I will wash it tomorrow. Maybe...I promise. HAH!<br /><br />Tonight is Connor's Baseball Division Championship. His team is UNDEFEATED this season..16-0..and they are playing the team in the other division that is also undefeated. It's sad because one of them is going to feel the stabbing pain of loss tonight, and I am going to cry if we lose. But we won't because a bunch of the kids got Mohawks. (His team is the Indians) That should make a difference..right? Connor plays catcher and he has done an awesome job this season guarding the home plate. I am so proud of him. He actually catches the ball! I have watched the other kids on other teams and they pretty much shy away from it at his age. Go Connor!!<br /><br />It's already the beginning of a LONG summer. A few days ago Bailey decided to burn down my neighbor's tree, and today he was on a busy road in our neighborhood, and Winfield drove up in his Jeep and had to stop because Bailey (9) was positioning these boulder sized rocks across the road. Winfield apparently yelled at him in a DAD tone ( Winfield has two boys the same age as my two) and came to my house to tell me to get control of my kid. He drove me to the evidence, but the rocks had already been moved , and Bailey beat us home and played dumb while Winfield told me the story. Needless to say, Bailey will not leave the yard again for a while...maybe the summer. I thought he could handle a little freedom on our circle, but I guess I was wrong. It will kill him to see Connor (7) leave the yard while he is stuck at home. He needs a good ass-bustin' to go along with the grounding, but he's already as strong as me so I'll leave that up to the man of the house. I am seriously the worst mom, ever...I'm already counting down the days till school starts back, and that's just awful! I should be able to chill out and have some fun with my kids..but NOOOOO....that would just be a hallmark card commercial. NEVER gonna happen in real life! They just WILL NOT behave like civilized human beings when unsupervised and it's like watching an episode of Malcom in the Middle when it comes to my family. Where did I go wrong?<br /></div></div></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-22928989099460325852007-06-05T19:46:00.001-06:002007-06-06T15:36:56.825-06:00Summer Speed Sessions<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgidE33m9q-M_zp2bBy2IW1dejkQL9tRLwWZBM8mDfkncLCffufWAbmyJ7kw6Z9SsgoKt6jgPvX_Fr64AS_jydnU0lhoU5auzzPJcwQtbKvCiXowdjDByBkyjHG2yLJaw-6sHrLsK6pME/s1600-h/100_0338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgidE33m9q-M_zp2bBy2IW1dejkQL9tRLwWZBM8mDfkncLCffufWAbmyJ7kw6Z9SsgoKt6jgPvX_Fr64AS_jydnU0lhoU5auzzPJcwQtbKvCiXowdjDByBkyjHG2yLJaw-6sHrLsK6pME/s320/100_0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073068098793630354" border="0" /></a><br />Mark..The coach layin' out the game plan for the summer!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JqncDdiKAoAxvR4gLo3xYBICjSDe0O7kvEk5nG_yrb3cWJIgN9rkwoFmVeWD8huoDx60nX-hRsLUmPUSBVmM4bXwtNgBPL1Wf7gWwxoKiiPPvWY8oE5FGOYnUB7yRo6toWInHQea7tc/s1600-h/100_0339.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JqncDdiKAoAxvR4gLo3xYBICjSDe0O7kvEk5nG_yrb3cWJIgN9rkwoFmVeWD8huoDx60nX-hRsLUmPUSBVmM4bXwtNgBPL1Wf7gWwxoKiiPPvWY8oE5FGOYnUB7yRo6toWInHQea7tc/s320/100_0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073067845390559874" border="0" /></a><br />Jeff and Melissa. I met them Last year and now they are Engaged. I think they make a perfect couple!<br /><br /></div>Speed sessions have started back! Woo-Hoo! It can't BELIEVE it's been a year since I have seen some of those people. I had been dreading tonights work-out for days because it was the 2 mile time trial...and it was HOT as hell outside this afternoon. I drove out there with the usual nervous stomach and anxiety I always experience before a speed session. It's a love/hate relationship. I love it because of the friends I have made and the way I feel AFTER the work-out..but I hate it because I know it's gonna SUCK!.<br /><br />When I pulled up there were already people circling the track warming up and I started getting excited. Clouds were starting to form overhead outta nowhere, but I was glad because the shade would be nice. As I walked up to the track entrance, who did I see???<a href="http://trisonq.blogspot.com/"> Patrick!!</a> I was thinking.."Yay!! Speed Sessions are gonna ROCK this year!" We usually all go hang out after we run and from some of the stuff I have read on Patricks Blog..he likes to party! This is the 3rd time in a week I have run into him. I also saw my friends Melissa and Jeff. Melissa is the chick dressed up as Wonder Woman over in the margin. She's a lot of fun to run with so I was glad to see her there.<br /><br />We started our mile warm-up..and at about lap 2 the sky opened up and a hurricane came through complete with 100 MPH winds and deadly lightning. Ok..this is Tn..no Hurricane or 100 MPH winds..but still. Not running weather. So we all moved it inside and had our pre-work-out meeting there. After 20 mins the storm passed and we hit the track again to warm up. Then they divided us up into 2 groups. Over 15 min. and under 15 min. (I was in the over 15 min. group.) When the coach said "GO" I took off like a bat outta hell, and after the first lap I thought..YUP.. this is gonna suck, alright. I HATE time trials. If someone were to tell me to go run two miles..I'd say EASY! But there''s something about being timed and running round and round a track that gets to me. Every lap was a struggle. The first mile was 7:15. Too fast. There is NO WAY I can keep up this pace. I was running with Melissa's friend Mary Jane for most of the run and she was FAST. The last mile was a blur of pain and puke (Almost) but I kept sayin to myself.."One more..then we'll talk" So I would run one more lap..get it done, and I would tell myself "One more.." again. FINALLY I crossed the finish line in 15:28. And as hard as that was for me tonight, I was happy with it. Mary Jane finished in 15:07 because she started sprinting the last lap, and I couldn't keep up. But I appreciated her pacing me through-out the majority of the run.<br /><br />The rest of the work-outs will be based on my time till the middle of the summer, then we'll do another 2 mile run to see where we are at. The target race is the Franklin Classic 5k/10k on Labor Day. I might be doing a half marathon on Labor Day in San Jose, though. We shall see. Either way I hope to get my 5k time down to the 22:00 range or better this year. I think I can do it. It'll be fun to try! (Not even) Whew.. I am glad that's over for the week!<br /><a href="http://trisonq.blogspot.com/"></a>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-69019566615425828332007-06-04T16:33:00.001-06:002007-06-04T22:07:14.761-06:00Mach Tenn Tri<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAzVxCZPnzBMTEFOlmDFziX9JalvBVttNj1qS3Q7fRhBlUe_FtoCbYL10WxWrkxr7ph8roV8BeYioG3oesFEW_WFi1WQprpvj0e_-gFfWhUM-7cUjYe0955z9EphMmNdw5xKzrRA3sP0/s1600-h/100_0296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAzVxCZPnzBMTEFOlmDFziX9JalvBVttNj1qS3Q7fRhBlUe_FtoCbYL10WxWrkxr7ph8roV8BeYioG3oesFEW_WFi1WQprpvj0e_-gFfWhUM-7cUjYe0955z9EphMmNdw5xKzrRA3sP0/s320/100_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072341965852764738" border="0" /></a><br />Me and Winfield..settin' up Transition..I am so "Not in the know" at this moment!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghu-Iwa0KTUt_w-se9Q_4RGZA8glmc8ddMzzb_0b97pTulPYpMhyphenhyphenc_SUQ2254cFCf9I5G0Dz5j5ydykldM-HbqH1gqYm-d1L9HMur5xUtgOqX-AX34LEX-E1eptJwUeI7_2k_YkCu4s0c/s1600-h/100_0297.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghu-Iwa0KTUt_w-se9Q_4RGZA8glmc8ddMzzb_0b97pTulPYpMhyphenhyphenc_SUQ2254cFCf9I5G0Dz5j5ydykldM-HbqH1gqYm-d1L9HMur5xUtgOqX-AX34LEX-E1eptJwUeI7_2k_YkCu4s0c/s320/100_0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072341214233487890" border="0" /></a><br />Concerned look on my face as I surveyed the situation...and put my wetsuit on Backwards. Opps. HA!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6juS0gPAdL3rXxa3eaaG7Pudkv5HnHZpa4HD0gSRzsEkqF-bXWM3OSe_LZA-Gk_dhjRfkCD31vuNbAGmTHM2NRHLqrkf3KMujcDTZXOQaSclDVDAJGlsGoCJTVqL1w63edIWDkaOY_Y/s1600-h/100_0309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6juS0gPAdL3rXxa3eaaG7Pudkv5HnHZpa4HD0gSRzsEkqF-bXWM3OSe_LZA-Gk_dhjRfkCD31vuNbAGmTHM2NRHLqrkf3KMujcDTZXOQaSclDVDAJGlsGoCJTVqL1w63edIWDkaOY_Y/s320/100_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072405363865021042" border="0" /></a>I'm thinking "Smile..this is the LAST time I'll ever get the chance to!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOupJMQqG7sOR_Xa9fYYvERDyTUkAguNRWbm9KF0Y4WREKyIWZxYUNG4N0jsnptUXd_AnM3kXThihyueiC4px_JFl519O1YMlqH08qxGY6wTpJMycSDRDiS03cMCJx9KVmJ4hQVvbwfI/s1600-h/100_0311.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOupJMQqG7sOR_Xa9fYYvERDyTUkAguNRWbm9KF0Y4WREKyIWZxYUNG4N0jsnptUXd_AnM3kXThihyueiC4px_JFl519O1YMlqH08qxGY6wTpJMycSDRDiS03cMCJx9KVmJ4hQVvbwfI/s320/100_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072341721039628850" border="0" /></a><br />Tip-Toeing into the lake.. About to face death<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jD37dk0hyphenhyphen0mwFtm8i7EcxjRLfTv1rVlZZ_1JeH0vd3VpIdNJ0l2ZcpL-HamAx9SphN1JV4c-D9g1y7qwPUE4YaaNOHItkowEvalJNzsiubse9Dx9fWra93slISPh-SS8BV2p9MtooVg/s1600-h/100_0317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jD37dk0hyphenhyphen0mwFtm8i7EcxjRLfTv1rVlZZ_1JeH0vd3VpIdNJ0l2ZcpL-HamAx9SphN1JV4c-D9g1y7qwPUE4YaaNOHItkowEvalJNzsiubse9Dx9fWra93slISPh-SS8BV2p9MtooVg/s320/100_0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072341450456689186" border="0" /></a><br />Made it to my bike by the grace of God<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaw5KE7ZIqyixftYD7EEhodA5lAfxbIrVjtEtlSvKioWpfOqDEVU4_hrEmfgkkbT5rqMV5KvaUXtnRJii4lQtSL6uz7J-YyPtbTFhzwCAdQ7s4TTeWLBAMqcwCy0E_3lip5-RB5BLT68/s1600-h/100_0327.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaw5KE7ZIqyixftYD7EEhodA5lAfxbIrVjtEtlSvKioWpfOqDEVU4_hrEmfgkkbT5rqMV5KvaUXtnRJii4lQtSL6uz7J-YyPtbTFhzwCAdQ7s4TTeWLBAMqcwCy0E_3lip5-RB5BLT68/s320/100_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072342219255835218" border="0" /></a>SO glad I Finished! Me, <a href="http://lanasmarathonjourney.blogspot.com/">Lana,</a> and <a href="http://micheletraining.blogspot.com/">Michele</a> chillin' with beer and bananas.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I got up at 4:30 and got ready for the 1.5 hour drive to Tullahoma. Winfield was late picking me up. (Winfield is the husband of my friend, Kelli. She is still too chicken to TRI. We're workin' on her) We left around 6:00. We drove in his Jeep and it was COLD cause he had the top off so I covered up with a blanket and turned the heat up full blast. Then it started to rain. Fun stuff.<br /><br />We got there and set up the transition area, then I found Emmit who took all the photos for me, and I saw various other people I knew including <a href="http://trisonq.blogspot.com/">Patrick</a>, Michelle, and Lana. I was so happy to see my fellow bloggers!!<br /><br />The Swim portion was living HELL! I was grossly under prepared. THe wet suit prevented me from reaching like I am used to, and my shoulders gave out almost immediately. I spent the majority of the 6/10 mile swim on my back praying to God I didn't drown. 30:38 later I dragged myself out of the lake and spent 5:44 in T1 trying to get my act together for the bike leg.<br /><br />The biking wasn't all that hard, but it wasn't a piece of cake either. (Anything's better than the swim) I rode almost all of it with a guy that played catch me if you can the whole time. I would catch him..pass him..and he'd chase me for awhile. This went back and forth the whole 16 miles. We passed a bunch of Goat farms so I called to the goats every time I passed one. That was the most enjoyable part of the 59:23 ride for me. I was glad to be off the bike.<br /><br />The the run was actually the easiest for me this time. I never had to walk..not even the hills. But, I had gotten a Microdermabrasion treatment done on the day before...so my face was ON FIRE when I started to sweat. I passed my bike dude early during the run and he never caught me. I did it in 35:29..4 miles. Now that time is a slow 4 miles for me but the swim just about killed me so I am giving myself a break on my run time. I grabbed a cold towel at the finish line and put it on my poor face. Then I ate pizza, bananas, cookies, beans, HoeCakes, and washed it all down with BudLight. I was buzzin' after just ONE! My total time was 2:13:40...which got me 12th out of 13 in my age group. HA!!! I was pissed at first but I am new so now I don't care. Next year I'll be at the top of the list. Next stop....Moon Pie 10 miler on the 16th..then the McMinnville Tri on June 23rd.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-40042412097301622742007-05-28T17:32:00.000-06:002007-06-04T17:02:00.502-06:00JCC Team Magic Tri!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6JuqBRQ1Pw0KF7BNBR-Ja3j6VxTVaC-e8WS1u_KYXIDboRqToMLCSACG3TovTbXz4nwjcH2kh5oSnHQutrd50WKZLzWhxCMgveXwOE4rs-HED5X13hPtJXt5v07BdVefIbEw5xAf_9U/s1600-h/100_0279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6JuqBRQ1Pw0KF7BNBR-Ja3j6VxTVaC-e8WS1u_KYXIDboRqToMLCSACG3TovTbXz4nwjcH2kh5oSnHQutrd50WKZLzWhxCMgveXwOE4rs-HED5X13hPtJXt5v07BdVefIbEw5xAf_9U/s320/100_0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069962582876177362" border="0" /></a>This is Tammy, me and Wayne. Tammy didn't look this happy after the race. Read on!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrko8a0vCArEsufPNUa5ovROBDEVeeOqU3c0i5-s2XEbDH4rGKiWythsPAUbLFv1evjkzSxY7tfN1puxf27i4Ukp_ZXUCuSH6WDg40tfv92uS8RqcBI9utY9iTt8nYdCfV7aKzcRyLJw/s1600-h/100_0283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrko8a0vCArEsufPNUa5ovROBDEVeeOqU3c0i5-s2XEbDH4rGKiWythsPAUbLFv1evjkzSxY7tfN1puxf27i4Ukp_ZXUCuSH6WDg40tfv92uS8RqcBI9utY9iTt8nYdCfV7aKzcRyLJw/s320/100_0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069759186109940658" border="0" /></a><br />This is <a href="http://www.micheletraining.blogspot.com/">Michele</a><a href="http://www.micheletraining.blogspot.com/">,</a> <a href="http://lanasmarathonjourney.blogspot.com/">Lana</a>, <a href="http://trisonq.blogspot.com/">Patrick</a> and Me. There is another girl pictured here I did not know. I think her name is Amy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fqxKt7ehPmk17S-s0Ps7rKksZxOFOfVUIZd97SavkHyuf-AtzKi0Zf5ypKTvITEV2DHIWGCvLoA7SEc9aS9vmHb6qg0PKlBb3AqRCunpHZccfQwYxc2N7NyxKOis2XoWiLRPRXi1yM0/s1600-h/100_0285.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fqxKt7ehPmk17S-s0Ps7rKksZxOFOfVUIZd97SavkHyuf-AtzKi0Zf5ypKTvITEV2DHIWGCvLoA7SEc9aS9vmHb6qg0PKlBb3AqRCunpHZccfQwYxc2N7NyxKOis2XoWiLRPRXi1yM0/s320/100_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069759748750656450" border="0" /></a>This is me coming in for the finish.<br /><br /></div>Just wanted to give a quick update. I placed 1st in the beginner's category of my age group! I am completely STUNNED by this considering the stress I was feeling over it. And the best part was the swimming! Here are a couple of photos and there are a few more to come! It was GREAT to finally meet Lana and Patrick. I felt like I knew them already, though. I saw David again and we ran together for a little ways for the last mile of the race. The swim was so much easier than I expected it to be. I was comfortable through-out the whole thing.. Then I ran to the transistion area and didn't even bother drying off. I just put on my bike shoes, helmet, and race number and took off. The biking was a whole lot harder than I expected it to be, but it was cool because I could see people's ages on the back of their calf so I picked them off one by one. There were a few steep hills and the finish was downhill.<br />Back at the trans area I re-racked the bike and put my running shoes on and my sports bra over my speedo. I was so tired at this point and I hadn't practiced any bricks so that first .5 mile was rough. I didn't have an iPod either so I was hurtin'. Once again I focused on picking off my age groupers and passed nearly everyone this way. Then David caught up with me and ran with me for most of the last mile. I saw Christy at the finish line! And my friend Valerie. (Valerie is the one who talked me into this whole thing and she didn't even get to do it due to the race filling up. ) I decided to stick around for the awards ceremony and I am so glad I did! I could not believe it when they said I was first because I felt like I did awful...(But I always feel that way in a race).<br />Here are my splits: Swim-5:14 Bike-35:47.74 Run-18:35.74<br />Non of those look impressive me me..but they somehow got my in first place in the beginner category..so I'll take it! The run was especially hard on me due to me not having my iPod/crutch and never practicing bricks. It shows in my time.<br /><br />Update: I just got an email which said they had tecnical difficulties with the Transition Mats so out Trans times are included in the bike and run times..which means I did better than I thought on those. Whew..I thought I REALLY sucked on the run...But add about 2 or 3 minutes to that. (I was in the transitions FOREVER!)<br /><br /><table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; table-layout: fixed; width: 627px; height: 19px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"><td style="height: 12.75pt;" num="" align="right" height="17"><br /></td> <td num="" align="right"><br /></td> <td><br /></td> <td><br /></td> <td class="xl24" num="3.6347337962962961E-3" align="right"><br /></td> <td class="xl24" num="2.4858124999999998E-2" align="right"><br /></td> <td class="xl24" num="1.2913807870370371E-2" align="right"><br /></td> <td class="xl24" num="4.1814224537037037E-2" align="right"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>I saw Tammy (another training partner) at the finish line and she looked like a Mummy. Apparently she had a bad wreck and ended up having a SERIOUS road rash, and they had wrapped her all up. But she's tough because she carried her bike the rest of the way....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECynuwD46-DguOZgBQ6Zgo0ipiSkahYidJaapWoy78ocsHxYjH-rk40Ue9vH9-KIuUljc5ibBta0gKDJNA-Xb1FQWN74rUK5UwhyphenhyphennC1gR_hpIDw6AEJyxDN5J2bSoERlGKd7oUsNpAbk/s1600-h/S5000932.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECynuwD46-DguOZgBQ6Zgo0ipiSkahYidJaapWoy78ocsHxYjH-rk40Ue9vH9-KIuUljc5ibBta0gKDJNA-Xb1FQWN74rUK5UwhyphenhyphennC1gR_hpIDw6AEJyxDN5J2bSoERlGKd7oUsNpAbk/s320/S5000932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072348013166717538" border="0" /></a>then ran and finished the race anyway. Lana placed third overall and I think that is awesome! Overall I am very happy with today and I signed up for the Mach Tenn this Saturday. PANIC!!!Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020232036692263779.post-17330190907681516142007-05-26T19:18:00.000-06:002007-05-26T20:20:55.590-06:00Summer..summer..summertime..I just sit back and Unwind.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiW5Q76RoRcMtqOs46exdg4fBYA0Eqq0eOwQEwjlYBHFx2yVcFXyDjP8OP-DC_-OD3sceM5bMrtxQ0AyZq1CxJFohhwkEChsKxZFY7NtF1UZs8c_iUFnCVZbNRFoNFnuwSxXF9CqjrEs/s1600-h/100_0276.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiW5Q76RoRcMtqOs46exdg4fBYA0Eqq0eOwQEwjlYBHFx2yVcFXyDjP8OP-DC_-OD3sceM5bMrtxQ0AyZq1CxJFohhwkEChsKxZFY7NtF1UZs8c_iUFnCVZbNRFoNFnuwSxXF9CqjrEs/s320/100_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069044082645091218" border="0" /></a><br />School is out! They got out Thursday. On Thursday afternoon there was a cook-out for the kids on our street to celebrate the end of the school year . Connor went and Bailey went to my mother-in-laws to swim cause he "wasn't in the mood" for a cook-out. Then yesterday we spent the day at the pool and we did the same thing today. I am already sporting a decent tan..even with SPF 50 on! I refuse to get burned this year. I discovered I still tan through the sport's block lotions so I am going to use those this year and save my 34 year old skin from further damage. I can already tell it's going to be a long summer and I need to find something to do with the kids while I work. they have camp in a few weeks, then we go to Florida for vacation..but that's about it so I am in a panic over what to do with them.<br /><br />I have been a total slacker this week in every respect. I went swimming once and ran a few times, but that's it. I have a huge fear of the Tri on Monday morning. AAAAHHH! What was I thinking? I don't know why I am stressed over it. My kids Swim, bike, and run every day in the summer and never give it a second thought. I will try to focus on that and just have fun.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598101875186470465noreply@blogger.com1