<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602</id><updated>2011-11-30T05:20:41.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Miles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-6360705118514524103</id><published>2011-11-16T17:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:49:05.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Exciting Running News</title><content type='html'>I am doing Ragnar Key West in January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow managed to get in with a team of complete strangers (it pays to blab to your doctor about your love for running) and I will be headed to Miami on January 5th for the relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In further "destination races" news, I'm headed to Denver tomorrow and planning to run a 5K there Thanksgiving morning with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-6360705118514524103?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6360705118514524103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=6360705118514524103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6360705118514524103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6360705118514524103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-super-exciting-running-news.html' title='My Super Exciting Running News'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3864117965565418052</id><published>2011-11-08T14:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:16:05.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual Speed</title><content type='html'>I've been a little "off" of my usual workout routines the past few weeks.  Normal for me this time of year - with hunting season, I am basically a single mother (my husband is a DNR officer) - and it gets hard to fit the workouts in.  Today, I snuck away at lunch for a quick 3 miler.  Instead of my usual run from the office to the golf course and back, I ran to the high school track.  The original plan was to run a mile around the track and run back.  To mix it up, I ran a lap hard, then jogged easy, then a hard lap, then jogged easy for a lap.  Then ran easy the mile back to my office.  Speed work?  Not really.  But a little casual speed that got my heart rate up and reminded my legs that they can move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have been a little stinky at court this afternoon, but it was totally worth it to get out in the sunshine and get my sweat on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3864117965565418052?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3864117965565418052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3864117965565418052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3864117965565418052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3864117965565418052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/casual-speed.html' title='Casual Speed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-780480795140038123</id><published>2011-10-25T19:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:20:08.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Twin Cities Marathon</title><content type='html'>Race weekend started on Saturday - Sophie, my running partner Jim, my Mom, and I headed to St. Paul for the kid's events and to pick up our race packets.  Sophie ran the toddler trot, which was very fun.  It was a beautiful, warm fall day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWoPGnKaiWk/TqdbGiGA6wI/AAAAAAAAAU4/x48ZYnQLMss/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWoPGnKaiWk/TqdbGiGA6wI/AAAAAAAAAU4/x48ZYnQLMss/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667598823858432770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kid's race, we headed to the River Center for the expo.  It was pretty crowded, so we did a quick loop through and were out.  I did manage to pick up a TCM hooded sweatshirt (the one I bought in 2006 was pretty worn out!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I was up bright and early and ready to run.  My mom and Sophie dropped me off at the Metrodome right before the 10 mile race started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwllLA9VjCg/TqdbqewbNEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-fw9ZK7zHaw/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwllLA9VjCg/TqdbqewbNEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-fw9ZK7zHaw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667599441437865026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plenty of time to use the restroom and then to sit around and wait.  I felt good - relaxed, ready to run my third marathon of 2011.  My expectations weren't very high for the race - I thought I could finish under 5 hours, and really just wanted to enjoy the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to head outside and line up.  I must have picked the wrong door to leave the dome, because I got stuck in a weird space lining up for the start - WAY back.  No biggie.  I think I crossed the start line about 8 minutes after the start of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 11 miles of the race felt good.  I kept a nice steady pace, right around 10:30 miles, and felt good.  At mile 11, my stomch started to bother me.  I started to feel like I was going to lose my cookies.  Anytime I pushed (up a hill, or picking up the pace), I could feel the urge to puke in the back of my throat.  To deal with nauesea, I stopped taking gels/drinking at the water stops.  Smart, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mile 16, my stomach was feeling worse.  And, because I was dehydrated, my legs started cramping up.  The cramping gradually spread and soon my lower back was cramping pretty significantly.  All I could think about was laying down.  Somewhere around mile 19/20, I did lay down.  Just in the grass on the side of the road, and just for a little bit.  It didn't really help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up and kept going.  I consider the last 6 mile stretch of Twin Cities down Summit Avenue my "home" stretch - I love running down Summit, past William Mitchell (my law school) and feeling so close to the finish.  But this time?  I was so miserable and dejected.  I would try to run, and then be on the verge of puking, and stop to walk.  Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a mile from the finish, I was walking, barely aware of my surroundings, and all of a sudden I heard my mom and Sophie yelling for me.  I looked over, and they were there.  I was so relieved to see them, sad that they saw me walking, and ready to start crying just from seeing them.  I told them I would be done soon and started to run/shuffle on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSPiO4dqJcY/TqdeJnLzLeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lwsdTa9Z3ek/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 72px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSPiO4dqJcY/TqdeJnLzLeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lwsdTa9Z3ek/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667602175299366370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, I finished.  5:21 and change.  Nowhere near the sub-5 I had planned on.  And certainly not the fun day I wanted.  I crossed the finish line and was completely out of it.  I had planned on meeting my family by the "W" meeting area, but it seemed so far away.  I just kept staring at the W - bypassing food, drink, everything - telling myself that I could lay down when I got there.  I finally got close enough and fell down on the ground in the shade of a big tree.  When my mom, Sophie and my sister finally found me, I struggled to keep from crying again.  When I finally got myself together, I pulled my sorry butt off the ground and we walked to the car.  My mom snapped this pic of me and Sophie on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4p6HfigrQ0/TqdfGPVggGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/M5NnuOeOr20/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4p6HfigrQ0/TqdfGPVggGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/M5NnuOeOr20/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667603216869654626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some lingering nausea for several days after the marathon - not sure if I had some sort of bug or what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the "old" days, a race like this would have devastated me.  I would have been embarassed by my finishing time, down on myself for not living up to my own expectations, and generally negative about the experience.  I think I have changed as a runner.  Although I am disappointed about having a rough day and not enjoying the race like I wanted to, I don't feel bad about it.  I know the difference between training for a PR and training just finish - and for this race, I definitely trained just to finish.  I feel blessed to have the health and the opportunity to run races when I want - I feel proud of running three marathons in 2011.  And, after a year of running just to finish, I am ready to train hard and see how I can improve on my marathon PR. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-780480795140038123?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/780480795140038123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=780480795140038123' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/780480795140038123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/780480795140038123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/race-report-twin-cities-marathon.html' title='Race Report - Twin Cities Marathon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWoPGnKaiWk/TqdbGiGA6wI/AAAAAAAAAU4/x48ZYnQLMss/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-718019022118117820</id><published>2011-10-20T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:04:48.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Faced</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I dropped Sophie off at daycare, one of the teacher's told me, "You are the only person I know who has two totally different faces.  One I'm going to work face and one I'm not going anywhere face."  I think what she meant to say is that I either look completely stunning (obviously) or am a sweaty post-run disaster.  Which would be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, then I got in my car, looked in the rearview mirror and saw a big clump of mascara under my eye.  So "completely stunning" may be better read as "Halloween horror."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I wash this damn mascara off my face, I might actually get my act together and post my Twin Cities Marathon race report.  At this point I'll probably wait until after my race on Saturday and make it a two-fer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-718019022118117820?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/718019022118117820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=718019022118117820' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/718019022118117820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/718019022118117820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-faced.html' title='Two Faced'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2353492729685083167</id><published>2011-09-22T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:41:58.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Club Run</title><content type='html'>Last night was the first night of book club for the year.  I started the book club with some of my friends last year - we meet on the third Wednesday of the month at on of our houses.  When book club is at your house, you pick the book.  I decided this year, I want to run to each book club meeting (and then force my friends to drive me home afterwards, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book club was at Jenny's house last night.  Jenny lives 5.2 miles from me.  Perfect.  The book?  David Baldacci's &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;One Summer&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  It pretty much sucked.  How's that for a book review?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with an el-crapo book, a night that involves a 5 mile run, Papa Murphy's pizza, and hanging out with some great girls is not a waste.  Next month's book is &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Help&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which I have already read and loved.  I am looking forward to reading it again now after seeing the movie.  What are you reading now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2353492729685083167?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2353492729685083167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2353492729685083167' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2353492729685083167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2353492729685083167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-club-run.html' title='Book Club Run'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5974798467129703446</id><published>2011-09-09T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:36:01.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>Three words to describe today's 21 miler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5974798467129703446?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5974798467129703446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5974798467129703446' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5974798467129703446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5974798467129703446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-4123330500147793280</id><published>2011-09-08T14:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:16:07.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll just eat a cupcake . . .</title><content type='html'>Here's some things I've learned that might be helpful to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nothing good comes in a conversion van.  If you see one pulling up (say, out of your office window), it's probably best to lock your door, crawl under your desk, and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Half of zero is zero.  Seriously.  If you are getting divorced and you had nothing when you were married, you should expect to have nothing upon your divorce.  Deal with it.  (And no, I'm not divorced or getting divorced.  Just getting other people divorced . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When your first inclination is to punch someone or start screaming, it's best to take a deep breath.  And eat a cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear little coffee shop around the corner, &lt;br /&gt;Thank you.  You and your delicious little carrot cake cupcake with cream cheese frosting saved my life.  And probably someone elses.  &lt;br /&gt;Love, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-4123330500147793280?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4123330500147793280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=4123330500147793280' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4123330500147793280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4123330500147793280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-think-ill-just-eat-cupcake.html' title='I think I&apos;ll just eat a cupcake . . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2317887561674907388</id><published>2011-09-06T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:15:55.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Workouts</title><content type='html'>I love long weekends. Friday morning I took Sophie for a run in the running stroller.  She really wanted to go -- even though Dad was home and she could have stayed with him and watched Phineas and Ferb -- and then about a mile in was ready to turn around a go home.  So only a short two mile run for Friday.  I spent the rest of the day cleaning, doing my monthly billing for the office, and getting some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning my running partner Jim and I went for a 41 mile bike ride.  Do you ever drive on certain roads and think gee I really would like to ride my bike on this smooth road?  There is a road around my house that I have thought that about all summer, so we finally decided to take that route.  It was a beautiful morning and we had a great ride.  I spent the rest of Saturday helping my mom shampoo her carpets.  Between the bike ride and the carpet cleaning, I was wiped out and was in bed by about 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I got a 10 mile run in before our annual Labor Day weekend golf tournament.  I was cursing the wind (and farm tractors) during the run, but overall it was good.  It ended up being a chilly day, so I rocked the compression socks under the jeans for golf all day.  They kept me warm AND made my muscles feel good!  Eighteen holes of golf later and I was ready for bed by 9:30 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mom, sister, mother-in-law, Sophie and I went to the State Fair.  Maneuvering a stroller through the throngs of fairgoers was enough of a workout for me.  Luckily I refueled with a giant pretzel, some funnel cake fries, cheese curds, and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was torture getting out the door of work/daycare this morning, but I'm looking forward to a lunch time bike ride and kettlebells tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2317887561674907388?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2317887561674907388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2317887561674907388' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2317887561674907388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2317887561674907388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-workouts.html' title='Weekend Workouts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5790202168804234236</id><published>2011-08-30T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:27:56.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Morning Runner</title><content type='html'>A long, long time ago, my running partner Jim and I were devout morning runners.  And then after I had Sophie we kind of fell out of the routine.  We have tried to revive it many times, but have failed.  I would shut off my alarm and snooze obliviously while Jim sat in his car in my driveway.  Or I would get up and get ready, only to have Jim over sleep (which often would mean I would get my pajamas on and go back to bed.  Lame, I know.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we are trying to get back into the morning routine and using modern technology to assist us.  At 6:00 yesterday and today, I got a text from Jim: "On my way."  That's enough to get my lazy ass out of bed.  And in the 10 minutes it takes me to get ready, Jim is at my house and ready to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're two for two so far this week . . . hopefully we can keep it up.  The benefits of getting up and running in the morning far outweigh the extra hour of sleep I get by skipping it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5790202168804234236?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5790202168804234236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5790202168804234236' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5790202168804234236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5790202168804234236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/modern-morning-runner.html' title='Modern Morning Runner'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-7359013957592453013</id><published>2011-08-28T22:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:34:06.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Lake Country Trialthlon</title><content type='html'>This morning I raced the Lake Country Triathlon in Baxter for the second year in a row.  Last year, I signed up with two of my friends after we caughter the tri bug and had such a blast at the Chisago Tri.  We loved this race so much last year, we decided to do it again.  This year, we made a weekend of it and brought the kids - had a great time hanging at the waterpark.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel was pretty close to the race site, so I was able to sleep in until 6:30, which felt late for a race morning!  Once we got to the lake I quickly set up my transition area.  It is amazing to me what people drag into transition - a guy near me actually brought a chair!  At the Chisago tri, you rack in transition according to race number and I swear everybody has about 3 inches of space.  Of course, this forces you to use only your 3 inches and respect everybody's space.  At this tri, not so much.  People are all over the place, taking up several feet for their transition area.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting set up, we snapped a quick pic in transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX7hDo4m6-0/TlsEsXfrX9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/GOIRMIJiOYA/s1600/P8270317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX7hDo4m6-0/TlsEsXfrX9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/GOIRMIJiOYA/s320/P8270317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646111718106685394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ventured down to the water to check out the swim course.  Yep, looked longer than I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akm5C1AgB0s/TlsFSpb_o9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/bPuALsl-YDc/s1600/P8270318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akm5C1AgB0s/TlsFSpb_o9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/bPuALsl-YDc/s320/P8270318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646112375758103506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick pre-race meeting, we were off.  Or rather, the 20 to 29 year old men were off.  I waited around for about 15 minutes until my wave (wave 6) went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Swim - 1/2 mile&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, the water was very choppy and the swim nearly killed me.  The water today was very calm, so I really wanted to improve on my 27:ish swim time from last year.  (I know, slow - I am a very slow swimmer!)  I stuck close to the buoys and after the second buoy, was with the "slow" people in my wave.  By the third buoy, the fast ladies from the wave behind mine were on me.  By the time I reached the fifth buoy (and started turning back to shore), it was just me and the slow pokes.  I just kept swimming.  Swimming is so weird to me - I feel like I am in a complete time warp and have no clue as to how much time has passed.  Could be five minutes, could be six days.  Finally I was back on shore and running up to transition.  24:46 - still slow, but an improvement from last year so I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;T1 - 3:21&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so slow in T1.  I should have borrowed that guy's chair and sat down to get my socks and bike shoes on.  My post-swim dizziness combined with my usual clutziness makes putting on socks and shoes very difficult.  I managed without any head injuries, so I'll call it a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bike - 17.3 miles&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I did this bike in 1:00:40.  So my main goal for today was to break an hour in the bike.  I started out and felt strong right away.  I quickly reeled in some ladies from my age group and from the wave the started before and after me.  From about the 6-7 mile mark until mile 12 or so there are some pretty decent hills on the bike course and I picked people off on the hills.  During the whole bike, I was only passed twice - once by a guy (who started two waves before me, not sure what that was about) and once by a gal in my age group, who I passed back two miles from the end).  I took a Gu Roctane at about mile 13 and really felt a boost.  Pretty sure there were flames shooting out of the back of my bike the last couple of miles. :)  Finished the bike in 58:08 and met my goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;T2 - 1:56&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I am not much better changing shoes after biking than I am putting shoes on after swimming.  I wonder if I can improve this by spinning around in circles in my driveway and then trying to change shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Run - 3.9 miles&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I sort of died on the run.  I remember taking walk breaks.  My goal this year was to finish the run without any walking.  As I was running out, I saw both of my friends and was able to cheer them on.  I stuck my headphones in, listened to music and just focused on putting one foot in front of the other.  I had a very steady (if not very speedy) run - never quit running.  I picked up the pace as I came around the corner to the finish and was done in 36:51.  An improvement of about a minute from last year's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My overall time was 2:05:01 - more than five minutes faster than last year.  After kind of a strange summer training-wise, I am very happy with those results.  Better yet, I definitely remembered why I fell in love with triathlon.  Today left me excited for the last tri I am signed up for this year - the One Last Tri on September 19th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, hope you all had a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-7359013957592453013?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7359013957592453013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=7359013957592453013' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7359013957592453013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7359013957592453013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/race-report-lake-country-trialthlon.html' title='Race Report - Lake Country Trialthlon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX7hDo4m6-0/TlsEsXfrX9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/GOIRMIJiOYA/s72-c/P8270317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3404669771414229424</id><published>2011-08-23T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:39:15.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Treats</title><content type='html'>I love my Tuesday workouts. Usually I run in the morning (skipped this morning because my husband is in the Boundary Waters and apparently three years old is a little young to stay home alone). But my favorite part of Tuesday is my evening workout - kettlebells class followed by a 10 mile easy bike ride. Kettlebells completely wipes me out, so much so that my arms have a hard time holding myself up on the bike. The bike ride is a great way to cool down from kettlebells, plus we are enjoying some beautiful late summer evening weather and it is so nice to soak it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I don't always bitch about the weather. Just November through May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of November, I just booked tickets to Denver to visit my brother over Thanksgiving. That will give me something to look forward to as we enter the season which shall not be named.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3404669771414229424?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3404669771414229424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3404669771414229424' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3404669771414229424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3404669771414229424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/tuesday-treats.html' title='Tuesday Treats'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5988232064596534092</id><published>2011-08-22T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:13:02.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About the Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday I dropped my car (a 2007 Ford Escape) off at the shop for an oil change and to check a problem I have been having.  Not even half an hour later, the shop called and said I needed a new transmission.  My response? "You better call my husband.  I'm not dealing with this."  So grown up, I know.  The silver lining?  I got a new car. :)  My 2012 Ford Edge should be here this week . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the car trouble, I nixed my trip to Madison.  I was bummed about missing the half marathon scheduled for Saturday.  I have run this race the last two years and was really looking forward to it.  The silver lining?  I came down with an awful cold and couldn't run more than a mile on Saturday without falling on the ground gasping for breath.  It would have sucked to be at a race and discover that little problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still struggling to find the silver lining with this nasty cold.  Maybe a sexier voice?  Finally using the mega pack of Kleenex's I bought for the office at Costco?  I'll figure something out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5988232064596534092?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5988232064596534092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5988232064596534092' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5988232064596534092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5988232064596534092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-all-about-silver-lining.html' title='It&apos;s All About the Silver Lining'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-4989095215029871518</id><published>2011-08-17T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:50:06.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of the Times</title><content type='html'>A sure sign that the end (of summer) is near is our ladies' golf league tournament.  Tonight.  Sob.  This season has flown by.  And with my blogging absence, I haven't been able to regale you with the usual tails of falling out of golf carts, cavorting about the golf course, and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a pretty tame golf season.  My golf partner is pregnant, so she's been drinking water all season.  Since she hasn't been drinking, I haven't been either.  A few weeks ago, she and I headed over to Siren National in Wisconsin to golf on a Saturday.  The course was pretty busy and we ended up waiting several times behind a group of four younger guys in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th green, we pulled the flag to find a ball in the cup.  And the ball said "Cougar" on it.  We joked that the college guys in front of us left it there on purposes.  Sure enough, one of the guys passed us looking for a club and asked if we found the ball his buddy left for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?  Erin chose to take it as a compliment, but I was mystified.  Don't I look like I am in college?  Don't you have to be OLD to be a cougar?  And creepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A summer full of self-realization . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-4989095215029871518?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4989095215029871518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=4989095215029871518' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4989095215029871518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4989095215029871518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/signs-of-times.html' title='Signs of the Times'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-478569348153292853</id><published>2011-08-15T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:03:37.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>So I guess it's been a while . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had basically given up on blog but found I really miss the creative outlet.  Also, writing about working out seems to make me better about actually working out.  And actually working out makes me happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to for the last two months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, I DNF'd at my very first half ironman.  Started in the last wave of swimmer's and swam super slow (which I expected, because I am a super slow swimmer).  Actually missed the cut off time for the swim, but did the bike.  Then was so far behind the cut off time, didn't even start the run.  I will do a half ironman someday, but I think I need to wait until I get a bit faster in the water and until I am at a better place in my life to devote more time to training.  Live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the first week of August relaxing on vacation at the lake.  I got in a couple of fun runs and a long bike ride with my father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff going on in the next few weeks - the Madison 1/2 Marathon this weekend, the Baxter Tri next weekend, some camping, a baby shower for my sister, a tri in White Bear Lake . . . and before I know, it will be Twin Cities Marathon weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long and the short of it is (1) I need to get my ass in gear and (2) hello consistency.  Working out for three hours one day is great.  Following it up by three days of lazing around on the couch eating ice cream?  Not so great.  Hence the revival of the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-478569348153292853?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/478569348153292853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=478569348153292853' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/478569348153292853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/478569348153292853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-443375212803716476</id><published>2011-06-27T15:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:41:05.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Freedom Fest Mini Triathlon</title><content type='html'>Saturday I participated in our a little triathlon in my own town.  $10 to leave my house at 8:30 for a triathlon? Yes please.  My mom came up to help out with Sophie, so I was excited to have some race fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ct0nAgAVoCQ/TgjncB0iEHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/VxD7Bc5HrpQ/s1600/P6240006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ct0nAgAVoCQ/TgjncB0iEHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/VxD7Bc5HrpQ/s320/P6240006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622998603483189362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swim is at the local beach - a place I swore I would never swim in until last summer when I started doing triathlons.  Go figure.  I swam here a couple of weeks ago after work and it was cold.  And then we had crappy weather and rain for about two weeks, so I was expecting the water to be freezing.  And it was.  Brr.  You could swim out to the freeway and back for a 1/4 mile or out to the swimming raft and back for 1/8 mile.  I told myself that I should do the longer swim for open water swim practice.  And then I got in the water and the coldness sucked the will to live right out of me and all I could think about was getting out of that damn water as soon as possible.  So I did the short swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvLSIlY4SZ4/TgjoLldCnbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/opQY9bvveLg/s1600/P6240011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvLSIlY4SZ4/TgjoLldCnbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/opQY9bvveLg/s320/P6240011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622999420502187442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie helped with out with the first transition.  And by help, I mean she was all excited to see me and cheering until she realized the race wasn't over and I was leaving again and started screaming bloody murder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike is a 10 mile loop around some country roads.  I told myself since I did the short swim I had to make up for it by really working hard on the bike.  And I did.  I pushed consistently the whole way and had a really great bike.  Unfortunately, my bike computer had a minor malfunction and I don't know how wonderful it really was.  But I passed everyone I saw in front of me (which actually wasn't that many people) and only had two people pass me.  My mom told me I was the 3rd or 4th person off the bike, and the 2nd woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGSwBnSc-J8/TgjpIiZSTyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/b9srR_Gbr8A/s1600/P6240016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGSwBnSc-J8/TgjpIiZSTyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/b9srR_Gbr8A/s320/P6240016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623000467653152546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was there to help me at the second transition too.  No screaming this time, thankfully. They changed the course this year, so instead of the bike ending back at the beach, we ended near our county fairgrounds basically on the side of the road.  Bad course change.  There was no real place to leave your bike - I leaned mine up against a tree, glad my mom was there to provide security.  And there was a car show going on at the fairgrounds at the same time, so there was a ton of traffic on the road while we were getting off the bike.  Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run was two one-mile loops around the fairgrounds.  Or you could do one lap if you wanted.  Don't worry, I went around twice!  I could feel that I had pushed hard on the bike because I was tired on the run.  But I kept pushing and really feel like I left it all out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n64qLKo43Jc/TgjqauvN6-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/B4Q3ECdp-6E/s1600/P6240019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n64qLKo43Jc/TgjqauvN6-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/B4Q3ECdp-6E/s320/P6240019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623001879715638242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No times (this is REALLY low key event and I didn't wear my garmin) but I finished in either just under or just over 1 hour.  Lots and lots of fun.  When I woke up Sunday morning I thought "what is wrong with my legs?"  Oh, yeah, they're SORE! I wasn't expecting to be sore, but I guess that's a sign that I worked hard.  A great workout on what was finally a nice summer day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-443375212803716476?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/443375212803716476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=443375212803716476' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/443375212803716476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/443375212803716476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/race-report-freedom-fest-mini-triathlon.html' title='Race Report - Freedom Fest Mini Triathlon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ct0nAgAVoCQ/TgjncB0iEHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/VxD7Bc5HrpQ/s72-c/P6240006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-7863996255152157791</id><published>2011-06-24T11:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:26:56.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Grandma's Marathon</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, Jim (my running partner), Sophie and I left Pine City around 11:30 to try to beat the marathon/weekend traffic into Duluth.  I'm glad we left when we did, because traffic was already slow with construction.  By shortly after 1:00 we were in Duluth.  After a quick lunch, we hit the expo.  The expo was a zoo.  It seemed that they maybe had more booths this year but in the same amount of space . . . I found it difficult to really look around because there were just so many people.  I did end up running into an old friend who my husband and I worked with back in 1998 when we were all working at a state park together.  He was running his first marathon (and ended up running a 3:40!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCBUPmRVepg/TgTCwUfJYkI/AAAAAAAAATw/uLIhX_1MAv4/s1600/P6170004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCBUPmRVepg/TgTCwUfJYkI/AAAAAAAAATw/uLIhX_1MAv4/s320/P6170004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621832370254078530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie decorated a nice Run Mommy Run sign for me for Saturday . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wrapping up at the expo (and a quick trip to the Duluth Running Co. store to use some coupons), we kept driving north to our hotel in Silver Bay.  Silver Bay is about 25 miles north of the Two Harbors, where the race starts.  While it made for a little more driving, it was nice to be out of the chaos of Duluth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we relaxed - hung out in the pool, ordered dinner in, and waited for my mom and sister to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CrwqGoBSxcI/TgTEZrXgpMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ieF6uMtqe3U/s1600/P6170024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CrwqGoBSxcI/TgTEZrXgpMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ieF6uMtqe3U/s320/P6170024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621834180282328258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a kind of late night Friday (my mom and sister had a LONG drive from the cities), I was up at 4:45 and ready to go.  The weather forecast was for cool weather and rain. Cool weather? Lovely.  Rain?  Please not too much.  Although it poured on the folks running the half marathon (which started at 6:30), the rain had pretty much died off by the time the full started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick breakfast of an English Muffin with peanut butter and a banana in the hotel, we took a hotel shuttle to a grocery store parking lot in Two Harbors, and then a big yellow school bus to the start line.  My stomach was grumbling a little, so as soon as we got to the starting area, I got in the ridiculously long lines for the porta potties.  Lots of people were abandoning the line to get to the start, but I wasn't giving up.  I wanted to go before the race started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through the line and into the porta potty, and to the starting line just before the race started.  Of course, this meant starting at the very back of the pack.  The clock was at about 8 minutes when I finally crossed the start line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really have any time goals for this race.  I wasn't sure how my body would handle two marathons in less than 30 days.  And with the back issues I have been having, I hadn't run more than 4 miles since Fargo.  All I knew was that I really wanted to beat my Fargo time (5:24) and I would be ecstatic if I made it under 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few miles went by really quickly.  I had some stomach pain but just kept telling myself to ignore it and it would go away.  Around my 7-8, the stomach pain was at its worst.  A girl came up behind me and started talking to me - she complimented me on my outfit, and then we started talking about all sorts of things.  Turns out we graduated from the same college (me about 100 years before her, of course).  This was just the distraction I needed.  We ran together chatting until the mile 9 water stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mile 11 I was feeling better stomach wise but still anxious about the miles left to go.  I had been plugging along well - running and stopping to walk only for a little bit at the water stops.  I stuck my headphones in and listened to music, which was a nice distraction.  I love thinking "only two more songs to the next mile marker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time we had caught up with and passed the 5:30 pacers and the 5:00 pacers.  I wasn't sure if they had 4:45 pacers and was hoping we would maybe catch them.  I was very conscious of not wanting those 5:00 pacers to catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile 19 we saw the sign welcoming us into Duluth. What a welcome sight!  I felt a huge energy boost knowing we were coming into a more populated area and getting that much closer to the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 20 through 26.2 were awesome.  That's right, I said awesome.  I have never felt so strong at the end of a marathon before.  I was still taking my short walk breaks at the water stops, but felt so strong running between them.  There were more groups of spectators in this area, and music playing, and just the extra energy of knowing the finish line was close.  I felt like a train.  Not a train wreck, just a train, chugging towards the finish line.  I took my headphones out around mile 22 so I could enjoy the crowds and the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a clock at the mile 25 marker and, although I don't remember what it read now, when I saw it I knew I would finish under 5 hours.  I was so happy!  I couldn't wait to round the corner and look for my mom, sister, and Sophie.  I kept running strong towards the finish, searching the spectators for my family.  I crossed the line, with the clock time reading 4:58:ish.  As soon as I crossed the line, I saw my mom just past the finish line.  I actually started running again to run over to her - and ran right past the folks handing out medals.  Dork!  My mom told me to turn around and get my medal, and snapped a great picture of me getting my race bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYngLCPGwOc/TgTH-lExe9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/3NASVtd6FA4/s1600/P6180038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYngLCPGwOc/TgTH-lExe9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/3NASVtd6FA4/s320/P6180038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621838112783170514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to have run such a strong race.  It was perfect running weather (not so perfect for the 3 mile walk back to the car after the race, though - brr!).  A great experience at Grandma's.  Although I was very stiff Sunday and Monday, I am recovering well - went to Kettlebells Tuesday night, ran 3 miles yesterday, and had a good swim this morning. Tomorrow is my first triathlon of the year.  Hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-7863996255152157791?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7863996255152157791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=7863996255152157791' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7863996255152157791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7863996255152157791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/race-report-grandmas-marathon.html' title='Race Report - Grandma&apos;s Marathon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCBUPmRVepg/TgTCwUfJYkI/AAAAAAAAATw/uLIhX_1MAv4/s72-c/P6170004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2434926008243321396</id><published>2011-06-20T08:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:05:30.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Race Report - Grandma's Marathon</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I finished my sixth marathon - Grandma's.  Finished in 4:51:28.  SO happy to see a "4" at the beginning of my time after my craptastic time at Fargo last month.  I'll be back with a better report (and pictures) after I find my camera . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2434926008243321396?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2434926008243321396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2434926008243321396' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2434926008243321396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2434926008243321396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/mini-race-report-grandmas-marathon.html' title='Mini Race Report - Grandma&apos;s Marathon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5285262791119207474</id><published>2011-06-08T12:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:19:19.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a couple of weeks. I seem to be stuck in some sort of time warp. I can't believe it is June and a week from Saturday is Grandma's and then it will be the 4th of July and then summer will be over. I hate how fast summer seems to go (especially because winter just drags and drags). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615928985825739250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxSAbYudf2E/Te_JqHv2gfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2VPqUmLKmdY/s320/P5290162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice (oxygen deprived) trail run in Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615929000146412882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEZsJVuIYyA/Te_Jq9GKpVI/AAAAAAAAATg/P132BRJIeVE/s320/P6040333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the year golf outing with my book club girls.  The Book Club Invitational or the Nerd Fest, depending on who you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615928996242501410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhbCzz3xX7s/Te_JqujZryI/AAAAAAAAATY/Woh3lqTsq3I/s320/P6030324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and I ran races in Grantsburg last weekend - I ran the 5K, Sophie ran the kid's race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615929006461560034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFEg2zQxiGQ/Te_JrUn0JOI/AAAAAAAAATo/TaRpxEH3rcc/s320/P6040343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY got the garden in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to golf league.  Happy training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5285262791119207474?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5285262791119207474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5285262791119207474' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5285262791119207474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5285262791119207474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxSAbYudf2E/Te_JqHv2gfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2VPqUmLKmdY/s72-c/P5290162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-4593233223504465886</id><published>2011-05-26T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:27:18.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Recovery &amp; Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>I have recovered very well frm Fargo on Saturday and have managed a half decent week of bike and swim training. Monday I rode 16 miles (in the wind). Tuesday I swam 1300 yards. Wednesday I rode 14 miles (in the wind). And this morning I swam 1000 yards. My legs feel great and ready to start running again. My back is still a little twitchy but getting much better. Mentally, I feel recovered and super motivated to train hard over the next few weeks leading up to Grandma's and then the half ironman in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I'll be getting some altitude training in! Sophie, my mom and I are headed to Denver to visit my brother. He moved out there in January and has really got into mountain biking. I have my bike shoes packed and he has a ride planned for us. He also has a trail he wants to take me running on. Sophie is very excited for her first plan ride and to her beloved Uncle Nik and I am looking forward to a fun weekend away. Have a great Memorial Day weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-4593233223504465886?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4593233223504465886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=4593233223504465886' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4593233223504465886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4593233223504465886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/05/marathon-recovery-weekend-getaway.html' title='Marathon Recovery &amp; Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-6114718369172033597</id><published>2011-05-22T19:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:02:03.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Fargo Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLMh2cVi6hI/TdmonnCSJvI/AAAAAAAAATE/FbuvWYng_eA/s1600/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609700209313588978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLMh2cVi6hI/TdmonnCSJvI/AAAAAAAAATE/FbuvWYng_eA/s320/P1010025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took a lot of work for me to squat down for this picture right after finishing the marathon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning I had a quick court hearing and then picked up Sophie and my running partner Jim and we headed to Fargo. My back was still quite sore - no more pinching or pulling, but a steady pain. Driving seemed to aggravate it, so Jim took over and I chilled in the back seat with Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four and a half hours later we arrived in Fargo and met up with Jim's wife (who was in Fargo for work) at our hotel. We hit the expo right away, and were able to park close to the Fargo Dome and did not hit any terrible traffic. This was obviously the perfect timing, because as we were leaving we drove past lines and lines of cars trying to get in for packet pick up (and the Friday evening race events). We picked up Olive Garden to go and went back to the hotel. After a relaxing evening stuffing our faces with pasta and playing at the hotel pool with Sophie, we had the lights out and were in bed at 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm went off at 5:45 and Sophie was wide awake asking to go to breakfast. Sidenote: Sophie loves staying in hotels. She thinks she is a big shot. She especially loves continental breakfasts. Anyhow, I had everything laid out so I was dressed and ready for the race quickly. Back? Sore. I was worried about the race. When we went downstairs for breakfast, I could see outside that it was windy and raining. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught a shuttle from the mall to the Fargo Dome and had plenty of time to get to the start line. At the start the rain had stopped but it was humid. This is probably a good time to note that at my last laser zapping session the chiropractor gave me some Biofreeze and told me to use it during the race. Right before heading to the start line, I rolled the Biofreeze all over my lower back and right hip. I put it in my check bag. And then decided to carry it during the race. I held onto that little roll on tube of Biofreeze like it was my baby all 26.2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the race . . . have you seen those shirts about race strategy, starting slow and then slow down? Yep, that was pretty much me. Whenever I tried to push the pace, I could feel my lower back tightening. And I really wanted to finish. So I just ran slowly. And walked the water stops. I kept this up and felt strong (but slow) for most of the race. About mile 16 -17ish I felt like I was struggling more, but still was able to run between the water stops. By mile 21.5, the wheels pretty much fell off and I walked more between water stops. But I kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random notes from the run: My stomach was weird the whole race. I only ended up taking to Gu's - one at mile 7 and one at mile 15. By mile 19 I couldn't take the taste of Powerade any more and only drank water. I used my Biofreeze four times during the race - so thankful I rescued it from the check bag and carried it. Although it didn't completely mask the back pain, it made it more tolerable. Around mile 19, I ducked into a porta potty to pee (and to really pour on the Biofreeze). I realized too late that there was no toilet paper. I guess pee running down my leg isn't THAT disgusting. It was humid - and I think the first time I've run in any humidity since oh, September? I was a salty mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it felt like I could run no more, I ran a couple of more miles and was finally at the finish. Sophie was there was Jim's wife and I stopped to give her a hug and a kiss before crossing the line. My clock time was 5:26:something. I didn't wear a Garmin (it drives me crazy in rain/humidity with its crazy screen switching). My slowest marathon yet. But I was so happy that I finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After grabbing a quick bite to eat, Sophie and I were on the road back home. Four and half hours in the car without a shower? I swear almost harder than the marathon. By the time I got home, I was a shivering, achy mess. I took a shower, some Advil, and went to bed. Today I engaged in some "active" recovery cleaning the house - all the chores I avoided last week to try to heal my back. I am still quite sore but planning a swim and bike for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-6114718369172033597?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6114718369172033597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=6114718369172033597' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6114718369172033597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6114718369172033597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/05/race-report-fargo-marathon.html' title='Race Report - Fargo Marathon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLMh2cVi6hI/TdmonnCSJvI/AAAAAAAAATE/FbuvWYng_eA/s72-c/P1010025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2303598342818923820</id><published>2011-05-18T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:09:29.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beam Me Up</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in my last post that I wrenched my back Sunday while working in the garden. Just what you want to happen the week before a marathon, right? So Monday I went to my chiropractor. When I told her what was going on her first question was, "And when is your next big run?" This woman knows me well. And to my answer - Saturday - her reply was, "Well I guess I better wave my magic wand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside her usual adjustments, she recommended that I get zapped with the laser. Of course she used medical terminology, but basically, it was laser zapping. So yesterday I went in a got zapped with the laser. Between the adjustment and the zapping, I am feeling substantially better. I have another zapping appointment scheduled for tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that her response was to figure out how to get me to the starting line without pain, as opposed to rolling her eyes, calling me crazy, and suggesting that I shouldn't run. Of course my mom and my husband? They are more on the calling me crazy, suggesting that I don't run bandwagon. Party poopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am cautiously optimistic. I swam this morning and it felt really good. I will try to run a couple of miles tomorrow and, provided I don't feel any tightening while running, will run Fargo on Saturday. I'm NOT crazy - if I feel like running is causing tightening and the potential to wrench everything out of whack again, I will not run. I have Grandma's coming up, and of course the half ironman in July so the most important thing is to be able to get through this little hiccup without too much more time off. Fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2303598342818923820?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2303598342818923820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2303598342818923820' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2303598342818923820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2303598342818923820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/05/beam-me-up.html' title='Beam Me Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1499933178952607861</id><published>2011-05-15T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:36:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My hubby and I celebrated our fourth anniversary on Thursday. We have been wanting to take Sophie to a waterpark all winter and it never worked with our schedules, so finally Thursday we headed to Duluth for one night at the waterpark there.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607135932632380210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kioeC1-rFY/TdCMbD_hszI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eNm7i5XmTyo/s320/DSC02117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had lots of fun. AND being in Duluth got me super excited for Grandma's - only a month away! Of course, one little race between now and then - Fargo is less than a week away. Yikes! I have felt really low key about Fargo. I feel like it is more of a training run for a couple of reasons. I've never ran two marathons close together like I will be doing with Fargo and Grandmas and my goal is really just to finish both and have fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I hadn't alreay been feeling low key about Fargo, coming down with a massive cold this weekend and hurting my back today while working in the garden would have brought me right down. Thankfully the cold is already improving and my back injuries are usually pretty responsive to the chiropractor, so I'll be on the phone scheduling an appointment right away tomorrow. My back problems got me my big DNF last spring at Madison and it is NOT going to happen again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1499933178952607861?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1499933178952607861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1499933178952607861' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1499933178952607861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1499933178952607861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kioeC1-rFY/TdCMbD_hszI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eNm7i5XmTyo/s72-c/DSC02117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-236852512137528336</id><published>2011-05-09T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:10:55.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Near) Perfect Week</title><content type='html'>My fellow How I Met Your Mother fans might be thinking The Perfect Week is about a whole lotta loving . . . but I'm talking about a different kind of perfect week. This is a running (slash triathlon) blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workouts last week really did make it a near perfect week - the perfect balance between running, biking, and swimming. Behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Ran 3 miles (at lunch), 30 min. yoga (at night)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: swam 1000 yds. (am), ran 3 miles (at lunch), biked 13 miles (after work)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: ran 3 miles (at lunch), biked 16 miles (after work), 30 min. pilates (at night)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: swam 1500 yds. (am), ran 3 miles (after work)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: rest day&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 15 mile canoe race (in my kayak)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 13 mile bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it a truly perfect week, the canoe race would have been replaced by a long run. And the Sunday bike ride would have been longer. But you get the picture. Overall a great start to the month of May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-236852512137528336?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/236852512137528336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=236852512137528336' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/236852512137528336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/236852512137528336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/05/near-perfect-week.html' title='The (Near) Perfect Week'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5771942482307036217</id><published>2011-05-02T11:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:28:01.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October Recap</title><content type='html'>Oh wait, yesterday was May 1st. Well it sure as hell felt like November 1st. Maybe it was the wind, maybe the snowflakes, or maybe the 28 degree temps, I'm just not sure . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't end up running the half marathon in Minnetonka. As the week went on (and the gas prices kept going up), I actually made a financial based decision. This doesn't happen to me very often - usually I do what I want to do (or buy what I want to buy) and suffer guilt (and my husband's wrath) later. But I decided it wasn't a good financial decision to drive 90 some miles to a race with gas prices being so high. And I've got a big traveling month ahead - driving to Fargo for the marathon in a few weeks and then flying to Colorado for Memorial Day weekend to hang out with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped the race and decided to run my 20 miler by home instead. And then, when I started running and the wind was blasting me from every direction, I said screw it. While I need a 20 mile run, I also need to stay in love with running. And running for four hours into the (freezing cold) wind three weeks before a marathon is not the recipe for warm fuzzy runner feelings. But I ran 5 miles. And we took Sophie to see the movie Hop. And I went to bed at 8:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully November will be better. Oh wait, I mean May. Stupid stupid stupid weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5771942482307036217?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5771942482307036217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5771942482307036217' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5771942482307036217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5771942482307036217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/05/october-recap.html' title='October Recap'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-7737769957053058615</id><published>2011-04-27T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:28:07.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a half marathon on Sunday - the Lake Minnetonka Half Marathon - that I think I want to run. I would need to tack on an extra 7 miles to get 20 in (you know, marathon training and all). Should I?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's snowing. I hate snow. Snow + having to look at my ex-boss in court this afternoon = me wanting to punch somebody in the face. I should consider anger management classes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starburst jelly beans are freaking delicious. I thought their season was over, but when I stopped by the grocery store to pick up (healthy) food for lunch, they were on the special sale table. Now they are in my belly. I eat them in order by color - yellow, green, pink, orange, red, then purple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I picked up my bike from the bike shop last night. I am so excited to ride. Once it stops snowing. And once the wind stops blowing. So, like, you know, maybe in July???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have had a productive day so far. I should really stop making this completely meaningless list and get back to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-7737769957053058615?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7737769957053058615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=7737769957053058615' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7737769957053058615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7737769957053058615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2940123077215204567</id><published>2011-04-25T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:45:16.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Track Baby</title><content type='html'>Not to be confused with crack baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow finally melted off the track.  To avoid having to run with the high school kids after work, I decided a lunch time track workout was in order.  My plan was to do an easy warm up and then a ladder -- 400, 800, 1200, 800, 400.  Easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except.  Running slowly through snow and ice for 8 months (yes, 8 months, that's how long winter was) does not prepare you for running quickly at the track.  During the first 400 I thought my lung might just explode out of my chest.  New plan: let's do four 400's and call it good.  Apparently I need to warm up to track season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back from my lunch time quicky.  Debating about whether to just stay in my running clothes for the rest of the day.  I don't have any appointments scheduled for the afternoon and I'm planning on running again after work anyways . . . disgusting I know, but much more comfortable than changing back into a suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2940123077215204567?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2940123077215204567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2940123077215204567' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2940123077215204567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2940123077215204567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/track-baby.html' title='Track Baby'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1613065542559275527</id><published>2011-04-21T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:45:24.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl Pants</title><content type='html'>Somebody better get me some big girl undies, because I am going all grown up on the bike this year.  I took my bike in on Friday for a tune up and decided to change over to clip in pedals.  Gulp.  For anyone keeping track of my list of things I said I would never do but am now doing, let's add physically restrain my feet from moving off a bike pedal to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bike shop, they had my bike on the trainer because they were also doing a whole fitting thing.  So I got to practice clipping in and out a couple of times.  And then they told me to take it out on the road.  So I did.  And I didn't fall.  Or die.  And even though I was being super cautious and biking slowly (not just because of the new pedal situation but also because it was gale-force winds and I was wearing dress clothes) I could tell that I am going to love the extra oomph I get from having my feet stuck to my pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the pedal/shoe change, I also got a new seat.  This was after a conversation that went like this.  Me: "So, my seat is pretty uncomfortable.  I feel a lot of pressure in my girl parts."  Bike Man: "Yes, see how your seat is at the highest point in the middle?  This is the worst bike seat ever made."  Ah, that clears things up.  They also adjusted the fit (except they used fancier words that I don't remember).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bike is still at the bike shop getting all the little tune ups done, but I am super excited to pick it up and get out on the road.  I figure with all the changes it will be like having a brand new bike.  Now if only the weather would actually improve . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1613065542559275527?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1613065542559275527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1613065542559275527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1613065542559275527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1613065542559275527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-girl-pants.html' title='Big Girl Pants'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-9041300976021687152</id><published>2011-04-18T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:32:24.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Well Rested</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, after Good Heather prevailed and I got my swim on, I also ran 3 miles at lunch and then went to kettlebells class at night.  And then Wednesday I proceeded to get my puke on.  For FIVE days.  Yep, five days of the stomach flu.  Which was super fun.  So no Earth Day 1/2 Marathon for me.  I was supposed to leave at 6:30 Saturday morning to head over to St. Cloud. Instead, I puked at 6:30.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sleeping basically all day yesterday, I am finally feeling better.  Although dragging myself to court in three different counties wore me out today.  But tomorrow?  It's Tuesday again, so Good Heather will be back at the pool dark and early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all the Boston runners - you all are amazing and inspire me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-9041300976021687152?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9041300976021687152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=9041300976021687152' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/9041300976021687152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/9041300976021687152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-call-me-well-rested.html' title='Just Call Me Well Rested'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-7825545728321536775</id><published>2011-04-12T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:03:41.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stood Up</title><content type='html'>This morning my swimming friend failed to show up at dark o'thirty at our designated meeting spot in the McDonald's parking lot.  And so began the battle of the Heathers.  Bad Heather said, "Go home.  If you drive fast, you can have your contacts out, your pj's on and be back in bed for another hour and a half."  Good Heather said, "Dude.  You just signed up a for a half ironman.  Get your ass to the pool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really was a battle because I hate to swim alone.  You would think the only indoor pool in at least a 30 mile radius would be a hot spot, and I wouldn't need to worry about being all by my lonesome.  But unfortunately I live in an area where the primary forms of entertainment are drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, and shopping at Walmart.  So often I (and my swimming friend, when she is not being lazy) are the only two hardcore souls at the pool.  And while I am a little bit afraid of drowning, I am a lot afraid of a serial killer sneaking in the pool and murdering me while I'm gasping for breath at the end of a lap.  Yes, I know, therapy may be beneficial.  That's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about ten minutes of Good Heather and Bad Heather yapping at each other in the McDonald's parking lot, Good Heather won and I drove to the pool.  And I didn't drown.  Or get murdered by a serial killer.  But I was there completely by myself.  Of course, now Bad Heather thinks she needs a little victory.  So I'll probably take a nap under my desk later.  Or eat a Reese's peanut butter cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-7825545728321536775?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7825545728321536775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=7825545728321536775' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7825545728321536775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7825545728321536775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/stood-up.html' title='Stood Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2407280219835493337</id><published>2011-04-08T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:48:20.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Committed</title><content type='html'>After months of wavering, I finally hit the registration button. I am now officially registered for the Chisago Lakes Half Ironman. Deep, calming breaths. I can handle this. I am ready to focus on the training. But for now, it's time to get to sleep. I have a long run to do tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2407280219835493337?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2407280219835493337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2407280219835493337' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2407280219835493337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2407280219835493337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/committed.html' title='Committed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2983719274927977612</id><published>2011-04-06T20:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:31:20.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorts</title><content type='html'>So what could be fascinating enough to drag me out of my month-plus long silence?  How about the fact that I wore  shorts on my run this evening?  Yes, I may have caused a few (minor) traffic accidents with the glare from my super bright white legs.  But who cares?  It was sunny! And warm! And I was wearing shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last month or so I have been constantly reminded of how important running (and my other favorite forms of exercise) are to my mental health.  I can be having the worst, most brain-draining day, and getting out in the fresh air for a run or sweating my booty off on a hard trainer ride can completely turn my attitude around.  I have been very busy with work and my caseload is higher than it has ever been.  While I feel extremely blessed to be so busy with my new office and in this craptastic economy, the higher caseload (of mostly not so nice divorce and custody cases) has taken it's toll on me.  Running (and swimming, biking, and kettlebells) is what keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow . . . other than work and working out I have squeezed in some fun over the last month . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ycwFjtBMVPE/TZ0egSDyh_I/AAAAAAAAASk/cVLTFiTmR28/s1600/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ycwFjtBMVPE/TZ0egSDyh_I/AAAAAAAAASk/cVLTFiTmR28/s320/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592659852216403954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Sophie (and my 8 year old niece) bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gy49PaXVnjQ/TZ0fGVVljVI/AAAAAAAAASs/cY3b_c8xNdw/s1600/DSC01807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gy49PaXVnjQ/TZ0fGVVljVI/AAAAAAAAASs/cY3b_c8xNdw/s320/DSC01807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592660505931386194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A4LBazJu7xI/TZ0fsRbRrdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FhlLFkYY7Rk/s1600/DSC01785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A4LBazJu7xI/TZ0fsRbRrdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FhlLFkYY7Rk/s320/DSC01785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592661157716536786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran the Human Race 8K in St. Paul with my sister and running partner - and Sophie ran the kid's race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my fingers crossed that the weather stays warm and sunny.  I am hoping to get my bike off the trainer and outside for the first time this year tomorrow after work. Happy spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2983719274927977612?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2983719274927977612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2983719274927977612' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2983719274927977612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2983719274927977612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/shorts.html' title='Shorts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ycwFjtBMVPE/TZ0egSDyh_I/AAAAAAAAASk/cVLTFiTmR28/s72-c/DSC01752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5898529290364820712</id><published>2011-02-28T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:57:02.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Hours</title><content type='html'>For the last two weeks I have been in a winter-induced fog o' gloom.  And I am sick of it.  So I've put a time limit on it - 12 more hours.  When the clock strikes 12:01 a.m. on March 1, 2011, I am going to turn my frown upside down and get all Pollyanna on winter's ass.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running has been a victim of the gloom (and the craptastic weather, and my 3 year old getting sick).  But instead of focusing on all the things that completely sucked about February, let's practice Pollyannaing (not a word? oh well) and look at the good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I biked 56 miles on the trainer (up from a big fat 0 in November, December, and January).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam 3 miles in the pool (up from 1.5 in January).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out practically every day (only took 4 rest days, significant improvement over December and January).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, let's not forget the Packer's winning the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there were some good things that happened this month.  Sort of (just a little bit) takes the sting out of the measly 25 miles I ran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5898529290364820712?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5898529290364820712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5898529290364820712' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5898529290364820712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5898529290364820712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/02/12-hours.html' title='12 Hours'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-738037273419875317</id><published>2011-02-14T21:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:44:21.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Layer Slushfest</title><content type='html'>Just when you all thought you couldn't take one more second of my bitching about the cold weather . . . my complaining is on hiatus.  I won't call it gone for good because who knows when the cold could return.  But for today, I am happy to say that it was a balmy 36 degrees when I went for my after work run.  So I *gasp* did not wear my Under Armour tights under my Nike winter pants.  And I *double gasp* did not wear my base layer turtle neck under my zip up top.  And, wait for it, I didn't wear a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sort of exposed.  And my Nike pants scratching against my leg hairs (What?  Don't tell me I'm the only one who doesn't shave every day in the winter) felt a bit odd.  Wonderful odd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran my favorite 4.5 mile route from my office - out to the golf course, around a little loop, and back.  It is pavement (which was clear!) all the way to the golf course, and then dirt.  The dirt was a melty, mucky mess.  My running partner's son ran with us and he runs in Vibram Five Fingers (sidenote: I almost just typed Four Fingers.  You know, for all the four-toed folks.).  Of course because he is young, he runs like a speedy little gazelle.  So it was like following in the footsteps of a Yeti through the slushy snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeti, leg hair . . . yep, this post got a little weird.  Sorry.  Time to get to bed (so I can get up early and swim!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-738037273419875317?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/738037273419875317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=738037273419875317' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/738037273419875317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/738037273419875317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/02/single-layer-slushfest.html' title='Single Layer Slushfest'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-753379434386322983</id><published>2011-02-13T19:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:07:07.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage 101</title><content type='html'>Here's some free advice for you: communication is important in relationships (including marriage).  Behold an exchange from my house ("E" is my husband, "H" is yours truly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Are you going to bowl in the tournament Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;H: Well what time is at?  I need to do my long run sometime.&lt;br /&gt;E: Long run?  What are your talking about.&lt;br /&gt;H: You know, running, for a long time.  For training.&lt;br /&gt;E: What the hell marathon are you training for now.&lt;br /&gt;H; Fargo . . . and Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;E: Thanks for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;H: Don't you read my blog???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over Dr. Phil, I've got this ALL figured out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-753379434386322983?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/753379434386322983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=753379434386322983' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/753379434386322983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/753379434386322983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/02/marriage-101.html' title='Marriage 101'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1187443533435160091</id><published>2011-02-11T16:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:05:15.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Win, You Win, We All Win</title><content type='html'>Okay, not we all.  One of you.  And me.  First, congrats to &lt;a href="http://eatdrinkandbemeiri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rose&lt;/a&gt;.  You are the winner of my CafePress giveaway.  E-mail mee at hmwynn at gmail dot com to claim your valuable prize.  And thanks again to CafePress for sponsoring the giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto me.  I was lucky enough to win &lt;a href="http://discombobulatedrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;B.o.B's&lt;/a&gt; Arctic Ease giveaway.  I am so excited about this because, as you may have heard me mention once or twice, I live in the freaking Arctic.  So I am assuming that a product called "Arctic Ease" will help ease the pain of nearly freezing to death for three months and counting.  I have already been checking my mailbox 20 times a day for my little gift to arrive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to get all steamy (like up to the 30's) this weekend, so I may be able to live without my Arctic Ease for a few more days.  I haven't run since last Friday (good marathon training, right?), so I am eager to hit the (snow covered) road.  Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1187443533435160091?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1187443533435160091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1187443533435160091' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1187443533435160091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1187443533435160091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-win-you-win-we-all-win.html' title='I Win, You Win, We All Win'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-546918173431189061</id><published>2011-02-07T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:31:05.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Firsts</title><content type='html'>The last week or so has been full of "firsts" for the year.  Last Saturday Sophie and I both ran our first race of the year at the Chisago Lakes 5K (and kid's race for Sophie, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TVC2C6vQ65I/AAAAAAAAASc/IljdY9p9K00/s1600/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TVC2C6vQ65I/AAAAAAAAASc/IljdY9p9K00/s320/DSC01650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571152900300794770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Monday I ran my first speed workout of the year.  Or tried.  It was snow/sleeting - let's just call it sneeting - and freaking cold.  At one point I screamed "this makes me want to murder someone!"  Public service announcement: do not cross me during winter hard workouts.  Apparently I get violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I ran my first double digit run of the year - a 10 miler as my first long run for Fargo training.  Although the run was much better than Monday's speed work, it was still cold and windy.  The side of my face exposed to the wind for four straight miles was completely numb.  I had trouble forming words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night and Saturday I warmed up with a fun girls' weekend away - so much fun!  I did fit in some exercise (laps in a hotel pool counts, right?).  Tonight was supposed to be speed work again but, wait for it, it was freaking cold and windy.  So I opted for 45 minutes on the bike trainer and 20 minutes of pilates.  Which is sort of like 800 repeats.  Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-546918173431189061?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/546918173431189061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=546918173431189061' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/546918173431189061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/546918173431189061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-firsts.html' title='2011 Firsts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TVC2C6vQ65I/AAAAAAAAASc/IljdY9p9K00/s72-c/DSC01650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-4037703987695136236</id><published>2011-02-04T16:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:37:53.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Press Review and Giveaway</title><content type='html'>A while back I was contacted by &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/"&gt;CafePress&lt;/a&gt; to see if I would like to try something from their site (and of course offer something to my readers).  I was so excited because I have been wanting a SIGG water bottle FOREVER and of course would want a free one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of your who aren't familiar,&lt;br /&gt;"CafePress is the online destination for &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/make/custom-water-bottles"&gt;custom water bottles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/make/custom-hoodies-sweatshirts"&gt;personalized hoodies&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/+funny+t-shirts"&gt;funny t-shirts&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started my water bottle search, I got a little distracted by all the great t-shirts.  But I settled on a white SIGG bottle with swim, bike run on it.  I love it.  I've been using it for kettlebells classes and in the water bottle holder of my bike on my trainer rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now YOU can have a chance to select a gift from CafePress.  Just leave a comment.  I'll draw a winner on Tuesday.  Thanks to Chris from CafePress for being so great to work with, and for the water bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even though I received the SIGG water bottle for free, my opinions are all my own.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-4037703987695136236?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4037703987695136236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=4037703987695136236' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4037703987695136236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4037703987695136236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/02/cafe-press-review-and-giveaway.html' title='Cafe Press Review and Giveaway'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3876783248407306326</id><published>2011-02-02T12:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:02:41.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snatch Queen</title><content type='html'>For those of you who aren't indoctrinated into the wonderful world of kettlebells, the snatch is an integral kettlebell move during which you basically fling the bell up above your head and then back down again.  Don't try this at home, without supervision anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night at kettlebells class I was doing my thing, snatching away, and the instructor said "If you have any problems, just look how Heather is doing it - perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  I am the queen.  Of snatch.  They really should figure out a better name for some of these damn exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I registered for Twin Cities today.  So yep, I'm going for three marathons in 2011 - Fargo, Grandma's and Twin Cities.  At my monthly visit to the chiropractor today I told her of my grand plans for the spring, summer, and fall.  Her response: Do you have some sort of mental problem?  Excellent question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3876783248407306326?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3876783248407306326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3876783248407306326' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3876783248407306326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3876783248407306326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/02/snatch-queen.html' title='Snatch Queen'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2785614457736789290</id><published>2011-01-31T09:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:09:54.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Marathon Training</title><content type='html'>I'm about to make you my bitch.  Hope you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2785614457736789290?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2785614457736789290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2785614457736789290' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2785614457736789290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2785614457736789290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-marathon-training.html' title='Dear Marathon Training'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5338956032958082180</id><published>2011-01-26T21:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:12:07.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Questions</title><content type='html'>One of the things I love about the running/triathlon blog community is all the great advice right at my fingertips.  So I've decided to take advantage of all my expert readers and pick your brains . . . hope you don't mind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #1: Seeing as how I am now the last person in the world to finally get an iPhone, what are your favorite running/triathlon/nutrition apps?  I'm a teensy bit addicted to the new phone and would love to hear what might be more productive than my suduko game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #2: This one's for the triathletes - How do I bit the bullet and sign up for a half ironman?  I really want to.  I know I can do the bike and the run.  The swim scares the crap out of me.  I swam 1+ miles several times last summer, but I am seriously slow in the water.  Can I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #3: How many days of winter are left?  Okay, maybe I already know the answer to that questions.  But seriously.  Perhaps if I keep whining and complaining winter will get over with faster . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your input!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5338956032958082180?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5338956032958082180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5338956032958082180' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5338956032958082180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5338956032958082180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-questions.html' title='Three Questions'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-8650577577168687881</id><published>2011-01-23T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:36:55.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernating</title><content type='html'>Excuse me while I crawl out from the hole I have been hiding out in for the last week . . . It has been ridiculously cold here.  One of those weeks that makes me remember why I hate winter in Minnesota.  I ran last Sunday (when it was a balmy 5 degrees) and then watched the temps steadily drop all week.  Finally I thought today would be warmer (with a predicted high of 10) and planned to run this morning.  And woke up to -22 degree temps.  Lovely.  The only thing that has kept me from rocking back and forth on the floor and crying is swimming and kettlebells.  But I need a run.  Hopefully tomorrow after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, watching the Packers take the NFC Championship and having the Super Bowl to look forward to helps relieve some of the pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-8650577577168687881?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8650577577168687881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=8650577577168687881' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/8650577577168687881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/8650577577168687881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/hibernating.html' title='Hibernating'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-6392764182113866718</id><published>2011-01-12T10:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:51:27.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>Wow, I am a terrible blogger. 2011 is starting off to be a crazy busy year. So here's a little catch-up, bullet style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am gradually ramping up my miles and getting back into my "regular" workout routine.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The office is ridiculously busy.  Thank goodness.  Should be able to feed the kidlet this month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My little brother is moving to Colorado.  Anyone have any race suggestions for near Denver?  May need to plan a well-timed trip to visit him in his new home . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I registered for Grandma's Marathon yesterday.  So Fargo on May 21st and Grandma's on June 18th - guess I better get running!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am looking forward to catching up with your blogs.  Oh, and come back tomorrow (or Friday), because I'm having a little giveaway. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-6392764182113866718?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6392764182113866718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=6392764182113866718' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6392764182113866718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6392764182113866718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2806741950563313075</id><published>2011-01-02T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:04:30.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Goals</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!  I had a great New Years' Eve ushering in the new year with some fun friends, and then spent a relaxing first day of the new year with my family.  Today I managed to get the Christmas decorations down and the house all put back together, so I feel like I am starting the year with a clean house, and clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running goals for 2011:&lt;br /&gt;1) Run a sub-4:30 marathon.  My PR is 4:31:ish, so this should be doable.&lt;br /&gt;2) Run a sub-2:00 half-marathon.  My PR is 2:02:08, so again, doable.&lt;br /&gt;3) Run at least 75 miles every month.  I thought about setting this at 100, but my miles have been low the last few months and I didn't want to set myself up for failure right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triathlon goals for 2011:&lt;br /&gt;1) Do at least three triathlons this summer (hopefully at least one Olympic distance).&lt;br /&gt;2) Swim twice per week starting this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been ramping up my training, trying to get a good base for the start of Fargo training at the end of the month.  This week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Pilates&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 1 hour kettlebells class&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 4.5 mile run (hills)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 3 mile run (easy)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: rest&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 3 miles (1st run of 2011!)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 3 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on running at least 6 miles today, but it was below zero out and my face was just frozen.  Gotta love January in Minnesota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2806741950563313075?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2806741950563313075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2806741950563313075' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2806741950563313075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2806741950563313075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-goals.html' title='2011 Goals'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-7468770614093863121</id><published>2010-12-30T09:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:33:38.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geared Up</title><content type='html'>I had this brilliant idea to take a picture of all my awesome running-biking-swimming related Christmas gifts piled in front of tree and do a great post about how spoiled I am.  But on Christmas Eve the memory card in my camara crapped out so I didn't really have a camara.  And since Christmas my external hard drive (where I back up all my pictures) seems to have fried itself.  And Sophie took off with my zip drives (where I store pictures) and stashed them in one of her hiding places, yet to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you'll have to settle for my much less interesting recitation of all my awesome gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running partner got me an awesome legit bike helmet that matches my new road bike.  I am so excited to get my bike out on the road.  Hell, I might even wear the new helmet while I ride my bike on the trainer.  Just because it looks so cool.  My old helmet was a purple monstrosity from Target that cost $8, was too big, and had my sticker from the Chisago Lakes tri permanently stuck to the side.  I can't wait to throw that thing in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running partner also bought my some CEP compression socks - bright pink.  I have been wanting compression socks forever, so I was super happy about these.  Now I just have to start doing some double digit runs so I feel like I deserve them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby bought me a new pair of Brooks Adrenaline, about 800 pairs of Under Armour running socks, and a whole stocking full of Gu.  You know you are a runner when you get all whipped up about a Christmas stocking full of slimy, questionably flavored, quasi-food products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother bought me the Triathletes Training Bible.  Before you go thinking he is so perceptive for knowing I would want such a thing, let me clear that up - I e-mailed him my Borders 50% off coupon and told him to go buy it.  But still, I'm looking forward to reading up and hopefully seeing some improvements in my triathlons in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day after Christmas, with my Christmas money from my grandparents, I bought two new Nike winter running tops on the cheap at Sports Authority.  I love them because they are a little longer and keep my tummy warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all set and ready to run for another year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-7468770614093863121?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7468770614093863121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=7468770614093863121' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7468770614093863121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7468770614093863121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/geared-up.html' title='Geared Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2777444668008209421</id><published>2010-12-28T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:18:19.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Review</title><content type='html'>Now that I've made it through the Christmas holiday intact, it's time to wind down 2010 and get ready for a new year.  The end of 2010 - opening my own law office - has been front and center, so it's nice to look back at the goals I set at the beginning of the year and see my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Run at least one race every month&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yep.  Some of them weren't very pretty, but I did do something every single month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Run a sub-2:00 half marathon.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fail.  Came closer, but still about two minutes shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Run at least one marathon.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yep.  I actually completed two marathon training cycles, had a DNF at the Madison Marathon in May, and then finished Twin Cities in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;350 minutes of exercise a week.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I did really well with this until the stress-fest that was November and the holiday madness of December.  I have had a couple of months this summer during which I did some sort of workout every single day.  I am working back to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Spend less money.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I would say I've done this.  May husband would say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Read at least 50 books.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I've finished 56, almost done with #57 - finishing up the year with a running book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Again to Carthage&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by John L. Parker, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best 2010 accomplishment wasn't even on my mind when I set my goals last January - triathlon.  But this year I trained for and completed three triathlons.  Some triathlon-related goals will definitely be making their way onto the 2011 goal list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt a little bit down about my athletic side the last couple of months - all the stress of finishing up at my last job and starting the new office sort of took over.  But reviewing my goals and recalling some proud running (and swimming and biking) moments from the year have helped me put it into perspective a little bit.  I am very excited about turning the fresh page on a new training calendar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2777444668008209421?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2777444668008209421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2777444668008209421' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2777444668008209421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2777444668008209421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-review.html' title='2010 Review'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3092800808172936438</id><published>2010-12-21T10:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:45:49.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdressed</title><content type='html'>I am in full on winter running mode - which means I never check the temperature, I just throw on my two layers of pants and three layers of tops and head out the door.  Imagine my surprise when, at dark o'thirty this morning, I left the house to a balmy 20 degrees.  It has been so cold this month that that 20 degrees felt like 60.  Which made for one HOT three mile run.  Of course, I was working extra hard to run through five inches of fresh snow, so that heated me right on up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this "warm" weather could stick around, I may actually be able to handle winter without rocking back and forth on the floor crying like a crazy person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3092800808172936438?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3092800808172936438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3092800808172936438' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3092800808172936438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3092800808172936438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/overdressed.html' title='Overdressed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3449913476246156734</id><published>2010-12-16T15:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:21:01.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rules of Racing</title><content type='html'>As I'm putting together my 2011 race calendar, I'm developing some rules of racing.  My new #1 rule: Do Not Pay $70 (or more) for a half marathon.  I had seen some information for an indoor trail half marathon in New Richmond, Wisconsin in February and thought it would be a good way to get an early test race in for marathon training.  I went on the website to register and it was $70.  The Monster Half Marathon I ran in October was $70+ as well.  Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are spoiled here in Minnesota, but there a lot of good half marathons that are not that expensive. The Earth Day 1/2 in April in St. Cloud has early registration now for $35.  And you get a nice medal, super nice shirt, and it is an awesome race.  One of my beloved half-marathons, the Madison Mini-Marathon is $50ish and again, you get a nice medal, super nice shirt, awesome course, great race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no, I will not be paying $70 for a half marathon.  Sorry.  For $10 more I can register for the Fargo full tomorrow, and for $15 more I can register for Grandma's full.  More mileage for your buck . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, I just knocked out some more office floor sit ups and push ups (see yesterday's post).  Do I sense the beginning of some sort of streak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3449913476246156734?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3449913476246156734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3449913476246156734' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3449913476246156734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3449913476246156734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-rules-of-racing.html' title='New Rules of Racing'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-6609886368624726018</id><published>2010-12-15T14:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:34:46.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Being My Own Boss: Reason #852</title><content type='html'>It's after 2:00.  My lunch (and, I admit it, a few Christmas cookies) have put me into a semi-comatose state.  No problem.  I'll just get down on the floor and do some sit ups and push ups.  I'm feeling much more awake, and yep, I think my abs are flatter already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to figure out a way to fit my bike &amp; trainer somewhere in the office . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-6609886368624726018?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6609886368624726018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=6609886368624726018' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6609886368624726018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6609886368624726018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-i-love-being-my-own-boss-reason-852.html' title='Why I Love Being My Own Boss: Reason #852'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1934278099384551734</id><published>2010-12-14T13:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:25:50.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bests and Worsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onelittletrigirl.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;, for her Monday Brain Exchange, posted about her best and worst races of 2010.  I have been thinking a lot about my WORST races, because my string of 5k failures of the last couple months have probably been my worst.  So it is nice to remember the BEST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two - the Chisago Lakes Sprint Tri and Twin Cities Marathon.  The tri was great because I had been so sure that I would never learn to swim and never do a triathlon, and I did it.  I had a smile on my face the whole race.  Twin Cities was another race where I just smiled just about the whole time.  Even though it wasn't a PR race, I ran strong and had a good race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started thinking about my worst races, I at first didn't even think about my DNF at the Madison Marathon in May (where I dropped out at mile 11).  It only occurred to me as I was writing this post that maybe that should be my worst race.  But I don't think so.  While that was definitely not a happy experience, going through it helped change my attitude about running and racing in a good way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the topic Jill!  It was fun to think back on some great races.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1934278099384551734?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1934278099384551734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1934278099384551734' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1934278099384551734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1934278099384551734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/besta-and-worsta.html' title='Bests and Worsts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2894805376639463350</id><published>2010-12-08T21:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:50:33.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that sound?</title><content type='html'>Oh, it's just my quads.  Screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I took a little break from kettlebells?  (Okay, I took a little break from all things sweat-worthy.)  But kettlebells.  Yeah, I hadn't gone since October.  I decided last night should mark my glorious return to the kettlebells gym.  I missed it, I wanted to be someplace warm (and the kettlebell gym is STEAMY), and oh yeah, I stepped on the scale Monday.  Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started out class with a warm up of eight billion walking lunges.  While carrying a kettlebell.  And while my shoulders and upper back and arms and ass are all sore from the variety of tortures that followed, it is those damn walking lunges I am feeling today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.  I was able to drown out the sound of the screaming and get in a little run after work today.  Which means, wait for it, runs three days in a row.  Is it safe to say I'm back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2894805376639463350?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2894805376639463350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2894805376639463350' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2894805376639463350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2894805376639463350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-that-sound.html' title='What&apos;s that sound?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5749483522971967044</id><published>2010-12-05T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:26:19.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Reindeer Run 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TPxU_2eaGHI/AAAAAAAAASM/ahqh68Q6HZI/s1600/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TPxU_2eaGHI/AAAAAAAAASM/ahqh68Q6HZI/s320/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547402296945154162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a string of race-fails lately - the ice out for the Como Park Turkey 5K, and then too cold weather Thanksgiving morning to take Sophie out to my planned 10K - so my running partner signed us up for the Reindeer Run 5K yesterday.  He also signed Sophie up for the kid's race.  So even though a snowstorm dumped a few inches on the twin cities Friday night and early Saturday morning, we were still determined to get down to Lake Harriet for the race.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down, I called my mom and told her we were still running so she could meet us at the lake to watch Sophie during the 5K.  When she called back to say she was stuck in her driveway and was trying to shovel out to get there in time, we probably should have taken it as a sign and turned around.  But we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Lake Harriet to find a bazillion cars snaking through the still mostly un-plowed streets trying to find parking.  Finally found a spot - too late for the kid's race.  My mom called - she was on the other side of the lake.  Decided she would stay where she was and wait for the race to pass her.  Which met the first two miles of the race with Sophie.  Ever run a 5K with a three year old on your shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two miles with Sophie on my shoulders (crying first because she wanted to go home, and then because she had to pee) later, I saw my mom.  We then detoured off the race course to deposit Sophie in my mom's car so they could go find a bathroom.  And I ran the last mile in.  I couldn't find the finish line, so never saw the clock.  I think it took close to an hour by the time all was said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one last big race fail to finish out 2010.  Oh well.  I'll take it as a positive omen that 2011 is going to be outstanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5749483522971967044?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5749483522971967044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5749483522971967044' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5749483522971967044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5749483522971967044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/race-report-reindeer-run-5k.html' title='Race Report - Reindeer Run 5K'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TPxU_2eaGHI/AAAAAAAAASM/ahqh68Q6HZI/s72-c/DSC01425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-753392762624432943</id><published>2010-11-30T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:06:37.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Wars</title><content type='html'>I am in a fierce battle with a pair of baggy green moose pants and the race t-shirt from the 2009 Lindstrom Loppet 5K.  My favorite pair of PJ's are out to get me.  After work, they call to me, and as soon as I get out of my work clothes they are begging me to put them on.  In the morning, their call is even worse - together with my comfy bed and super soft pillow those bastards have been triple-teaming me every day for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, I arise the victor.  I let them think they won again - when I came home from work, I shed my dress clothes and put them on.  But, later while my hubby was giving Sophie a bath, I saw a chance to finally win a battle.  I ditched the PJ's on the dryer and threw on a pair of shorts and t-shirt.  And did Jillian's 30 day shred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope those PJ's learned their lesson, because tomorrow morning I'm taking them on again (together with their pals, bed and pillow) and prying myself out of bed at 4:45 to get to the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-753392762624432943?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/753392762624432943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=753392762624432943' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/753392762624432943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/753392762624432943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/pajama-wars.html' title='Pajama Wars'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5322467388991192821</id><published>2010-11-28T18:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:52:12.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentions</title><content type='html'>With two days left in November, I think it's safe to say that this month will be my lowest running mileage month for 2010.  Also probably my least amount of hours of training (of any sort) for the year.  With opening the new office (tomorrow!), all of my energy has been directed to work stuff.  So on the workOUT stuff, let's just call November a wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So December . . . time to get back at it.  I need to get a nice little base going because marathon training starts mid-January.  Starting this week, I am shooting for running 20 miles per week.  Considering I ran 3 miles last week and 6 miles the week before, this will be a good increase.  Yikes.  I also need to get my swim back on.  I've missed the past three weeks.  So I need to swim at least Wednesday mornings.  Friday mornings too if I feel motivated.  I also need to haul my bike in the house and get it on the trainer.  And do some strength training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get off my butt and get sweating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5322467388991192821?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5322467388991192821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5322467388991192821' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5322467388991192821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5322467388991192821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/intentions.html' title='Intentions'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-8239388725773866954</id><published>2010-11-21T17:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:13:26.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Out</title><content type='html'>Sophie and I were planning on running a Turkey Trot 5K this morning, along with my running partner Jim, at Como Park.  Unfortunately a little bit of an ice storm hit the twin cities and the roads were pretty slick.  I didn't want to risk driving, especially with the kidlet, so we were a DNS for the race.  First time I have missed this race in 6 years!  I am hoping to run a 10K Thanksgiving morning, so I'll still get some race action this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it is t-minus 7 days until the opening of my new law firm!  I did LOTS of furniture shopping this weekend, stocked up on office supplies, and got paint samples.  Aside from finishing out my last few days at my current office, this week will be full of work on the new office.  I am so excited.  And poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had great weekends . . . I'm off to catch up on your running adventures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-8239388725773866954?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8239388725773866954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=8239388725773866954' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/8239388725773866954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/8239388725773866954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/ice-out.html' title='Ice Out'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5942084018935857391</id><published>2010-11-15T21:19:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:40:30.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time</title><content type='html'>Some of you who have been reading for a while (and who surely recall each and every of my super exciting races and events) may recall that way back last year I decided to do a little deal called the Mora Classic.  Mora being a town about 20 miles west of here.  The Classic being four events held throughout the year - a canoe race, a half marathon, a bike race, and a cross country ski race.  Do all four in one year and you get a special medal.  An athletic challenge plus another medal to add to my collection?  Yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I completed all of the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH6LW6ITwI/AAAAAAAAARk/nZqjF7IHveI/s1600/Picture%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH6LW6ITwI/AAAAAAAAARk/nZqjF7IHveI/s320/Picture%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539984089677319938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2009 - 15 mile canoe race &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH6s8xx72I/AAAAAAAAARs/zU5q3MbHDvo/s1600/Picture%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH6s8xx72I/AAAAAAAAARs/zU5q3MbHDvo/s320/Picture%2B027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539984666778529634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2009 - 1/2 marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH7E0FitYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ST8iXdPDRQw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH7E0FitYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ST8iXdPDRQw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539985076762359170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2009 - 50 mile bike tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH7sOZnk1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/LVoWWju7u0o/s1600/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH7sOZnk1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/LVoWWju7u0o/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539985753840784210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2010 - 35k cross country ski race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing all the events, I waited patiently to receive my fabulous classic medal in the mail.  And waited.  And waited.  And waited.  It never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my running partner sent me a text today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH8WG8v-0I/AAAAAAAAASE/AJSCKvmz9Ns/s1600/DSC01374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH8WG8v-0I/AAAAAAAAASE/AJSCKvmz9Ns/s320/DSC01374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539986473395157826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  He tracked down my medal.  By means that may resort to the filing of a harassment restraining order.  But let's focus on what's important - I finally, finally have my little medal, which I can promptly hang around my closet doorknob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5942084018935857391?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5942084018935857391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5942084018935857391' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5942084018935857391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5942084018935857391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TOH6LW6ITwI/AAAAAAAAARk/nZqjF7IHveI/s72-c/Picture%2B009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1407158401258370200</id><published>2010-11-12T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:24:44.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap Crackle Pop</title><content type='html'>You know what may be a sign that you need to do more yoga?  Having to turn up the TV multiple times during the 30 minutes of The Firm Power Yoga just so you can hear the soothing instructions over the giant bowl of Rice Krispies cackling away on the counter.  Oh wait, no cereal, just my bones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's been a while.  After a few days of inactivity (still struggling to get back into my routine!), after I put Sophie to bed tonight I knew I needed to do something.  I'm in single parenting season (what others may refer to as hunting season), so I was confined to the house.  And I ate a late supper, so I didn't want to bounce around too much.  Yoga seemed like the perfect choice.  And it was.  Aside from hearing every single bone and joint in my body creak and groan, it was great to stretch and yet still get a little bit of "strength" work in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1407158401258370200?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1407158401258370200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1407158401258370200' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1407158401258370200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1407158401258370200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/snap-crackle-pop.html' title='Snap Crackle Pop'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3541341672096924771</id><published>2010-11-07T16:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:30:09.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out of the Funk</title><content type='html'>In case you need solid evidence of the funk I've been in, behold my weekly recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: nada&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: ice cream on the couch while watching Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 700 m. swim (a glimpse of hope!)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: resting up from that swim, apparently&lt;br /&gt;Friday: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 6 miles&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 4 miles, 25 min. strength work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the funk actually started clearing on Thursday.  I had a couple of aha moments.  One may or may not have involved stepping on the scale.  Yikes.  The other was that little nagging voice in the back of my mind trying to remind me that running and working out always makes me feel better.  I've never felt more stressed or upset AFTER a run - it always helps.  So Thursday night I sat down and made plan for the rest of the month (Friday was an intentional rest day because I had some other stuff going on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My runs yesterday and today, while slow, felt good. I was happy to be outside (admidst the steady sound of gun shots - hello hunting opener) and happy to be moving.  I'm planning on jumping back into morning running this week - hopefully daylight savings time will help.  You'd think after running for nearly 10 years, it would be a no brainer to run through stress and life drama.  And yet the cheesecake and the ice cream still have their pull . . . I'm a work in progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3541341672096924771?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3541341672096924771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3541341672096924771' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3541341672096924771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3541341672096924771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/coming-out-of-funk.html' title='Coming Out of the Funk'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-8941609191820257428</id><published>2010-11-02T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:16:28.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TNCoxxQLpgI/AAAAAAAAARc/IR4vWwZgJLE/s1600/DSC01338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TNCoxxQLpgI/AAAAAAAAARc/IR4vWwZgJLE/s320/DSC01338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535109515026605570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun running the Monster Half Marathon in Minneapolis on Saturday.  I finished in 2:09:something - not my best time, but I am happy with the race.  I was bummed to miss my planned afternoon 5k.  We had to catch a shuttle bus from the half finish back to the start where we were parked and had to wait in line for over an hour for the bus - could not make it back to Anoka in time for the 5k.  No double header for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posting and commenting may be a bit sporadic for a while.  While I hate to wish away time, I would like to push fast foward on the month of November.  What is usually a rough month with my hubby's work schedule is quadrupled by my trying to set up my new office and finish at the old.  I am feeling a bit overwhelmed.  Hopefully as things get settled in the next few weeks I will be back to normal workouts and normal blogging. Happy training!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-8941609191820257428?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8941609191820257428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=8941609191820257428' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/8941609191820257428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/8941609191820257428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/quick-catch-up.html' title='Quick Catch Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TNCoxxQLpgI/AAAAAAAAARc/IR4vWwZgJLE/s72-c/DSC01338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1622238576974546562</id><published>2010-10-27T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:39:50.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitchy</title><content type='html'>My goals for October were pretty low key - recover and have fun. And while I have enjoyed not having to run any specific distance or workout, I find myself struggling to stay in the moment.  I keep looking ahead, to my next marathon, to the next triathlon season . . . This week's obsession has been marathon training plans.  Note to self: the next marathon training cycle doesn't start until February, calm the hell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to remind myself that I have lots of good things happening right now that I can focus on. Like Saturday's double header - the Monster Dash Half Marathon at 8:30 and the Anoka Gray Ghost 5K at 12:50.  That will be fun and challenging.  And shouldn't be glossed over by me trying to figure out how I'll do speedwork in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you keep it in the here and now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1622238576974546562?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1622238576974546562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1622238576974546562' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1622238576974546562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1622238576974546562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/twitchy.html' title='Twitchy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-281838287943050516</id><published>2010-10-25T20:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:13:33.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least It's Not Snowing . . .</title><content type='html'>Every beautiful day we have had this month (and we have had A LOT of them), I have thought, "oh, is this the last one?" I have been loving the weather but live in the constant impending doom of another Minnesota winter (overly dramatic? no, never). This morning when the alarm went off for my early morning run, I opened one eye and glanced at the window.  Dark.  And is that rain I hear? I pulled the down comforter, recently rescued from its summer home in the bottom of the cedar chest, over my head and went back to sleep.  I did manage to run after work - in the wind and rain - so it wasn't a total loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow . . . the weekly training recap from last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 3 miles easy (am), 4 miles hills (pm)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 3 miles easy (am), 1 hour kettlebells (pm)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 800 m. swim (am)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: rest day&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 2 mile walk&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 5 mile race&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Jillian's No More Trouble Zones DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came down with a nasty cold/sore throat/crap on Wednesday that kind of killed the week.  It is still lingering . . . maybe something to do with the stress of spending my workdays with a boss who refuses to talk to me since I put my notice in two weeks ago?  Yeck.  Thank goodness for sweat therapy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-281838287943050516?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/281838287943050516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=281838287943050516' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/281838287943050516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/281838287943050516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-least-its-not-snowing.html' title='At Least It&apos;s Not Snowing . . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3000606322792262881</id><published>2010-10-23T18:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:30:06.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Run for the Apples 5 Miler</title><content type='html'>This morning I ran the Run for the Apples 5 miler in White Bear Lake. My running partner Jim and I have run this race almost every year for the last five (or 6?) years. It is on the hilly trails through an apple orchard - most of the course is either dirt or grass. Some soft sand, and a small section about halfway through on pavement. My mom and Sophie came along to cheer us on (and enjoy the apple treats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531383526878616434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TMNsAtwMG3I/AAAAAAAAARE/OQxKcuAtfXc/s320/DSC01310.JPG" /&gt;The start of this race is always very crowded, as lots and lots of runners attempt to all get onto a narrow dirt road at the start. But I wasn't worried about time today and just went with the flow, passing people when I could. I also wanted to conserve energy for the BAH (Big Ass Hill) just after the first mile marker. Seriously, that thing kills me every time. So I did my thing, gasping for breath when the massive hills started kicking my butt. I took a couple of walk breaks when I felt like I needed to get my heart rate down a little. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At one point I stripped off my long sleeve shirt, and ended up taking my bondi band off with it. Although I hate to lose my favorite ("Run" with a heart), there was no way I could go back to get it. Too many people. A few seconds later, I felt a tap - a lady had grabbed my headband and gave it back to me. Thanks lady in the lime green!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After what seemed like more hills than last year, we were finally within a mile to the finish time. I kept pushing and flew as fast as I could down the final downhill. I ran through the finish, spotting Sophie and my mom just before I crossed the line. I forgot to stop my watch, and didn't even look at the clock - so I had no clue what time I finished in. I just checked the race results and my time was 47:44. Quite a bit slower than my 43:17 course PR from 2008, but that's okay. I had a great time, and it was a perfect morning for a run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we finished buying apple treats, kids were lining up for a half mile kids race. Sophie insisted on joining in. I ran with her and we did a loop on the trails that included a big uphill and the nice downhill to the 5 miler finish line. She made it the whole way! As we got closer to the finish, I kept telling her to run to the finish line. She was running her little legs off and pumping her arms in the air - it was so freaking cute. She got to cross the big finish line, and got an apple and a medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TMNvImOB3VI/AAAAAAAAARM/UxXV2a--W2Q/s1600/DSC01318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531386960830127442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TMNvImOB3VI/AAAAAAAAARM/UxXV2a--W2Q/s320/DSC01318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing for the race ended up being perfect.  As soon the race finished, a cold front came through and the temps dropped.  It has been raining off and on since, and right now it is pouring rain and thundering.  Perfect weather for two racing girls to cuddle up and recover (while watching Curious George, of course).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3000606322792262881?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3000606322792262881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3000606322792262881' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3000606322792262881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3000606322792262881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/race-report-run-for-apples-5-miler.html' title='Race Report - Run for the Apples 5 Miler'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TMNsAtwMG3I/AAAAAAAAARE/OQxKcuAtfXc/s72-c/DSC01310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-245667005584216884</id><published>2010-10-17T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:40:35.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaking Things Up</title><content type='html'>First, I am so looking forward to reading how all the Long Beach and Grand Rapids runners did today . . . love the race reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, a weekly training recap.  I've sort of fallen off posting these, but want to get back on track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 5 miles hills&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 1 hour kettlebells&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 1000 m. swim&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 2 mile walk&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 12 mile bike&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: dancing??? That counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: rest (maybe some yoga later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my run back on! It has been a rough week, getting to the title of this post - I put in my notice at work on Wednesday.  My last day will be the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.  I will be working on opening my own law firm.  It made for a stressful week, but I am excited and looking forward to what the future holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-245667005584216884?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/245667005584216884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=245667005584216884' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/245667005584216884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/245667005584216884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/shaking-things-up.html' title='Shaking Things Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1433792872670053830</id><published>2010-10-11T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:41:47.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards Forwards</title><content type='html'>Looking back . . . a couple more things on the marathon before it becomes ancient history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You might not be able to tell in the pictures I posted, but I wore my lightening socks for the race.  Knee high, black and white stripes, with hot pink lightening bolts.  Totally hot.  I actually got tons of comments during the race, which helped propel me forward.  Even after the race at Chipotle someone commented that they saw me on the course and remembered my socks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The marathon results website shows how many people you passed in the last 6.2 miles (and how many people passed you).  I passed 264 people, and 104 people passed me.  Not too shabby.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Triathlons make for good marathon training.  It wasn't a real secret that I sacrificed my long runs to the tri god over the summer.  From June 1st until the marathon, I did 7 runs over 10 miles - 2 10 milers, an 11 miler, a 12 miler, a 16 miler, and a 20 miler.  Plus one half marathon.  About half of what I've done my last two marathon training cycles.  I also sacrificed my speed work for after-work open water swims most of the summer.  And although I wasn't in PR shape for the marathon, I felt strong throughout the race.  No regrets about my summer training.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And looking forward:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;October is about recovery and fun.  I nailed the recovery last week - a couple of walks, one swim, and a 15 mile bike.  Plus some yoga here and there.  Now for the fun - I have three more races this month, including a Halloween double header on the 30th - the Monster Half Marathon in the morning and then the Anoka 5K in the afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;November, December, and the worst months of the Season-Which-Shall-Not-Be-Named will be about base building for my next marathon . . . Fargo 2011!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a continuing offering up to the afore-mentioned tri god, my cross training goal for the Season-Which-Shall-Not-Be-Named is to improve my swim.   I thought hard about shooting for a half-ironman next year, but I seriously need to get my act together in the water before I do that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed my first post-marathon run this afternoon - perfect weather, my legs felt great - yep, still love to run!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1433792872670053830?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1433792872670053830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1433792872670053830' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1433792872670053830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1433792872670053830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/backwards-forwards.html' title='Backwards Forwards'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-610451177394093122</id><published>2010-10-05T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:25:27.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKvcmPhqUDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9q3MU-8m370/s1600/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKvcmPhqUDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9q3MU-8m370/s320/DSC01250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524751917460901938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie turned three today!  I can't believe how fast the last three years have gone.  In honor of her third birthday, here's three reasons why I think this girl is destined to become an athlete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She has three kinds of shoes: fancy shoes, cowboy boots and running shoes.  Call the running shoe "tennis shoes" and the girl will bring all her toddler wrath down on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tonight she hopped up on one of her step stools and started stretching to touch her toes.  Her grandma asked her what she was doing.  In her best three-going-on-thirteen voice, she said, "I'm stretching because my legs are sore."  Why? "From my race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When I told her we would be staying in a hotel this weekend and we could go swimming, she said, "Good.  I need to practice for my triathlon."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE this kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-610451177394093122?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/610451177394093122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=610451177394093122' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/610451177394093122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/610451177394093122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKvcmPhqUDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9q3MU-8m370/s72-c/DSC01250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2443295128166643803</id><published>2010-10-03T21:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:52:57.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Twin Cities Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKk9k1oqC6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/rCe7zvh6OF8/s1600/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKk9k1oqC6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/rCe7zvh6OF8/s320/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524014121028815778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My #1 fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my mom dropped me off at the Metrodome in downtown Minneapolis a little over an hour before the start of the marathon.  It was a brisk morning - 39 degrees - and I was actually worried I might be chilly in the race.  I went inside the dome to use the restroom and to stay warm while waiting for the start.  Right away I ran into &lt;a href="http://minnesotamilage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; and it was great to wait out the start of the race with a familiar face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, we headed outside to drop off our sweat bags and line up in the corral.  As we packed in like sardines with 11,000 of our closest running friends, I quickly realized I would not have a problem feeling cold during the race.  I warmed up fast!  National anthem, first corral start, and then we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post, I said that one of my main goals was to enjoy the race.  I really fulfilled this goal, especially the first 10 or so miles.  There were so many spectators out on the course, the weather was beautiful, all the people running around me were in high spirits - it was easy to get carried along with all the excitement.  I kept ticking off the lakes as we passed them, and the first part of the race felt like it went very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 11ish through 16 were the most difficult of the race for me.  For a couple mile stretch in there things seemed to quiet down a little.  Less spectators, runners working hard meant less chatting and cheering, and the scenery wasn't as exciting.  I had expected to see my brother and Sophie near the halfway point, but they didn't make it in time.  I missed out on the nice boost seeing them would have brought.  About mile 13, my legs started cramping up.  I stopped to stretch a couple of times, but it didn't really help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mile 16, my running partner Jim was on the side with his wife.  He jumped in and ran to nearly the finish with me.  This was a HUGE help.  He also had my handheld filled with kona kola nuun, which was a welcome change from the powerade and water on the course.  Running with Jim gave me and new strength and I kept going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg cramping never went away, but I just kept ticking off the miles.  Once we were at the 22 mile mark and onto Summit Ave., I was in my home stretch!  I just kept my eyes peeled for the St. Paul Cathedral (soooo close to the finish).  Just before the cathedral, Jim's wife was on the sidelines again, and she said Sophie was waiting for me at the finish.  This, along with the nice downhill past the cathedral and into mile 26, was the push I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKlAZiWOmCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OJVMX8gtTpA/s1600/Picture+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKlAZiWOmCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OJVMX8gtTpA/s320/Picture+237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524017225407567906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran down the hill strong, saw Sophie and my mom and brother cheering for me, and kicked it to the finish.  Final time - 4:44:54.  My second fastest marathon time, and a course PR for me by about 11 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this wasn't a marathon PR for me, I still feel that this was the strongest I have ever run a marathon.  I have never experienced leg cramping like I did today, and yet I totally ran through it, just stopping at the water stops.  In the past I would have walked MUCH more - in fact, in prior marathons, I have walked more for less painful problems.  I am very proud of how I ran the race, and just had an awesome day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKlBNWFoDAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Rj3kzuA-1w0/s1600/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKlBNWFoDAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Rj3kzuA-1w0/s320/DSC01215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524018115469904898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your supportive comments and good vibes - I thought of you many times out on the course today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2443295128166643803?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2443295128166643803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2443295128166643803' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2443295128166643803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2443295128166643803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/race-report-twin-cities-marathon.html' title='Race Report - Twin Cities Marathon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TKk9k1oqC6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/rCe7zvh6OF8/s72-c/DSC01190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3311188688618189789</id><published>2010-10-01T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:32:18.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Run</title><content type='html'>I've got my packet, I've picked out my race outfit (almost) and I'm ready to go!  I am really looking forward to this race.  When I was in St. Paul today to pick up my packet, I drove down the last few miles of the course and I could just picture myself running stong down the route on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for Twin Cities are simple:&lt;br /&gt;1) Enjoy the race. Don't take any moment (of pain or of joy) for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Finish, with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time goal.  I really want to focus on just running strong and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya in a couple of days and 26.2 miles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3311188688618189789?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3311188688618189789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3311188688618189789' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3311188688618189789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3311188688618189789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/ready-to-run.html' title='Ready to Run'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5002940531859914158</id><published>2010-09-29T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T14:18:46.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me, I'm Tapering</title><content type='html'>Wednesday is traffic court date in my world.  Not because I get so many tickets that I have to go to traffic court every week, but because I prosecute for some of our local cities and it's my job.  Before afternoon court, all the prosecutees line up and wait to talk so we can try to resolve their cases.  Anyhow, today I was dealing with one defendant and the next person in line kept hovering.  As in two inches from my face.  I snapped at him, "Could you back up and wait your turn?"  His response?  "Why do you have to be so mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I had three possible responses:&lt;br /&gt;1) "Why do you have be so stupid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "I don't mean to be mean, but I'm running a marathon on Sunday, which means I've basically been doing jack-shit nothing for exercise for a week or so and I'm all twitchy and about to lose my mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose silence.  Probably the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other behavioral lapses I'm blaming on tapering: giving my ice pack more loving than I've been giving my husband, and eating everything in sight.  What?  I have to feed my tape(r) worm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5002940531859914158?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5002940531859914158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5002940531859914158' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5002940531859914158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5002940531859914158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/09/excuse-me-im-tapering.html' title='Excuse Me, I&apos;m Tapering'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-7148887717313027108</id><published>2010-09-26T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:07:51.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Fall Workout</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I wanted to get out for a bike ride and a run.  I managed to get a two-for-one!  I picked up Jim and we took our bikes up to Hinckley to the bike trail.  I hadn't ridden my new road bike since my last tri (been out on my hybrid many times with Sophie in the baby seat, though), and I was eager to take it out for a spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJ_7HuN8TmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5okHLEeJlrM/s1600/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJ_7HuN8TmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5okHLEeJlrM/s320/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521407778263682658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode 10 miles on the bike trail to the Audubon Center.  There, we ditched the bikes for a little trail running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJ_7yGm0tgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6InT0NWNQXI/s1600/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJ_7yGm0tgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6InT0NWNQXI/s320/DSC01185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521408506364999170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back on the bike for 10 miles back to the trail head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like the poster child for exercise-induced endorphins.  I was all "the leaves are so beautiful," "the weather is so perfect," "that dead skunk smells so fresh."  I'm sure Jim was ready to toss me into the completely gorgeous, crystal clear lake by which we were running.  Although, it would have been nice to get in a swim . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-7148887717313027108?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7148887717313027108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=7148887717313027108' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7148887717313027108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7148887717313027108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfect-fall-workout.html' title='Perfect Fall Workout'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJ_7HuN8TmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5okHLEeJlrM/s72-c/DSC01189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3708520731031675687</id><published>2010-09-24T17:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:57:03.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Thought I Could</title><content type='html'>When I was in high school, I could barely run a mile.  I never thought one mile would seem short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started running regularly for exercise, I thought races were for fast people. I never thought I would run one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started running races, I thought 10K was nearly impossible.  I said, "I'll never run a marathon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I trained for my first marathon, I thought one would be enough.  I never thought I would want to do another one (or four).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard about people doing triathlons, I thought it would be fun.  But I never thought I could learn to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run farther and faster, and swam farther, and biked farther, than I ever thought I could.  What are YOU doing that you once thought was impossible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3708520731031675687?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3708520731031675687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3708520731031675687' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3708520731031675687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3708520731031675687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-thought-i-could.html' title='Never Thought I Could'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-7058555908598169707</id><published>2010-09-19T19:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:33:19.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be Go Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJaqA8aW8qI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cThWvozI-p8/s1600/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJaqA8aW8qI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cThWvozI-p8/s320/DSC01176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518785326582526626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost out of Gu . . . must be time to run a marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your advice about my last big long run this weekend.  I listened!  I scrapped the 50 mile bike ride yesterday (trading it instead for an 8 mile ride into town with Sophie on the bike) and ran 20 this morning.  And I am so glad I did. It was a great run, and a nice confidence builder for the marathon.  I am very grateful to my awesome running partner Jim for running the 20 with me (even though he is not running a fall marathon) and to his wife for watching Sophie so we could run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the run, Sophie and I headed to my mom's for apple day.  You know what makes for great post-run recovery?  Warm apple crisp and vanilla ice cream. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJarieyKJ_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/exsRepeSmfg/s1600/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJarieyKJ_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/exsRepeSmfg/s320/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518787002256467954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-7058555908598169707?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7058555908598169707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=7058555908598169707' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7058555908598169707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7058555908598169707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/09/must-be-go-time.html' title='Must be Go Time'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TJaqA8aW8qI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cThWvozI-p8/s72-c/DSC01176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1855056679765131377</id><published>2010-09-13T12:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:52:05.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taper? From What?</title><content type='html'>As I was flipping through my calendar this morning trying to figure out what's going on (typical Monday morning) I realized the Twin Cities marathon is only 20 days away.  Less than 3 weeks.  In my last two rounds of marathon training, my last three weekend long runs have been 15, 13, and 10.  You know what I did this past weekend?  Hint: it wasn't running 15 miles.  In fact, I was at a friend's cabin, forgot my sports bras, and ended up walking two miles.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really is in keeping with this entire marathon training cycle.  I started out strong, but quickly scrapped the program.  My summer training has been more of "gee I think I'll do a triathlon this weekend" than "must get in the long run."  And it has made me really, really happy.  I wouldn't trade it for a thing.  And while I know I'm certainly not trained to go for a PR at Twin Cities, I have the fitness to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leaves me with this weekend and where I need your help.  Two weeks out from the marathon.  I am wondering if I should try to do a 20 miler or do something shorter.  I haven't done a 20 miler yet this cycle (I know, you're probably all un-following me now for the cardinal marathon training sin).  So for confidence purposes I would really like to get one in.  Oh, one other thing - I'm doing a 50 mile bike ride on Saturday.  So do I do my 20 on Sunday and THEN start my taper?  Or should I try to hit 13-15 Sunday and call it good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1855056679765131377?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1855056679765131377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1855056679765131377' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1855056679765131377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1855056679765131377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/09/taper-from-what.html' title='Taper? From What?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-6406692798911566976</id><published>2010-09-07T21:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:41:13.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Summer out the Door</title><content type='html'>I had a great long weekend saying goodbye to summer.  I spent all Friday doing my fall cleaning (and for a few hours actually had my entire house clean at the same time!). Sunday morning, I enjoyed a beautiful, cool long run.  And then it was off to the golf course for one last tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TIb0BWhev5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Hqe3yLrooiw/s1600/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TIb0BWhev5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Hqe3yLrooiw/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514363097824804754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the usual shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday morning Sophie and I were up bright and early to spend the day at the State Fair with my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TIb08mKYXRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ld4tXmk9__U/s1600/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TIb08mKYXRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ld4tXmk9__U/s320/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514364115635166482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by a couple of classy ladies with the Cherry on Top Award and  that other happiness award that's going around.  Thanks to my tri-idol, &lt;a href="http://anaverageathlete.blogspot.com/"&gt;P&lt;/a&gt; and my fellow Packer lover, &lt;a href="http://jerbear8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeri&lt;/a&gt;!  By now I'm sure you are familiar with the rules.  And while I agree with a lot of you that I wouldn't change much because even the bad stuff and mistakes brought me to where I am today, I would change lots of little things.  Like my underwear.  Just kidding.  But I wish I would have been nicer to my siblings when we were young.  And I wish I never would have gotten that Richard Simmons haircut when I was in 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, onto 10 things that make me happy - the fall version:&lt;br /&gt;1.  The whole month of October (my favorite races, Sophie's birthday, Halloween - I love it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Changing leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cool running temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  New shows on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Knowing that the holidays are coming, yet still being able to cling to denial about that frigid bitch winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Jeans and sweatshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The start of my fall "sports" - bowling and book club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Soup season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Colder nights = dead mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  My one year anniversary at the kettlebell gym - I got a free shirt AND discounted class prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm supposed to tag people, but my keyboard is messed up and if I have to deal with it for much longer I might throw my computer out the window! So if you're reading this and you haven't done this yet, consider yourself tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-6406692798911566976?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6406692798911566976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=6406692798911566976' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6406692798911566976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6406692798911566976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/09/seeing-summer-out-door.html' title='Seeing Summer out the Door'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TIb0BWhev5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Hqe3yLrooiw/s72-c/DSC01029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5248975741463842802</id><published>2010-09-02T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:15:54.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Back to School</title><content type='html'>At the risk of revealing my true inner nerd (oh, you already knew I was a nerd?), I will confess: I am jealous of anyone who gets to go back to school.  I would happily be packing my big red backpack with new spiral notebooks and shiny pink pens and heading off to some new educational adventure, but my husband thinks (for some reason) that I should pay off my law school student loans first.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can't go back to school, I can celebrate fall as a time to get back to a schedule.  What sort of schedule?  Oh, how about marathon training?  Seeing as how Twin Cities is only a month away, this might not be a bad idea.  Although I ran several good long runs during August (inluding a half-marathon), my total running mileage was only 80 miles.  Oops.  A little too much vacation, golf, and triathlon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get my running legs back.  I ran a great hard three miler after work today, which was equal parts looking for a good run and running away from the eight bazillion totally freaking crazy people I had to deal with at work today.  AND I am working like a mad woman to schedule a 20 miler within the next 7 days (but having babysitter problems - anyone want to watch my almost-3 year old for a few hours???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's back to school, running style: early morning runs, speed or hill work two nights a week after work, and long runs on the weekend.  I'm not quite ready to bid farewell to my summer romance - I'll still be at the pool a couple of mornings a week and I had a great bike ride on the trail last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5248975741463842802?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5248975741463842802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5248975741463842802' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5248975741463842802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5248975741463842802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-own-back-to-school.html' title='My Own Back to School'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-4579663839371201285</id><published>2010-08-30T20:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:58:02.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Lakes Country Triathlon</title><content type='html'>I registerd for this tri after Chisago, when I decided I just hadn't had enough triathlon for this season. I somehow managed to coerce two of my friends into signing up too, so I wasn't going alone.  Saturday afternoon I met up with Laura and Sandy and we headed to Brainerd.  Laura forgot her helmet, so when we got into town we had to stop at local bike shop.  She got a helmet, AND a new bike.  Which means I inherited her old one! Yay for a road bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we were up and at the beach ready to go.   While getting set up in transition, I ran into &lt;a href="http://neverunderestimatethepower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt;.  It was great to chat with her.  I would have taken a picture with her, but she is so cute and little, I would have looked like a giant ogre next to her and my weak self-esteem can't handled that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pleasant distraction of meeting Wendy, it was back to thinking about the race ahead.  The nerves started to kick in.  It was windy.  I was really worried about how difficult the wind might make the bike feel.  I reminded myself that my last few bike training ride have been windy, so I was well trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THxj6L-CZsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0KcGgx3j2yc/s1600/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THxj6L-CZsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0KcGgx3j2yc/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511389895291201218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in wave 6 (waves were by sex/age), and I got more and more nervous standing there waiting for the swim start.  The water looked rough.  And the buoys looked oh so far.  And the water looked rough.  I had two really great 3/4 mile open water swims last week, so I kept telling myself that this was only 1/2 mile and tried to stay calm.  All that went out the window when I got in the water.  It was so choppy.  I felt like I was being tossed around like a beach ball.  And like I was going nowhere.  To avoid full-on panic, I relied on the breast stroke.  And just kept swimming.  After what felt like at least an hour in the water, my fingers brushed sand during my stroke and I stood up.  And promptly stumbled and fell sideways like a sloppy drunk.  I have experienced dizziness during and after lake swims before, but this was way worse.  I had trouble walking out of the water and staying upright.&lt;br /&gt;Swim time (1/2 mile): 27:34 (slow, but not as bad as it felt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to jog into transition and then just stood there staring at my stuff.  I was really out of it, and still feeling dizzy from the swim.  Finally I started remembering what I was supposed to be doing and got moving.&lt;br /&gt;T1: 3:43 (why yes, I did lay down and take a quick nap before the bike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I was onto my new inherited Raleigh bike and off.  I drank some gatorade the first few miles in an attempt to chase away the drained feeling I had after the swim. For as windy as it was, the wind really did not bother me for most of the bike.  I just kept pedalling away. There were a few decent hills, with one bigger, long hill at about 7 miles, and I felt awesome on the hills.  The benefit of being one of the last people out of the water from the second to last wave was that I passed a lot of people on the bike, and I never got passed once! &lt;br /&gt;Bike (17.3 miles): 1:00:40 (SO close to breaking 1 hour - next year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into transition, go to put my bike back, oh wait, someone else's bike is in my spot actually sitting on top of my towel and swim stuff.  Thanks.  I had to move a couple of bikes to get mine back in. &lt;br /&gt;T2: 1:06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off for the run.  I was so tired.  I think my swim exhaustion finally caught up with me.  I fought with myself to keep running, but ended up walking through the water stops. I still managed to pass quite a few people on the run.  The final stretch back into the park to the finish felt slightly downhill and I knew I was getting close, so I was able to give a little kick at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Run (3.9 miles): 37:49 (yeck, I can do better than that)&lt;br /&gt;Total time: 2:10:49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through the finish, I grabbed some water and rushed to get my camara and get back to the finish in time to cheer on my friends (and get great pictures of them crossing the finish line).  We then headed back to the water to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THxrWhRWSAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/L6t7ghuIero/s1600/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THxrWhRWSAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/L6t7ghuIero/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511398078627072002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done! Funny how the water looks so much calmer two hours later . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the rough swim, this race just continued to build my love for triathlon.  I can't wait for next summer and a new triathlon season to see how much I can improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-4579663839371201285?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4579663839371201285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=4579663839371201285' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4579663839371201285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4579663839371201285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/race-report-lakes-country-triathlon.html' title='Race Report - Lakes Country Triathlon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THxj6L-CZsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0KcGgx3j2yc/s72-c/DSC01005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3901628747187783095</id><published>2010-08-26T08:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:01:05.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Goes Masters Virtual Race Report</title><content type='html'>Last night I toasted MCM Mama's 40th birthday with a few cocktails.  While I'm sure she would have preferred that I honor her with a few beers I've never heard of, I was more in the mood for my favorite golf drink.  It's the thought that counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THZyntN5KNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UseHxAdk6_U/s1600/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THZyntN5KNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UseHxAdk6_U/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509717220612712658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a late night celebrating the end of another golf season, my race day alarm went off way too early.  But I thought I had a good chance of winning my age group in this race, so I rolled out of bed and got ready.  When I finally stepped outside, I was thrilled to feel brisk, cool air.  The race director informed the race participant that timing would be a little weird because she didn't have any timing device.  Apparently she had already packed her bag for a triathlon this weekend and she was afraid she would forget her timing device if she pulled it out.  So she thought it would be appropriate to look at the oven clock before starting the race, and then, upon finishing, run back down the driveway, onto the back deck, into the kitchen and check the time.  Oh, and then she forget to look at the clock before the start.  The race director?  Not so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the timing mishap, the race was off.  The first mile was a celebration of all things cool weather.  I said good morning to the crazy people who walk their dogs by carrying them down the road and checked out the sleeping alpacas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THaoz_r1aHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Mhu5pomxhXs/s1600/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THaoz_r1aHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Mhu5pomxhXs/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509776805356464242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second mile, I started regretting the extra drink or two I had in honor of MCM Mama.  But for the third mile, the race course turned onto one of my favorite running roads, and the nice gentle downhill helped me forget my queasiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THap9ahjFSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OVZKnurUyX0/s1600/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THap9ahjFSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OVZKnurUyX0/s320/DSC00869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509778066691527970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was on the home stretch.  I sprinted the finish line (mailbox) and left it all out on the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THarjdGSBzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pQ2zLlmFLmU/s1600/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THarjdGSBzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pQ2zLlmFLmU/s320/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509779819729127218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per the race director's instructions, I ran into the house to look at the oven clock for my finish time.  The clock read 6:47.  Now, I don't really understand this timing process, but I'm pretty sure that means I ran a 6:47/mile pace.  Damn, I am fast.  Or I guess it could mean that the race took me 6 hours and 47 minutes . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more hours of work and I am off for a fun weekend - State Fair and then my third triathlon.  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3901628747187783095?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3901628747187783095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3901628747187783095' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3901628747187783095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3901628747187783095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/mama-goes-masters-virtual-race-report.html' title='Mama Goes Masters Virtual Race Report'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THZyntN5KNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UseHxAdk6_U/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-4580331891778046912</id><published>2010-08-23T20:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:39:26.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Madison Mini Marathon</title><content type='html'>I ran this race last year for its inaugural year and I knew I definitely wanted to run again this year, because it was just so much fun.  We drove through a monsoon Friday to get to Madison for the packet pick-up, and then to Beloit to my grandparent's house.  Then it as up bright and early Saturday to head back to Madison for the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMdZ_gqgKI/AAAAAAAAANs/uLpEedd30d8/s1600/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMdZ_gqgKI/AAAAAAAAANs/uLpEedd30d8/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508779101586620578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little it of hassle finding parking, we headed over to the start area to find the porta potties.  We had to wait in line forever - I thought we would have to abandon the line in order to get to the start.  Luckily we made it just in time and made it to the back of the start with about 30 seconds to spare.  We were so far back, I'm pretty sure people who were planning to crawl the race were in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMeR8FrpjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3rW7GjgA8Js/s1600/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMeR8FrpjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3rW7GjgA8Js/s320/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508780062740817458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few miles of this race go through the University and downtown areas of Madison and are so fun. There are lots of spectators, music groups, and plenty to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMfMGVuwuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iGZhP53PZ-8/s1600/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMfMGVuwuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iGZhP53PZ-8/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508781061924897506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMfL9ReHEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Z_U4tnDMfDw/s1600/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMfL9ReHEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Z_U4tnDMfDw/s320/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508781059491109954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a good time to talk about the weather.  It was crazy humid.  Thankfully it was overcast so the sun wasn't beating down on us, but it was seriously hot.  By the end of the first mile I was completely soaked with sweat.  By the end of the second mile I changed my race strategy from "maybe I'll go to a PR" to "maybe I will avoid heat stroke."  I walked the water stops, making sure to drink plenty and dumping water on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mile 11ish, the course starts back along the lake towards the University of Wisconsin.  It was very tempting to get a little open water swim in and finish the race by water instead of road.  But I resisted and finished (with an uphill in the last two tenths of a mile).  2:12:08.  Definitely not a PR, but not a PW either.  I headed right to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMhUSOtEeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2EeL1jZa_GY/s1600/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMhUSOtEeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2EeL1jZa_GY/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508783401578861026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun running this race again this year, although I must say it was more fun last year when it was 45 degrees.  Even though my time pretty much sucked, I am happy with how I ran.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race, it was back to my grandma and grandpa's for a little recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMikxMt_PI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RtGk2fwpfdo/s1600/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMikxMt_PI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RtGk2fwpfdo/s320/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508784784281566450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try to tell me you don't hang upside down from the monkey bars to recover from hard runs. Totally normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-4580331891778046912?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4580331891778046912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=4580331891778046912' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4580331891778046912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4580331891778046912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/race-report-madison-mini-marathon.html' title='Race Report - Madison Mini Marathon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/THMdZ_gqgKI/AAAAAAAAANs/uLpEedd30d8/s72-c/DSC00825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-7485275563499278306</id><published>2010-08-19T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:04:05.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Arrest</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life likes to screw with your training. This is one of those weeks.  My husband is on his annual trip to the Boundary Waters, so I am a single parent.  I had to kill five hours last night sitting at a city council meeting. And then get up super early this morning to drive four hours away for a court hearing that lasted three minutes (and then drive four hours back, of course).  Although the crazy week has put a damper on my running, it has allowed me to totally nail my first week of the &lt;a href="http://thehardcoreclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hard CORE club&lt;/a&gt;. And I have become reacqainted with my Wii fit.  Let's just call it a mini taper for my half on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my hubby has been away, I managed to get recruited as the newest member of his men's bowling league.  I'm not sure if this is due to my widely renowned bowling prowess (highly likely) or if I should take it as a sign that I need to start shaving my upper lip.  Either way, I hope my husband is as excited about  little extra kid-free quality time as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-7485275563499278306?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7485275563499278306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=7485275563499278306' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7485275563499278306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7485275563499278306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/house-arrest.html' title='House Arrest'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-8120279183280746974</id><published>2010-08-17T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:37:27.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TGtFpa7GjlI/AAAAAAAAANk/FbpCg27VDxo/s1600/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TGtFpa7GjlI/AAAAAAAAANk/FbpCg27VDxo/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506571547294731858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister Michele and I are 16 months apart.  Growing up, she was the skinny athletic one and I was the chubby nerd.  Michele played sports, could do cartwheels, and wore a size 0 all through high school.  I ate hot dogs, read books, and tried to squeeze myself into too small juniors size clothes. For all my growing up years, my own self worth was centered around comparing myself to my younger, more beautiul sister.  Ah, the torture of being a young girl . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started running, first for exercise during college and then to feed my newfound addiction to road races in 2004, I also started to change the way I measured my own value.  It has been a long journey, but I now can celebrate the body that has run MANY races (including 3 marathons), given birth to a healthy, beautiful little girl, and so much more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides giving me a new, more confident outlook, what I loved about running was that i was MY thing. No one else in my family, including Michele, ran road races.  I loved doing something that was all my own.  And then Michele started running.  For other sisters, this would probably be great news - one more running partner! For Michele and I, it has been a source of unspoken tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we have run races together, I get so focused on where Michele is and whether she is beating me that I forget to run my own race.  I compare my finish time to hers and feel like a failure if I am not as fast, even if I PR.  I know the scorecard: my 5K and marathon PR's are faster, she's got me beat in the 10K and half-marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on moving past this.  Partly because my mom told me to suck it up and get over myself, and partly because my running partner Jim has constantly reminde me that I run for ME.  This weekend, I'll get a chance to put it into practice.  Both Michele and I are running the half in Madison.  Instead of worrying whether I'm in front of or behind my sister, I am going to concentate on powering up hills, staying strong, and celebrating one more opportunity to participate in the sport I have come to love.  Run my own race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-8120279183280746974?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8120279183280746974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=8120279183280746974' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/8120279183280746974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/8120279183280746974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/sibling-rivalry.html' title='Sibling Rivalry'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TGtFpa7GjlI/AAAAAAAAANk/FbpCg27VDxo/s72-c/DSC00171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2317496525419147520</id><published>2010-08-15T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:18:56.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnected, Finally</title><content type='html'>Our phone and internet went out during a storm on Tuesday night.  Qwest finally came out and fixed it yesterday.  Saturday. Maybe I am a touch impatient, but really, that was a long wait for what ended up taking 10 seconds to fix.  Anyhow, while I was back in the dark ages without any connection to the outside world, I got in some workouts (and some rest days!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 3 miles track (not so speedy of a workout because it was HOT)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 3 miles easy, 1 hour kettlebells&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: rest&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: rest&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 16 miles&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 1/2 mi. swim/16 mile bike/2 mile run&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: &lt;a href="http://thehardcoreclub.blogspot.com/p/beginning-core.html"&gt;Hard CORE club&lt;/a&gt; core workout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for those two rest days in the middle of the week, not too bad.  I ended up getting a little (or a lot) heat sick during golf Wednesday night, which left me feeling pretty crappy all day Thursday.  The heat and humidity has finally broken, so I am planning on getting so good workouts in this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2317496525419147520?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2317496525419147520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2317496525419147520' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2317496525419147520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2317496525419147520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/reconnected-finally.html' title='Reconnected, Finally'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-4284183675494082703</id><published>2010-08-07T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:31:21.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TF4IHPSLfeI/AAAAAAAAANc/Xd4zFbKeeQs/s1600/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TF4IHPSLfeI/AAAAAAAAANc/Xd4zFbKeeQs/s320/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502844715148213730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just returned from our annual summer family vacation with my in-laws. A week of reading while watching my daughter splash around and play in the sand, interspersed with some golf, boating, drinking, and games.  Good times.  While on vacation, I managed to bike 20 miles, do a bike/run brick workout, swim a little, and run just enough to break in my new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says back to reality like a long run - I'm getting up early to try to beat the heat tomorrow! Looking forward to catching up with what you all have been up to for the last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-4284183675494082703?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4284183675494082703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=4284183675494082703' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4284183675494082703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4284183675494082703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TF4IHPSLfeI/AAAAAAAAANc/Xd4zFbKeeQs/s72-c/DSC00803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5389786841189271897</id><published>2010-07-29T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:09:57.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Do It</title><content type='html'>A big group of people I know did the Chisago tri - mostly from my kettlebells class.  But three ladies are very special to me.  My friends Krista, Cindy, and Laurette are all gals that I met professionally and somehow managed to convince to do the tri.  These are not people who are OCD about working out like some of the rest of us.  They decided to do the training and do the tri.  Post-race Monday led to this e-mail exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello all of my Extreme Friends, &lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to thank you all for pushing me to do the Tri.  Although I believe I may have been cursing you at some point during the race (j/k), I am proud of myself for completing it!  You all are my “Extreme Friends”.&lt;br /&gt;Laurette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When do you guys want to do another one?&lt;br /&gt;Heather &lt;/strong&gt;(really, this is what you expect from me, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You name the date. Your groupies will follow. You're the leader of the pack!  No iron man though!&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Extreme!&lt;br /&gt;I believe Krista and Cindy were going to be doing the Chisago Tri next year???&lt;br /&gt;I think that Heather needs to do the Half-Ironman!&lt;br /&gt;Laurette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was home yesterday recuperating :-)  Adam and I both had such a great time.  I said I would never do it again but now I am not so sure...  Adam is already researching training plans.  Many thanks to each of you for pushing me to train, and keeping me motivated, and encouraging me when I had so many doubts.  The sweetest part of the whole event was getting to the finish line and having you all there waiting for me along with my wonderful son.  That is a moment I will never ever forget.  Thanks again.  &lt;br /&gt;Krista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so inspired by these ladies, and so lucky to have friends that will say YES when I say, "Hey, how about we do this . . ."  And that part about me needing to do a half-ironman?  Yes, I think I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5389786841189271897?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5389786841189271897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5389786841189271897' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5389786841189271897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5389786841189271897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-i-do-it.html' title='Why I Do It'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-4964466443669723773</id><published>2010-07-28T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:31:41.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>Thirty-one years ago today, my mom gave birth to her favorite child - me!  For any of you still searching for last minute gifts, I would really like a nice road bike.  I'll be celebrating all day with a typical Wednesday of traffic court. Birthday cake for the first person with a valid driver's license!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-4964466443669723773?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4964466443669723773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=4964466443669723773' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4964466443669723773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4964466443669723773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-6171916091547990994</id><published>2010-07-26T20:55:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:57:09.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Chisago Lakes Sprint Triathlon</title><content type='html'>My tri weekend started Saturday.  I met some friends at the course in Chisago City Saturday afternoon to pick up our packets and do a practice swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE495oJBtMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7kMgaJbzyfM/s1600/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE495oJBtMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7kMgaJbzyfM/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498400255303070914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie hung out with my mom on the beach while I swam.  After we swam and checked out all the ins and outs of the transition area, we took off.  Had a great pasta dinner and tried to calm down my excitement and nerves to get a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up bright and early and ready to go.  We got to the park right at 6:00.  Set up our transition areas and got my first ever body marking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE4-27_nE0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ur3A9UZ9HyA/s1600/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE4-27_nE0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ur3A9UZ9HyA/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498401308604306242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So legit! Because they have the half iron waves go out first (and I was in wave 30), I had lots of time to use the porta potties, chat with my friends, and get worked up.  Finally, at about 8:00, I was on the beach and getting ready for my wave to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5ADQR-sYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jl06lJFBCjM/s1600/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5ADQR-sYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jl06lJFBCjM/s320/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498402619720118658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous! As I stood on the beach watching the swimmers out in the water, I had to work hard to control my emotions.  I was sappy about doing something I never thought I could do, scared of swimming with so many people, excited to get my race under way . . . Many deep, calming breaths later I heard, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5BfdcHVxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zJhXZ1z3B9E/s1600/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5BfdcHVxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zJhXZ1z3B9E/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498404203800254226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I focused on staying calm and just doing my thing.  I had to use the breast stroke briefly twice on the way out (once when I kept getting kicked repeatedly and decided to find myself a new piece of real estate and once when I started verging on a little panic).  The water in this lake was even more disgusting than the water in the local beach where I do my open water swims, which I didn't think was possible.  On the way back, I didn't have to breast stroke at all, so I was overall very proud of my swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got to the beach, I ran out of the water and up the long hill to the transition area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5D1TmP_iI/AAAAAAAAAM4/u96NSb5CBTs/s1600/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5D1TmP_iI/AAAAAAAAAM4/u96NSb5CBTs/s320/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498406778138787362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total swim time (1/4 mile): 13:46.  Yes, I am a super slow swimmer.  Try not to hold it against me - I just started swimming in March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly found my bike in transition and got down to business getting my helmet, garmin, and shoes on. I was so happy with my swim and really felt like the hard part was over.  T1 time: 2:59.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My goal on the bike was to ride about 16MPH. I know this is pretty slow, but I knew I could do that pace and still feel good for the run.  I had to fight the urge to ride faster, but just kept telling myself to stick to my plan.  I passed quite a few people from earlier waves on the bike, so I was happy.  I think I had a smile plastered on my face the whole bike - I was having so much fun cheering on friends as I saw them, thanking the volunteers, just taking it all in. At about the 19 mile mark my friend's 15 year old son caught up to me (he started a wave behind me).  We have done some training together and I had been waiting for him to catch me.  I was so excited to see how much fun he was having - this was his first race of any sort EVER and he was having a blast.  The last couple of miles flew by as we finished the bike together and I rode in with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5GbEqGRrI/AAAAAAAAANA/_92zVcJv-ac/s1600/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5GbEqGRrI/AAAAAAAAANA/_92zVcJv-ac/s320/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498409625986680498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total bike time (22 miles): 1:21:17.  I navigated around a gal who fell as she was getting off her bike and headed back into transition.  The walk through transition seemed to get the kinks out of my legs and after ditching my helmet, I felt ready to run. T2 time: 1:53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5HUyI4HKI/AAAAAAAAANI/J5OfbJC-rRY/s1600/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5HUyI4HKI/AAAAAAAAANI/J5OfbJC-rRY/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498410617447914658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 15-year old pal Adam started the run with me.  He was most nervous for the run, so I just kept encouraging him.  I felt awesome. I was so excited to be running, and felt a ton of energy from the other racers and spectators.  My plan was to take it easy on the out portion and pick up the pace on the way back if I had anything left in the tank.  There was a water stop at the turn around and I walked while taking a quick drink of water.  Then I started running right away again.  As I got within a mile of the finish, I started feeling sad that the race was over - I did not want it to end.  I think I even started slowing a little bit, just because I just was not ready for it to be over.  Before I knew it, I was back in the park, heading UPHILL to the finish (torture!).  I passed under the Swedish flag and then hit the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;Total run time (3.1 miles): 28:35.  Finish time: 2:08:31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5JPWobczI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PXAJPjmuSL8/s1600/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE5JPWobczI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PXAJPjmuSL8/s320/DSC00634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498412723187970866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My litle brother and my running partner Jim were there to cheer me on (and take a ton of pictures) and I was ready to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I drank some water, I found my phone in the transition area and texted my husband: "That was awesome!"  This race definitely sealed the deal on my love affair with triathlon.  I can't wait to do another one and see where this new passion takes me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-6171916091547990994?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6171916091547990994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=6171916091547990994' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6171916091547990994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6171916091547990994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/race-report-chisago-lakes-sprint.html' title='Race Report - Chisago Lakes Sprint Triathlon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TE495oJBtMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7kMgaJbzyfM/s72-c/DSC00601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-714307725709410215</id><published>2010-07-21T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:35:03.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadkill Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I got up early and ran six miles this morning, and somehow managed to convince my running partner Jim to run with me.  About a mile and a half into our run, we encountered a dead racoon.  It was on its back with its little claws up in the air.  Half a mile later, we could see another dead animal on the road.  A baby skunk.  As we got close to it, Jim made a comment about all the roadkill.  And then the skunk moved.  It was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously was more afraid of that damn skunk than I was last summer when we saw two bears on our morning run.  Yes a bear may eat me, but I've heard you can never quite get rid of that skunk smell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-714307725709410215?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/714307725709410215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=714307725709410215' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/714307725709410215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/714307725709410215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/roadkill-wednesday.html' title='Roadkill Wednesday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-621360088372424599</id><published>2010-07-18T13:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:52:26.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love Version 2</title><content type='html'>While my housework and my laundry may be suffering, I'm continuing my perfect summer weekends.  Some friends of ours rented a lake home for the week and invited us to spend Thursday and Friday night with them. We had a great time relaxing on the boat and hanging out by the fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TENLguXir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tG3qKNPkD4s/s1600/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TENLguXir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tG3qKNPkD4s/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495318995896807234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie finally seems to enjoy the boat. This was a nice little preview of our summer vacation - only a couple of weeks away!  As a bonus, on the way home we stopped and did a little shopping.  I ended up finding a TYR swimsuit on sale for half off.  I guess my days of swimming laps slighty over-exposed in my 10 year old tankini are over!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up taking a rest day yesterday, ending my streak since June 1st of training everyday.  I planned on doing a long bike ride when we got home from the lake, but it was storming by the time we got home.  And I must have been tired and needed a little rest because I was in bed by 8:30.  Even with the rest day, I'm happy with my training from this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 3 miles easy (am), 4 miles track pm&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 1 hour kettlebells&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 1000 m. swim&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 750 m. open water swim&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 4 miles hilly tempo (I wasn't totally lazy while we were at the lake!)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: rest&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 14 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-621360088372424599?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/621360088372424599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=621360088372424599' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/621360088372424599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/621360088372424599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-love-version-2.html' title='Summer Love Version 2'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TENLguXir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tG3qKNPkD4s/s72-c/DSC00579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5315284033676044680</id><published>2010-07-12T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:47:25.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Ramp It Up</title><content type='html'>Last week's training, before the new week gets too far under way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 4.5 mile run, 10.5 mile bike (this was supposed to be my long run for the week before, but it was too hot!)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 3 miles easy&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 850 m. swim&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 3 miles easy&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 1000 m. open water swim, Jillian No More Trouble Zones DVD&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 22 mile bike, 3 mile run&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 11 HOT and HILLY miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my head in marathon mode! I'm having so much fun with tri training, I haven't been too dedicatd to my long runs.  But that is changing.  When I was sitting in court for six hours today, I flipped my court calendar over and made a list of the weekends left between now and Twin Cities and the distances I want to hit each week.  I need to make those long runs a priority.  Remember when I asked you to keep me accountable.  I'm ready for my bitch slap . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5315284033676044680?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5315284033676044680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5315284033676044680' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5315284033676044680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5315284033676044680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-to-ramp-it-up.html' title='Time to Ramp It Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-6428774235592371099</id><published>2010-07-10T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:30:29.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love</title><content type='html'>I am in the middle of a perfect summer weekend . . . the kind of weekend that makes you realize summer is going way too fast, but makes you wish summer could stick around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off yesterday by getting up early and heading to the pool (the beer worked!).  But the gal who opens the pool during the summer was a no show.  So I talked one of my swimming friends and her son into heading into the beach for an early morning open water swim.  It was gorgeous, swimming in the sunrise. The rest of the day was spent golfing with my hubby and Sophie, and then hanging out at a friend's pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went down to the Chisago Lakes tri course and did a practice bike and run - 22 mile bike, 3 mile run on the tri course.  It was awesome.  I am hopped up on triathlon like Sophie gets hopped up on popsicles.  I came home and relaxed while Sophie napped, then we went to a BBQ and then hubby and I had a date night golfing with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more weekend day left!  In keeping with my perfect summer weekend, I'm planning a great workout (long run) and then some fun.  If only I didn't have to go back to work . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-6428774235592371099?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6428774235592371099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=6428774235592371099' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6428774235592371099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6428774235592371099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-love.html' title='Summer Love'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5817242888138238649</id><published>2010-07-08T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:14:46.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things Thursday</title><content type='html'>1) Today was almost a rest day.  After working out every day since the 1st of June, I overslept and missed my run this morning, got stuck at work late and missed my after work run, and had plans this evening.  Luckily Sophie talked my hubby into taking her for a four wheeler ride, so I had just enough time to submit myself to 20 minutes worth of Jillian torture 30 day shred style.  Whew.  The streak lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tomorrow is an early swim morning. My hubby tells me he's getting up early to go fishing (which would mean no swimming for me).  I've been very sweetly bringing him beers . . . don't want to miss my swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I golfed my best game of the year last night. Which wasn't even the best part.  What WAS the best? When the super young golf course employee came to get my cart and I made some comment about golfing so bad this year I might need to take up knitting instead, he replied, "You are way too young to knit." Bless his 10 years younger than me soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5817242888138238649?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5817242888138238649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5817242888138238649' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5817242888138238649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5817242888138238649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things-thursday.html' title='Three Things Thursday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-4723142450958166775</id><published>2010-07-06T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:11:45.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked Out</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night is kettlebell night.  I swapped Sophie out for my friend Sandy (we pawn off our kids on one poor, under-paid babysitter on Tuesday nights) and we headed to class.  Only to find that the place was completely locked up.  We waited until 5 minutes after class started, and no one showed up.  No e-mail, no facebook message, just no show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not happy, especially because we drive 35 minutes one way to get to kettlebells.  And, by the time we screwed around waiting, getting gas, and driving through ridiculous construction, we were gone as long as we would have been if we actually had class.  And yet none of the body-strengthening benefits. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say I came home and did some alternate workout, but, well, that would be a lie. Good thing I ran this morning.  Because I'm pretty sure prepping scorecards for golf league and eating pizza do NOT count as training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-4723142450958166775?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4723142450958166775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=4723142450958166775' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4723142450958166775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/4723142450958166775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/locked-out.html' title='Locked Out'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-6062835284243048261</id><published>2010-07-04T13:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:53:58.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report - Freedom Five 5k</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go to Beloit, WI this weekend for my grandma's 80th birthday party.  Sophie got sick Thursday and we were up all night Thursday, at the clinic for three hours Friday, and up all night again Friday night. So the whole driving 7 hours thing?  Yeah, that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this morning, I needed a little break.  My in-laws got up early and came over to sit with Sophie and I headed over to Siren, WI for a 5k.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TDDWMTOGQLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rCyAycLr5Vs/s1600/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TDDWMTOGQLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rCyAycLr5Vs/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490123452570812594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before we lined up for the race . . . it was steamy out!  I was hoping for a little rain during race to cool us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my wish - and more! It started pouring before the race started, and kept rainin steadily throughout the race. I was soaked.  I don't know if it was the heat, the rain, the sleepness nights, or the countless squats and lunges Jillian made me do yesterday, but I was s-l-o-w.  Finished in 26:57.  Slowest 5k in a long time.  Oh well.  A crappy run is still better than sitting on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TDDYRXJw8iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/j88B8VBkvcI/s1600/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TDDYRXJw8iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/j88B8VBkvcI/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490125738548982306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-race. This picture does not do justice to my drowned rat look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race today finished up a pretty decent week of workouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 5.5 miles (w/5x800)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 3 miles easy (am), 1 hour kettlebells (pm)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 800 m. swim (pool hours are reduced for the rest of the summer - I had to swim quick and get my butt home to get to work)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 3 miles easy (am), 600 m. swim (lunch)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 700 m. swim, 10 mile bike, 2 mile run&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Jillian Michaels - No More Trouble Zones DVD&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 5k race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long run for the week is pushed to tomorow . . . hope we get a little break from the heat and humidity.  For now, I'm going to spend the rest of Sophie's nap time watching a triathlon on TV. That counts as training, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-6062835284243048261?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6062835284243048261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=6062835284243048261' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6062835284243048261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6062835284243048261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/race-report-freedom-five-5k.html' title='Race Report - Freedom Five 5k'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TDDWMTOGQLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rCyAycLr5Vs/s72-c/DSC00539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-3731627485418976357</id><published>2010-07-01T12:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:00:02.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Yes Your Honor, That IS Algae in my Hair</title><content type='html'>In an effort to increase my swim time in the open water (without decreasing my other workout time or family time) I'm hitting up the local beach at lunch once a week between now and Chisago for a little OWS.  So today at 11:00 I showed up at the beach in my suit, did a superman like change, swam 600 yards, and then back to the suit, back to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positives? I know the open water swims are great for the tri training, and I always love getting a little extra workout in.  And being in the sunshine and water in the middle of the day was a nice boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negatives?  I may smell a little like a lake.  Although I'm 90% sure I smell more like Clinique Happy Heart than lake, so I'm okay.  My legs feel a little bit gritty under my nylons.  And my hair is dripping wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final analysis? Totally worth it.  For a long time, I've been the dirty, sweaty mom that picks my child up from daycare with the sweat rolling off my legs. Might as well add stinky algae hair in court to the list.  Besides, if people don't like it, I have two canned responses: "If you don't want to see me, don't drink and drive." and "You think I smell bad?  You should smell your stale cigarette stinky ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 4th of July weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-3731627485418976357?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3731627485418976357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=3731627485418976357' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3731627485418976357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/3731627485418976357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-yes-your-honor-that-is-algae-in-my.html' title='Why Yes Your Honor, That IS Algae in my Hair'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1884812683346105530</id><published>2010-06-29T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:29:30.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days</title><content type='html'>Since tomorrow is the last day of June and I have a morning swim planned, I think it is safe to post this - I worked out every day the month of June! I started thinking about a whole month of workouts in May, when I realized about halfway through the month that I hadn't missed a day.  Then with tapering for the marathon and my back bothering me, I missed three days at the end of the month.  But the seed was planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did my 30 days look like?&lt;br /&gt;16 runs for a total of 68 miles (including one 5k race)&lt;br /&gt;9 swims for a total of 9,500 m. (including my first ever tri!)&lt;br /&gt;6 bikes for a total of 68.5 miles&lt;br /&gt;5 yoga sessions&lt;br /&gt;3 Jillian Michael videos&lt;br /&gt;2 kettlebell classes&lt;br /&gt;for a total of 29.5 hours working out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great from following this schedule.  I really only had a couple of days where I had to consciously do some workout in order to keep the 30 day thing going.  I loved it so much, I plan to keep going into the month of July.  We are traveling this weekend, so it will take a little more effort, but it is totally worth it.  So here's to 31 days in July (with more running miles!) - anyone care to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1884812683346105530?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1884812683346105530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1884812683346105530' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1884812683346105530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1884812683346105530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/30-days.html' title='30 Days'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1708990345485370335</id><published>2010-06-26T13:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:44:38.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Ever Tri</title><content type='html'>This morning was the mini triathlon put on by our city chamber of commerce as part of Freedom Fest. 300 yard swim, 11 mile bike, 2 mile run.  I was excited to do this as a low key practice for Chisago Lakes next month.  But I was so nervous! I was mostly worried about the swim, especially when I arrived and saw that the turnaround (a couple of teenagers in a paddleboat) was farther out than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TCZFQ4iqWeI/AAAAAAAAALg/7sFdFleelAA/s1600/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TCZFQ4iqWeI/AAAAAAAAALg/7sFdFleelAA/s320/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487149352355518946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the water and ready to go! That's my friend Erin on the left in the lifejacket - she was a turbo in that thing.  There were several people wearing lifejacket, and a few others using kickboards.  I told you it was low key.  Anyhow, I'm in the middle and my friend Martine is on the right.  Note on costuming: I really wasn't sure what to wear. I didn't want to spend any money on tri gear without knowing how much I would use it. So I wore my ridiculous 10 year old swimsuit with my sports bra underneath (the swimsuit definitely not enough support for the run!), and then pulled Nike tempo shorts and a top on for the bike and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TCZGr-Gax4I/AAAAAAAAALo/uUBLVSqfb1k/s1600/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TCZGr-Gax4I/AAAAAAAAALo/uUBLVSqfb1k/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487150917215766402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're off.  I think you can see my swim cap with the hearts on it in this pic, just at the left elbow of the lady in green and blue.  There were about 50 people in the tri, but we started on both sides of the dock so it didn't feel crowded. I did better than I expected in the swim.  This tri was not timed, so I'm not sure how long the swim took, but I did a good job of staying calm.  I had a moment on the way out where I thought I could't possibly make it, but I told myself to just keep swimming.  I switched to breast stroke a couple of times to calm myself down.  Once I got to the paddleboat turnaround, I knew I could make it.  I swam back and was out of the water for my transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TCZHvSnceRI/AAAAAAAAALw/YdDUJNyk29M/s1600/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TCZHvSnceRI/AAAAAAAAALw/YdDUJNyk29M/s320/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487152073774233874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nike shorts were a bad idea.  Especially once I got to the run. They were still sopping wet and kept riding up, very uncomfortable.  I think I need to do some shopping before Chisago! Anyhow . . . the bike was good.  I wore my Garmin for the bike and run, didn't stop it for the transition - total time for the 11 mile bike and 2 mile run was 1:03.  Not too bad for riding my hybrid bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started running, my legs were sore! I knew the second half of the course would be a nice downhill, so I just kept telling myself to make it to that point and I would be fine. It was about at the downhill that my legs started to loosen up and I was able to run the second mile faster.  1st mile was approxmately 9:10, second was 8:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TCZJQ42c7AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aQlvqLgh5ig/s1600/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TCZJQ42c7AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aQlvqLgh5ig/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487153750485036034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done! This really was so much fun, and I am really excited for Chisago - just one month away.  Today helped me figure out some things to work on for Chisago: figure out my gear (including borrowing a road bike from a friend), continue to work on my swim, and do more bike/run bricks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1708990345485370335?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1708990345485370335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1708990345485370335' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1708990345485370335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1708990345485370335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-very-first-ever-tri.html' title='My Very First Ever Tri'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TCZFQ4iqWeI/AAAAAAAAALg/7sFdFleelAA/s72-c/DSC00500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-7660240150725058567</id><published>2010-06-22T11:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:45:59.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>This morning my alarm went off at 5:45 and I got out of bed to go for a run.  I put on my running clothes and put my contacts in.  And then I took my contacts out, put my pjs back on, and went back to bed.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say I have some reasonable excuse, like it was raining a torrential downpour or I was overly tired from a lack of sleep.  But it was nice out.  And I went to bed at 9:00 last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it comes from my attitude that my morning runs are "optional" because they are not runs on my training program.  But I function so much better if I get up and exercise right away.  Tomorrow I will get up early and get my swim on, and Thursday, I promise, I will do my easy morning run.  So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-7660240150725058567?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7660240150725058567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=7660240150725058567' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7660240150725058567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/7660240150725058567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5199597616071181092</id><published>2010-06-20T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:15:38.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Down . . .</title><content type='html'>15 to go until Twin Cities! I started off with a good week of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 5 miles (w/4x800)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 3 miles easy&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 1200 m. swim&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 5 miles (w/2 at tempo pace); 30 min. yoga&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 950 m. swim, 12 mile bike&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 11 mile bike, 1.5 mile run&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 10 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering if my FIRST program ups the long runs too soon.  The first few weeks call for 13, 15, 17, and 20.  I followed this last time around and felt like I maybe peaked to early. So I'm thinking of doing 10, 13, 15, and 17.  What do you think? It didn't break my heart to cut back to 10 today because it was hot and I was running in the mega hills by my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for this week? Get the strength training back. I'm planning on going back to kettlebells, also need to make sure I work in some Jillian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5199597616071181092?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5199597616071181092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5199597616071181092' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5199597616071181092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5199597616071181092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-week-down.html' title='One Week Down . . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2354313044841441285</id><published>2010-06-17T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:50:47.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo Track Sweatfest</title><content type='html'>I decided to do tonight's tempo run at the high school track because the weather peeps were predicted storms.  I figured if a storm came through, I'd rather stay nice and close to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first tempo run on the schedule was pretty easy - 2 easy miles, 2 miles at "short tempo" pace, and 2 miles cooldown.  Thankfully the wind decided to throw down a challenge (just what I needed) by blasting me in the face.  Add to the wind the 90 degree temp and hot, hot sun and it was quite the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to cloud over as I finihed the run.  Now I'm home listening the thunder and rain.  I'm hoping once this storm goes through our weather will clear up: I've got a swim and bike planned for tomorrow, a golf event tomorrow afternoon, my first open water swim Saturday morning (followed by a bike and run for my own little mini practice triathlon) AND my first long run of this training cycle Sunday. Should be a fun weekend.  Good luck to everyone racing this weekend - can't wait to read all the race reports!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2354313044841441285?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2354313044841441285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2354313044841441285' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2354313044841441285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2354313044841441285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/tempo-track-sweatfest.html' title='Tempo Track Sweatfest'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-2376138255006802508</id><published>2010-06-13T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:47:51.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Time</title><content type='html'>A quick recap of my last "off" week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 3 miles easy (am), 4.5 miles w/2x400, 2x800, 2x400 (pm)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 3.6 miles easy, 30 min yoga&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 1100 m. swim&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 3.1 miles easy&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 1000 m. swim, Jillian's No More Trouble Zones DVD&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 22 mile bike w/1 mile run&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Jillian's 30 Day Shred (level 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tomorrow, training for Twin Cities starts. I'm using the FIRST program for the third time.  My main goal for this training cycle? Do everything better.  Easy enough, right?  I want to push myself through the track workouts, nail the tempo runs, and be strong on the long runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job? Yes, you have a job. Don't let me be a summer slacker.  If I start posting things like "I skipped the long run today to float around on the pontoon and drink beer" reach through the interwebs and slap me.  Don't get me wrong, pontoon floating and beer drinking have their place, it' just AFTER the weekend long run is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-2376138255006802508?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2376138255006802508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=2376138255006802508' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2376138255006802508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/2376138255006802508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/training-time.html' title='Training Time'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-5832151499598662454</id><published>2010-06-10T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:40:46.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Me Up</title><content type='html'>"The Freedom Fest Mini-Triathlon consists of a 300 yd lake swim, 12 mile bike ride and 2 mile run/walk and is not a competetive event.  It is used for fun and exercise.  Bikers must have a helmet and swimmers may use a flotation device, if desired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low key, no? A perfect little practice triathlon for before Chisago Lakes next month. So I dropped off my $15 check and I'm off to find my flotation device.  Well, I guess I should probably try to swim without the arm floaties . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really love about this triathlon (aside from the ultra cheap registration and the convenient location 6 miles from my front door) is the waiver.  I almost peed my pants reading it.  I'd quote it here, but I'm sure it's not really that funny to anyone but my nerd brain. I think it is even funnier because I know the spandex, headband wearing pain in the ass lawyer who drafted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-5832151499598662454?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5832151499598662454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=5832151499598662454' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5832151499598662454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/5832151499598662454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/sign-me-up.html' title='Sign Me Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-1210054553529371058</id><published>2010-06-06T19:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:58:23.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery Week Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>I spent the last week focusing on getting over my back injury and mentally getting over my DNF at last Sunday's Madison Marathon.  I actually managed to get in some good cross training workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: rest day (LONG drive back from Beloit, WI - back pain + car ride = torture)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 30 min yoga (plus chiro)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 1000 m. swim&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 7 mile bike, 15 min yoga&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 2000 m. swim, 1 mile run (plus chiro)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 5k race&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Jillian's 30 day shred (level 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's swim was a distance PR for me - I wanted to swim at least a mile, and once I hit the mile mark, I still felt good so I kept swimming until open swim closed. I dried off and headed out into the rain for a quick one mile jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I ran a 5k in Grantsburg, WI.  Nothing too noteworthy - after running a super strong first mile in 7:33, I sort of died and finished in 25:46.  Sophie ran the kid's race. Her little medal must have given her medal fever, because later while I was putting away laundry, she came in wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAxDnkdadUI/AAAAAAAAALY/3VnnP3w80-g/s1600/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAxDnkdadUI/AAAAAAAAALY/3VnnP3w80-g/s320/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479829193684055362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she found my race medals.  She also flipped out Saturday morning because she didn't have legit running clothes to wear. I wonder if Nike tempo shorts come in toddler size . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to adding back in some miles this week. One more "limbo" week and the training begins for Twin Citis Marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-1210054553529371058?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1210054553529371058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=1210054553529371058' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1210054553529371058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/1210054553529371058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/recovery-week-wrap-up.html' title='Recovery Week Wrap-up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAxDnkdadUI/AAAAAAAAALY/3VnnP3w80-g/s72-c/DSC00468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086401509875608602.post-6615556636553867358</id><published>2010-06-03T20:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:16:12.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bright Side</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for your supportive comments on my last post. My back is feeling a million times better - a trip to the chiropractor, lots of yoga, ice, some swimming - it is all helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my daisy downerness post-race, I didn't get to fill you in on some of the highlights. So here some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAhRTAJjgyI/AAAAAAAAALA/r6DDzT8ig4c/s1600/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAhRTAJjgyI/AAAAAAAAALA/r6DDzT8ig4c/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478718333595648802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and Sophie checking out the view from what Sophie called our "fancy room." It was fancy! My uncle is the head chef a the Edgewater in Madison and he hooked us up with an awesome suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAhR-D8T88I/AAAAAAAAALI/isbsXR6cyrM/s1600/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAhR-D8T88I/AAAAAAAAALI/isbsXR6cyrM/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478719073348219842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my "I think I might be done crying and hyperventilating, so sure, you can take a picture" look. Cute, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAhS8zD31sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2ZMyADMQncI/s1600/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAhS8zD31sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2ZMyADMQncI/s320/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478720151148287682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we checked out the Memorial Day parade in my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, I picked up some great stuff at the expo - a cute shirt from One More Mile, a necklace from Lift Your Sole, AND a Spi belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get a little run in tomorrow, and run a local 5k on Saturday. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086401509875608602-6615556636553867358?l=heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6615556636553867358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086401509875608602&amp;postID=6615556636553867358' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6615556636553867358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086401509875608602/posts/default/6615556636553867358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersjunkmiles.blogspot.com/2010/06/bright-side.html' title='The Bright Side'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16644559746937011062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/SPT2M01C9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ia_UnNnrGak/S220/pic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRKGE_baNBY/TAhRTAJjgyI/AAAAAAAAALA/r6DDzT8ig4c/s72-c/DSC00396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
