<?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-2292779685018454603</id><updated>2011-11-02T13:00:55.120-04:00</updated><category term='training run'/><category term='injury'/><category term='long run'/><category term='illness'/><category term='RWS'/><category term='Drives'/><category term='run with Amy'/><category term='hip pain'/><category term='Acme loop'/><category term='art museum'/><category term='tinicum'/><category term='5k'/><title type='text'>Fade to Red</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8575189807163884040</id><published>2011-01-30T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:20:38.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what's worse than 7 miles on a treadmill?</title><content type='html'>No... really.... do you know of anything that's worse than that?  Because let me tell you.. it's pretty brutal.  The only thing that made it somewhat bearable was the eye-candy on the treadmill to my right (that'd be my husband, thank you very much).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really wanted to run outside today, but there were several impeding factors.  The first was the dang snow.  Philly Runners message board indicated that The Drives are still not in great condition and I'm haunted by visions of a woman I saw about a month or so ago, making her way around the icy drives with two bloody, banged-up knees.  A cautionary tale.  Secondly, I'm still on blister patrol.  Thankfully and finally, the huge blister on the inside of my big toe subsided (or popped, I'm not sure which) sometime last night, but I'm still worried about aggravating it too much.  So I was worried about heading out for an 8.5 mile loop with the possibility that I'd be plagued by blister woes again.  So, another treadmill run it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like losing my parking space and heading out to the gym, so I joined Seebo and trekked down to the USP gym.  We jogged (pronounced YAWG-ed.... the 'j' is silent) the half mile there.  Just a tease of running outside; enough to make me loathe the treddy all the more.  It also helped that I had some new music on the Precious, courtesy of Seebo as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tired.  I ate a big, salty lunch... so now I'm thirsty and tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took some pictures of my left foot.  Wanna see?  Warning..... it's gross.  Nah... I'm not going to post them.   If you really want to see them, then you can leave a note in the comment section (and then I really wonder about what kind of person you are).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8575189807163884040?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8575189807163884040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8575189807163884040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8575189807163884040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8575189807163884040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-know-whats-worse-than-7-miles-on.html' title='Do you know what&apos;s worse than 7 miles on a treadmill?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-4650381403739532937</id><published>2011-01-26T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:24:46.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toe Woes</title><content type='html'>*****  Disclaimer*****&lt;br /&gt;The contents of this post may offend some and will likely disgust most.  Proceed at your own risk.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not going to talk about blood blisters again, but I am going to talk about regular ole blisters.  You know, the normal kind filled with that clear, watery liquid.  For some reason, they've been showing up in between my great and second toes on my left foot.  Gross.  I know.  It began when I started wearing my new shoes (also the blood blisters which, thankfully, have subsided), so naturally I attributed them to the new shoes (even though they are the same make and size as the ones I had previously).  Now I'm thinking maybe there is more to it.  I blame my bunions.  My left foot bunion, to be specific.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not in 'the know' on all things bunion, they get progressively worse over time.  What this means is that the big toe leans further and further towards the second toe.  And this is what I think is happening here.  My left bunion is worse than my right and I wonder if in it's lovely progression, it's pressing into the second toe enough at this point to cause some friction and hence, a blister, when I run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, this is just a working theory.  Not sure how I'm going to test this hypothesis.  I'm kind of hoping it just resolves itself.  Or maybe it's back to the podiatrist for me.  Which is a problem because the guy I like is out of network and by out of network I mean not at all covered by my crappy insurance (Keystone Health Plan East).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...   besides being a blister sister, my running is going pretty well.  I'm excited to run my tenth consecutive Broad Street this year!  I'm not setting any lofty goals at this point ... other than I'd like to run it under 90 minutes which is very doable for me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-4650381403739532937?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/4650381403739532937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=4650381403739532937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4650381403739532937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4650381403739532937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2011/01/toe-woes.html' title='Toe Woes'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-606838112483662499</id><published>2011-01-09T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:45:00.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>le sang - part deux</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about blood blisters that inspire me to blog... but here I am again... with another blood blister and blogging.  It's roughly in the same place as last time, on my left foot, on the inner edge, sub bunion (mmmmm).  I'm blaming this one on my new shoes which, even though they are the same brand, model, and size as my last ones... seem to be a bit bigger and wider in the toe box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I had quite a bit of pain after I popped the last one (again... mmmmm), so I sought advice via the internet, of course.  Apparently, you're not supposed to pop blood blisters due to the risk of infection.  I'm pretty sure that's what happened last time.  So, I'm leaving this one be.  I also developed a regular blister on the underside of my foot between my big toe and second toe.  Weird - that's never happened before.  I blame my mother for my cursed feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I had a pretty good run today, considering it was a treadmill run.  It was just too damn snowy, oh yeah... and windy.  I hate wind.  Have I mentioned that?  I've been trying to make peace with the wind, but today I just wasn't feeling it.  So off to LA Fitness I went.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If conditions had been more favorable,  I would have ran the drives so I set out to run 8.5, just as if I were on the drives.  At this point, I know every inch of the drives so well that I can pretty much visualize where I'd be, based on what the treadmill distance gauge measures.  I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like an easy 8.5 miles, surprisingly.  But like automatic car unlocker-doohickies and ATM deposits, I just don't trust treadmills.  I wonder how accurate they are.  According to the treddy, I was running sub 8:30 miles for all but the first two miles.  I'm hoping that it was accurate, that I really can sustain that pace and feel pretty dang comfortable - except, of course, for the two blisters developing along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-606838112483662499?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/606838112483662499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=606838112483662499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/606838112483662499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/606838112483662499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2011/01/le-sang-part-deux.html' title='le sang - part deux'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5509102247276163823</id><published>2010-11-28T10:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:50:11.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooda!</title><content type='html'>My first blood blister since returning to running.  Popped it.  Not sure I should have.  Painful.  There's a strange sense of pride I'm experiencing along with the pain.  I'm feeling like I might actually be "back" to running.  Back to the mundane aches and pains of routine runs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my run today, as I was cooling down a bit, I regained some of my old perspective that running is hard.  The other day I read some quote about running that summed it up nicely.  Of course now I can't remember the exact quote or even where I read it, but it was something to the effect that the act of running is easy, and that it doesn't take much... no fancy equipment... but that being consistent with running and putting effort into each training run is hard.  I'm totally not doing the quote any justice.  But I was reminded of that quote today as I pushed through my run.  It wasn't a particularly heroic run... not super fast or super long... but I was aware of the effort I was putting forth.  And then when it's over, it's over and in another day or two, it'll be like it never happened and I'll be pushing through another run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't sound like fun, does it?  Funny because this is what I've been craving since being injured back in mid-September.... to be "back" to running... and now that I finally am, I'm remembering that most of the time it is decidedly NOT fun.  But I'm still excited to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5509102247276163823?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5509102247276163823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5509102247276163823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5509102247276163823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5509102247276163823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2010/11/blooda.html' title='Blooda!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3187128172433108924</id><published>2010-10-31T12:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:18:28.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start</title><content type='html'>There's something appealing about beginning anew.  Usually one associates such things with the springtime, but why not the fall?  I had about forgotten this blog, but a former reader (one of the six or seven) reminded me of it this weekend and now, well, here I am.  I'm not sure the timing is so great since my running is practically nonexistent these days.  I did something (stress fracture? metatarsalgia?) to my right foot during the second leg of the &lt;a href="http://www.rtbrelay.com/"&gt;Reach the Beach&lt;/a&gt; relay run in New Hampshire in mid-September.  Since then, I've been trying to give it the rest it needs, though the two weeks I spent traipsing all over the cobble-stoned streets of Italy was not exactly rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since returning from Italy two weeks ago, I've attempted to run a handful of times.  The first was a disaster.  I ran for less than a mile and probably should have ran even less than that as my foot was hurting quite a bit.  I waited a week and then tried again with better results - some pain, but less.  The difficulty now is keeping ahold of the reins and not jumping right back into running as usual.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it, but I also realize that the nostalgia obscures the realities, the things about it I don't like.  But, of course, I'll return... I always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3187128172433108924?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3187128172433108924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3187128172433108924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3187128172433108924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3187128172433108924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2010/10/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2769943167230931698</id><published>2009-05-03T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:39:06.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broad Street</title><content type='html'>Today I ran my 8th consecutive Broad Street Run. It feels good to be able to write that. While there has never really been anything too spectacular about my running, I am proud to say that I am consistent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the eight years I've run this race, I've watched it more than triple in size to just over 23,000 finishers. That's a lot of runner butts chugging from North Philly to the Naval Yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seebo couldn't join in the fun today as he had to attend to his godfatherly duties. &lt;a href="http://www.cakestar.blogspot.com"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; and I made arrangements to go down together to the race. This was Amy's second Broad Street and while she loves the race... she is much much less enthusiastic about the subway ride to the start. I think it's fair to say that Amy has an abnormal aversion to subways, particularly crowded ones. The reason for that, I'm not sure... you'd have to ask her. But for anyone, being crammed like a sardine into a subway with thousands of other runners for a solid 30+ minutes can be a less than pleasant experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the enormous number of registered runners, it seemed like the organizers really stepped up their efforts to make things go smoothly. They had shuttle buses from the parking lot to the subway station to help move people along. Amy and I tried to board one of the buses only to be turned away just as the people in front of us boarded. "All full", the driver said, "Take the next one." Grrr. So we headed to the next bus and were the first ones on. Amy, being the smart cookie that she is, grabbed the front seat. Yeah, I know, the cool kids ride on the back of the bus, but those in the front get out first... and, turns out, get to commander the bus. Sort of. I'll get to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat and waited for the bus to fill with runners, the bus driver casually mentioned that instead of taking us to the subway station, that she might be able just to take us up to the start. Amy's eyes went wide with excitement. Could it be that she would be able to escape the subway?!?!? I'm not sure how many Our Fathers and Hail Marys Amy said while we waited for the driver to get confirmation/permission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Amy a long time. We've done a lot, been through a lot together. But I have never seen Amy as excited and overcome with pure joy as when the bus driver confirmed that she would, in fact, be driving us to the race start. I didn't know it was that deep, but apparently for Amy, it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our excitement was quickly tempered when we soon realized that our bus driver had no clue where she was going. She had followed another bus onto 76W, but lost him soon afterwards and was not sure how to get where we needed to go. Amy sprung into action and along with me and our fellow front seat compatriots, navigated the bus successfully to the north end of Broad Street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-race was typical... throngs of people, long porto-potty lines. The race was started in waves this year, according to color-coded corrals. I think this worked beautifully as there was not nearly as much bobbing and weaving around other runners those first few miles. Kudos to race organizers for addressing this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the energy during the race was amazing. This is the reason I run this race every year. Everyone is upbeat and joking and just having fun - despite the skies looking like they'd open up any second. I love the transition of spectators too - from the unsuspecting North Philly residents leaning out of their windows, to the Temple students cheering on their friends, to the City Hall mob of supporters. It's easy to let the momentum of the crowd just pull you down Broad Street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's kind of how it felt for me. I had fairly low expectations going into this race. I am not in the same running shape I've been in the last few years and was content to run something around a 1:30. Of course, I went out a bit fast... first mile was something like 8:47. But I felt good and really just felt pulled along at a nice clip by the energy of the crowds... runners and spectators alike. Subsequent miles came in about the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around mile three, I started to think that sub 1:30 was a distinct possibility. Every mile that came in under 9 minutes was like a little extra cash in the bank I could borrow against later, if need be. And I know what it's like to run out of steam around mile seven. It's certainly happened to me before. But not today. Things just seemed to go well. I felt good... the rain was holding at a light drizzle... and my legs felt reasonably good. I crossed the finish line at 1:27:32.... can't complain about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I finished, the skies opened and down came the rain, in sheets. The hardest part of this race was waiting to meet up with Amy afterwards and walking back to the car. That was a long walk. But eventually, I was dry, warm, and with a belly full of food. Now I'm just waiting for my chocolate chip banana bread to come out of the oven. Mmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2769943167230931698?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2769943167230931698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2769943167230931698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2769943167230931698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2769943167230931698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2009/05/broad-street.html' title='Broad Street'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5096011667073563804</id><published>2008-12-07T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:57:14.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a NKOTB</title><content type='html'>...Hangin' Tough, that is. Oh yeah, I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm still running. I'm trying to reflect back on the week.  That seems like a long time ago, but now that I think back on it, Tuesday's run was worthless. Literally. I had some very uncomfortable tightness in my anterior tibialis and didn't make it for more than two miles. No biggie. (I'm doing my best to not just say that, but to really mean it). Thursday was better. Ran 4 1/4 on the treddy and didn't hate every single step. Saturday I made it out to Tinicum and did the figure eight loops. The mud on the Interesting Part of the trail slowed me down a bit, but I was totally fine with that... one, it gave me an excuse to be slow and two, I took a minute after emerging onto the connector trail to find a stick and rediscover the tread on my shoes. The remainder of the run was nice. I made a conscious effort to try to be in the moment and enjoy the scenery, the fresh air, and the exercise. Too often I find myself wishing my runs away... just waiting for them to end. That's no way to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a long way from where I was and where I want to be, but at least I'm hanging tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5096011667073563804?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5096011667073563804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5096011667073563804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5096011667073563804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5096011667073563804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-nkotb.html' title='Like a NKOTB'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2789043159245844066</id><published>2008-11-30T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:44:54.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninspired</title><content type='html'>That's basically how I've been feeling about my blogging and, to a lesser extent, my running.  But I'm going to try to stick with it (blogging and running) and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Art Museum loop yesterday all by my lonesome... ran it last weekend with Stacey and it was much more fun.  The run itself was okay - weather was good and I felt decent.  My splits were okay (9:07, 9:05; 8:53, 8:53; 8:40; 8:44; 8:46; 8:46).  I don't want to be a speed whore, but it's hard not to be, especially with the company I keep.  I don't know that I'll ever regain the speed I had a year ago and, really, I'm not sure how much I care about it.  Of course I care, but not to the point where I'm willing to put in the work necessary to get there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the hardest part for me right now is that I'm a lonely runner.  I am fine running by myself during the week, but I miss having someone to chat to and commiserate with during those long runs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's where I am for now.  Still running, but with less enthusiasm than I'd like.  We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2789043159245844066?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2789043159245844066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2789043159245844066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2789043159245844066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2789043159245844066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/11/uninspired.html' title='Uninspired'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-1568978695444072706</id><published>2008-11-27T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:27:34.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat the Clock</title><content type='html'>First and foremost.... Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. No presents, no religious pretense.... just good food and lots of it. I was lucky enough this year to be invited to Steve's family friend's home for the holiday. Of course I couldn't show up empty handed, so I offered to make and bring a pecan pie - my momma's recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pie takes about 50-55 minutes to bake, giving me the perfect window to fit in a run. Of course, this then puts a bit of pressure on me to make sure I get back in time to ensure the pie isn't overcooked. My usual West Philly loop takes me about 45 - 47 minutes, giving me adequate cushion in case I didn't have a good run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I felt good throughout the run and made it back in just under 45 minutes, allowing for a nice cool down walk around the block before heading back into the kitchen to retrieve my perfectly cooked pecan pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Street Bridge sign was up announcing its closure on or around December 8th - that's gonna suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-1568978695444072706?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/1568978695444072706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=1568978695444072706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1568978695444072706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1568978695444072706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/11/beat-clock.html' title='Beat the Clock'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3123276406625086030</id><published>2008-11-16T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:36:20.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRCNVW-xB8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRCNVW-xB8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went looking for a picture of a hamster wheel and found this video, which is kind of silly and stupid, but made me laugh, so I'm sharing it for what it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that is a rather lengthy intro to what will be a brief post about my runs this week. As you may have already guessed, I did all three runs on the treadmill. I ran four miles on Tuesday, four and a half on Thursday, and a grueling nine and a quarter treddy-miles on Saturday. As much as I hate the treadmill, I hate the wind even more, so I suffered for the 9+ miles and called it a week. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3123276406625086030?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3123276406625086030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3123276406625086030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3123276406625086030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3123276406625086030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/11/gym-rat.html' title='Gym Rat'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3523663174339482671</id><published>2008-11-09T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:33:47.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I'm having trouble getting this entry started. Not sure where I want to begin or end and I only have a vague sense of what I want to say in between. My body is tired from running the Tinicum figure eight a few hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My runs earlier in the week were very rushed... Wednesday's run was through the dark and rainy streets of West Philly. A much needed stress reliever run... one where I just wanted to keep going, but I had things to do and was a bit worried about slipping on wet leaves or tripping over some uneven pavement, so I cut it short. And I couldn't find my watch. My best guess was that I ran somewhere around three and a half miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was, again, a beat the clock run. I had hopes of running at Ridley Creek State Park as I made my way home, but I soon realized that I didn't have nearly enough daylight minutes left, so I opted for East Goshen Township Park, which is about a half mile down the road from where I work. There is a paved loop around the west side of the park that is about a mile long. I was glad to have my iPod, as four loops around that thing was not the most exciting run ever. But, hey, at least I got some sort of run in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had designs on the Art Museum, but given that I was in West Philly and my running shoes were in Prospect Park, I ended up running Tinicum again... and, really, I was happy to be there. It was nice too, not to be constrained by waning daylight or anything else pressing upon me (except for the usual Sunday chores). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting better at being nice to myself when I run. I am doing a better job of just letting myself relax and not worry about speed. I run. I push it sometimes. I take it easy other times. I walk if I want to and I don't worry about it. My only goal for today was to do the figure eight loop and to run for at least eighty minutes. Done. My body is tired, but in a good way.... and with so few remaining glorious autumn mornings, I am glad I got out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3523663174339482671?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3523663174339482671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3523663174339482671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3523663174339482671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3523663174339482671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6078066352268576173</id><published>2008-11-02T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:46:52.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady as She Goes</title><content type='html'>The good news is, I'm getting some consistency back in my running. The bad news is... I'm S.L.O.W. I know, I keep saying I'm not going to obsess over that anymore and I'm trying not to, truly I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, I've run the usual four or so miles twice during the week. Friday I woke up obscenely early and made it to the gym when it opened at 5am to get a treadmill run in. I've been helping Amy move into her new house, so an after-work run was not in the cards. I miss working out in the morning. I miss the familiar faces, yes, even the annoying ones. Yes, I even miss Bruce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I had a wedding on Saturday evening so I wisely chose to get my long run in on Saturday morning. I set out to do a Seebeka loop, but ended up doing the whole figure eight loop around Darby Lake. Again... it was pretty slow going... probably averaging around nine minute miles, but I was really glad just to get the miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Tinicum. I know I've said it before and I will likely say it again. I love that I see more members of other species than I do of my own. I am fortunate to have that as my backyard and will be sad when the day comes when it is no longer so easily accessible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slowly I'm starting to settle back into some sort of running routine.  Next week, I'll likely revive some of the old West Philly routes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6078066352268576173?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6078066352268576173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6078066352268576173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6078066352268576173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6078066352268576173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/11/steady-as-she-goes.html' title='Steady as She Goes'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-1409990545654470734</id><published>2008-10-26T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:20:26.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Museum</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I've run the drives and given that it was such a beautiful fall morning, how could I resist?  Of course there was some sort of regatta silliness going on and possibly a 5k run or something, making for nearly mob-like conditions. Luckily the parking gods smiled upon me (I had a weird feeling they would) and I found a spot across the street from Lloyd Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those autumn mornings where it is crisp and sunny, making me unsure whether to wear warmer clothing. I was later glad that I left the long sleeves behind. I wasn't sure how this run would go. I haven't run more than six miles since late August. Most of my runs have been around four. Still, I wanted to run the drives and I figured that one way or another I'd get myself around the loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, it was slow going the whole way around. I averaged about 9:10 miles which is a bit humbling, but I was really more focused on getting in the distance and trying not to feel too beat up.... Oh yeah, and enjoying the beautiful day. I've been having a bit of back pain recently and I found myself stopping to stretch my back out a few times as I made my way around the loop. I NEED to strenghten my back more. I really do not want a repeat of last June's torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ran 8 of the 8.5 miles of the loop (73:15) and was happy enough with that. The best part of the run was stretching by the Lincoln statue and watching happy dogs chase frisbees and each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-1409990545654470734?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/1409990545654470734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=1409990545654470734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1409990545654470734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1409990545654470734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-museum.html' title='Art Museum'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6715972999296168044</id><published>2008-10-21T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:51:20.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow it wasn't as bad as I thought</title><content type='html'>You know it's bad when you're fighting to stay awake during a therapy session at 3pm. Luckily I think I managed to fake wakefulness pretty well. Yes, it was a beautiful fall day... a nice one for running... with one exception. It was &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;windy&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... one of my most hated weather conditions. The Weather Channel said the winds were blowing at 18mph, gusting to above 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Seebo for a pep-talk. He wasn't immediately available, but his return call was, lets just say, less than inspiring. Now I'm sure I'm interpreting this a bit liberally... but it was something along the lines of "Get yer fat arse out the door!". No, of course, Seebo isn't THAT stupid... he didn't say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nap sounded much better, but somehow... despite being tired and wind-shy... I made it out the door and headed to Tinicum for yet another trip around the lower loop. Yes, it was windy - so much so that I had that running-in-place feeling much of the time. But, as the title suggests, it wasn't all that bad. My legs felt pretty fresh and my lungs felt kind of actually good. Huh.... who knew? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've long since given up trying to figure out when a run will go well and when it won't. I almost wanted to start timing my runs again....... I said almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6715972999296168044?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6715972999296168044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6715972999296168044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6715972999296168044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6715972999296168044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/10/somehow-it-wasnt-as-bad-as-i-thought.html' title='Somehow it wasn&apos;t as bad as I thought'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6344036591766764656</id><published>2008-10-19T13:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:00:00.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>Once again.... the blogging has been less frequent than the running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run several times since my last entry.... nothing terribly notable. I've done the lower Tinicum loop a few times and maybe a treddy run or two. It's been a slow process, trying to regain my fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my runs lately have hovered right around the four mile mark, so yesterday I decided to try to go longer. I wanted to do something I used to call the &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1381676"&gt;Seebeka loop&lt;/a&gt; - essentially, the lower loop of Tinicum with a mini upper loop, without going around the lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back in my blog, I see that I ran this loop almost exactly a year ago. Reading &lt;a href="http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-red-corvette.html"&gt;that entry&lt;/a&gt; is depressing me right now as I was in such a different place with my running. I also see that I was about to begin dealing with some hip pain that put running on hold for a while. I had a mojo going then that I have yet to regain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I did the same loop a year ago about four and a half minutes faster than I did yesterday does not leave me with a good mind set. Ironically, as I was finishing my run yesterday (and feeling pretty wiped) I was thinking about how I'm working on being more accepting of myself when I'm not running the way I wish I were. It's not easy. I tell myself that I should feel good that I'm continuing to be consistent with running, that most people can't run as far as I can, and that the purpose of my running is to stay and shape, relieve stress, and be outside. Still, it's hard to not be competitive with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rough year for me running wise... with the hip injury, then my back, then the pneumonia... and I guess I should cut myself some slack. As I get older, I'm realizing that I'll be a much happier person if I do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't head into this blog entry with the notion that I'd be reflecting on the past year... though, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samhain"&gt;for some&lt;/a&gt;, this is the end of the year. Given how I felt this time last year, I would have never predicted that I'd be heading into such a disappointing year, running wise. So, perhaps, given how I'm feeling about my running now, I'm heading into a great year of running.. and hopefully other wonderful things as well. One can only hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6344036591766764656?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6344036591766764656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6344036591766764656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6344036591766764656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6344036591766764656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/10/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3772043964377253184</id><published>2008-10-07T20:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:15:19.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Shadow</title><content type='html'>Running and blogging.... two things I haven't been doing much of lately.  Thankfully, I've been doing more running than blogging.  My last two runs have been through Tinicum - the lower loop.  Sunday, I drove to the Tinicum entrance, which seems really pathetic considering the price of gas, my desire to reduce my carbon footprint, and the fact the entrance to Tinicum is about a half mile from my house, but given how I've been feeling on my runs recently, I decided it was worthwhile.  I felt pretty good during that run, so today, I decided to go green and get myself to Tinicum and back on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was about as perfect a fall day as you could get.  I set out around quarter after five and watched my shadow keep pace.  I kind of liked the company of my shadow, liked seeing my pony-tail bob to and fro... it felt like a familiar sight, but one I haven't seen in quite some time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's run was the first time I felt like I might be able to get back into shape following my bout with pneumonia.  Lately, I've felt as though the fitness I'd worked hard to achieve over the last several years was slipping through my fingers.  Today I felt like it is still within my grasp... it ain't quite gone yet.  Still, I have a long, long way to go and I'm not sure that I'll ever get back into the kind of shape I was in this time last year.  And I'm okay with that.  I just want to be healthy, want to be able to feel like I'm in shape and can go out for a run and enjoy it, like I did today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3772043964377253184?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3772043964377253184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3772043964377253184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3772043964377253184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3772043964377253184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-my-shadow.html' title='Me and My Shadow'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5539500938340253446</id><published>2008-09-22T12:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:07:21.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Fall</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a disappointing September. Yesterday was the Distance Run and, somehow, it went on without me. I'm slowly recovering from pneumonia and trying to be cautious. While my mind is eager to resume business as usual, my body still has not gotten with the program. I've been urged to truly allow myself to recover from this rather than risk an even more prolonged illness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked out a total of three times since being officially diagnosed with pneumonia and all three of those workouts have been within the past week. Running has been difficult. I can feel that my lungs are not in "normal" working order. In general, I feel like either I've lost an incredible amount of fitness in the past few weeks, or I'm still not fully recovered. Probably a bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of running PDR yesterday, I ran a measley 3 or so miles around West Philly ... And it just about killed me. I was very disheartened by this. I just want to be better and be able to enjoy a run.  So I'm frustrated, to say the least. And, of course, I feel fat and out of shape.. which puts me in a bit of a foul mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful that I'll continue to feel better and that I'll eventually get back in shape. I love fall running, so I'll try to put the last month behind me and enjoy the change of seasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Maggie for checking in on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5539500938340253446?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5539500938340253446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5539500938340253446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5539500938340253446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5539500938340253446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-fall.html' title='First Day of Fall'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6016930031212033789</id><published>2008-09-06T16:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:41:56.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>... In other news</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so it's been a zillion years since I updated this blog. If memory serves, I think I ran two or three times since my last blog entry, but it really doesn't matter now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a stressful last week of work at my former place of employment, I seem to have come down with some sort of nasty virus. The long and short of it is that I've essentially had a fever (sometimes as high as 102.7) for the last week, along with an annoying and worsening cough, aches, and general misery. Oh yeah, and I sound like this lovely lady: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SMLp_q52moI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZHMblmlknc8/s1600-h/selma.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SMLp_q52moI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZHMblmlknc8/s320/selma.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243010196270652034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of self diagnosed with viral pneumonia - all the symptoms are consistent with what I have. Bad news is there really isn't any treatment, other than time and ibuprofen for the fever and cough drops and the like. Good news is I'll survive - eventually. Of course this does not bode well for me and the Distance Run, which is quickly approaching. Right now, I can barely think about it... I'm forgetting what if feels like to feel normal, let alone feel well enough to run a bunch of miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6016930031212033789?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6016930031212033789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6016930031212033789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6016930031212033789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6016930031212033789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-other-news.html' title='... In other news'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SMLp_q52moI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZHMblmlknc8/s72-c/selma.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7505491613469178719</id><published>2008-08-24T19:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:33:40.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Beach</title><content type='html'>Today was the 20th annual Stone Harbor Lions Club 10k &amp; 5k run. I spectated this event last year ... I had thoughts of running it then, but it was too damn hot and humid. I vividly remember last year being thankful that I was not running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the weather seemed a bit better - a warm start.. with temps in the mid-70s and the humidity as it always is on the Jersey shore in mid-August. The course itself is pretty boring - a flat out and back with a few turns and virtually NO SHADE. I knew it wasn't going to be fun and it wasn't. I had a bit of that tightness in my right lower leg for the first two miles. It was to the point where I was about to stop and stretch, but I just ran through it and, eventually, it went away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part about this race was not veering off to the right to go into the 5k finishers chute versus going left to the 10k turn around. It would have been so easy... and the beach is just a block away... I could have kept running... beach tags be damned. If they wanted to chase me into the ocean, they could have done that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, I didn't. I stayed the course... taking water at just about every water station - and there were several, thankfully. Finished in 54:14 - a time which neither impressed or displeased me. I was simply glad to be done and proud that I didn't beg off at the 5k point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to Bill and Ilene for their hospitality and letting Seebo and I crash at their place Saturday night. Nothing like watching the Olympic marathon, eating pasta, and not having to wake up at the crack of dawn to drive two hours to run for less than one. And it was nice to get one last dip in the ocean before the summer ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7505491613469178719?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7505491613469178719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7505491613469178719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7505491613469178719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7505491613469178719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-at-beach.html' title='Day at the Beach'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-9009995077620360278</id><published>2008-08-22T10:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:14:18.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Long Run</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to up my long runs lately in an effort to prepare for the Philadelphia Distance Run. Last weekend I did a bit over 12 miles. This weekend, I'll likely participate in the Stone Harbor 10k on Sunday, so I wanted to try to get my "long run" in today. Of course, I also had to be at work at a reasonable hour and I didn't want to get up too too early.. oh yeah, and I didn't want to be wiped out for the duration of the day, so I opted to do a shorter long run this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinicum... of course... plenty of the usual suspects, a few fawns, a kazillion bunnies, and an almost albino groundhog. Did the same route as last Sunday - but with only one loop around Darby Lake. I was curious about the actual mileage of this route so I mapped it out - even though I really have no business taking the time to do that right now. So, if you're interested, &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=2195043 "&gt;here is the route&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt okay today... not great, not horrible. I had some of the tightness in my right lower leg again, but not as bad as it was the other day. I didn't need to stop and stretch it out - I just ran through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.2 in 81:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-9009995077620360278?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/9009995077620360278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=9009995077620360278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/9009995077620360278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/9009995077620360278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/short-long-run.html' title='Short Long Run'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8786013078662492315</id><published>2008-08-20T10:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:20:48.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delco cruising</title><content type='html'>Ran through the Prospect Park/Norton/Glenolden neighborhoods this morning. Sounds like I covered a lot of territory, but in truth, it was just about five miles total. That's just how it is in Delaware County... little towns butted up against each other, one blending seamlessly into the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious morning. We really have been spoiled most of this month with cooler temps. I still fear that summer will return with a vengeance before the month is out, so for now, I'll quietly give thanks and hope that my rejoicing does not arouse the heat/humidity gods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lately... when I've been running this particular neighborhood route... I warm up for the first two miles and then I run the third mile as fast as I can. I'm still not real good at gauging that stuff yet, but I think I'm learning. As I was running that third mile, I wasn't feeling too great and felt like I was kind of going slow. I was prepared to see that my time was above an 8 minute mile - which would have been a bit slow for what I've been averaging other weeks (right at 8 minutes or around 7:50). I was surprised and, of course, happy to see that I ran it in 7:43. Huh, who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total of 5 in 41:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8786013078662492315?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8786013078662492315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8786013078662492315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8786013078662492315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8786013078662492315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/delco-cruising.html' title='Delco cruising'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3594962445959957864</id><published>2008-08-17T13:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:25:54.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strife of the Purple Variety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhbqP_l5VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b4uQrKIeHos/s1600-h/Ly1-purple-loosestrife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhbqP_l5VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b4uQrKIeHos/s320/Ly1-purple-loosestrife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235535348224091474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be Purple Loosestrife to you and me. Apparently, it's quite a bugger. Click &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/plants/ALIEN/fact/lysa1.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read how this Eurasian plant has been taking over our country. Tinicum has definitely fallen prey to the evil Loosestrife. What can I say... it's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosestrife and bunnies and egrets (oh my!) were plentiful this morning as I wound my way up the boring part, around Darby Lake twice, and then home again along the same route. Again, I brought along a Honey Stinger energy thingy. I allowed myself two walk breaks during this jaunt and, of course, a trip to the Tinicum visitor's center where they have water fountains and a loo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that these long runs are easier for me - both physically and psychologically if I give myself permission to walk at some point during the run. Somehow if I plan to walk, it takes away (at least for me) the stigma of walking during a long run. Of course, I stop my watch during these breaks... wouldn't want to 'credit' myself for that time when, clearly, I wasn't actually running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty good throughout the run, somewhat slow... but still good. I was, of course, glad when the Loosestrife was in my rear-view and I headed home where one of Amy's cupcakes (okay two) were waiting for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12 miles in 1:47:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3594962445959957864?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3594962445959957864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3594962445959957864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3594962445959957864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3594962445959957864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/strife-of-purple-variety.html' title='Strife of the Purple Variety'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhbqP_l5VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b4uQrKIeHos/s72-c/Ly1-purple-loosestrife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8665426927453937093</id><published>2008-08-17T12:38:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:57:09.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More iPhun</title><content type='html'>After our not-terribly-informative iPhone workshop, Amy and I did a little perusing around Ardmore.  We spent some time checking out the lovely things at a place called Blue Tulip (or Blue Plum, if you're asking Amy).  Of course they had jewelry which meant of course they had mirrors.  As we browsed, Amy and I discovered a really neat trick!!!  Yes.... we were MORE than WAY too entertained with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhVWsV5ErI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nzfcFSW0oSA/s1600-h/meamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhVWsV5ErI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nzfcFSW0oSA/s320/meamy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235528415166665394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhVPM5Fj9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/2dhz9Frvw1E/s1600-h/amyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhVPM5Fj9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/2dhz9Frvw1E/s320/amyme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235528286465265618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still crack up when I see these pictures.  &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;Oh yeah.... and this was our iPhone "wizard":  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhVyFh6r2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/0g2Dv9-ZmTI/s1600-h/blah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhVyFh6r2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/0g2Dv9-ZmTI/s200/blah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235528885784457058" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he liked me very much because I kept asking all the hard-hitting questions like, "Why didn't Steve (Jobs) create this thing so I can send cute pictures to my boyfriend's phone?"  Of course he didn't have a satisfactory answer for me.  Work on that, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8665426927453937093?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8665426927453937093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8665426927453937093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8665426927453937093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8665426927453937093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-iphun.html' title='More iPhun'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKhVWsV5ErI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nzfcFSW0oSA/s72-c/meamy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3548779502338379849</id><published>2008-08-16T16:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:22:12.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sooooo Cool</title><content type='html'>I have officially arrived at techno-geekdom....  I am blogging from my iPhone. Yeah... I'm THAT cool. Of course, it might take me a kazillion years to write the dang thing, but that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than sit here in total iSilence for too long with my friend Amy (she's got one too), I'll keep this brief.  Did a treddy run yesterday after work. During the first mile I was having a lot of tightness in my right lower leg (mostly anterior tibialis).  This was the same stuff I dealt with last spring, which is frustrating. So after the first mile I stopped the treddy and stretched for a few minutes. That seemed to help a lot because I did the next 4.5 miles at an average 8:20 pace.  So, all told I did 5.5 in 46:22.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3548779502338379849?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3548779502338379849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3548779502338379849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3548779502338379849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3548779502338379849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sooooo-cool.html' title='I&apos;m Sooooo Cool'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-4848162249224765807</id><published>2008-08-13T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:50:33.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get used to these beautiful, cool mornings - a girl could get spoiled with all this nice weather.  The reality it, however, that we are just easing into mid-August and it's likely that at least one more heat wave is in the cards before summer is over.  But for now, I'm enjoying the break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the usual West Philly loop this morning and felt pretty good despite my inklings that it would not be a good morning.  I don't know what I'm going to do if/when they close the South Street bridge... guess I'll have to find a new usual route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.15 in 44:37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-4848162249224765807?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/4848162249224765807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=4848162249224765807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4848162249224765807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4848162249224765807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/usual.html' title='The Usual'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6403649445888048590</id><published>2008-08-11T08:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:36:36.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet the Sting</title><content type='html'>My siblings were in town this weekend for a party celebrating my Dad's impending retirement. Lucky dog. See &lt;a href="http://cakestar.blogspot.com/2008/08/surf-and-turf.html"&gt;Amy's blog&lt;/a&gt; for pictures of the delicious cakes we made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the zillion things I like about my family is that we're a pretty active bunch. My brother, who stayed with me during the weekend, was totally game for a Sunday morning run. He's seen the lower loop of Tinicum and since he didn't really want to run 8 or 9 miles, I drove us to the upper loop which encircles Darby Lake. The weather was just about perfect - low 70s, not-out-of-control humidity, mostly cloudy skies and Tinicum was still in full bloom with loads and loads of purple flowers. As we made our way around the lake we could see a gathering of white egrets on the other side that probably numbered about forty or fifty. Really amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I ran the first loop together - keeping a decent clip. I was trying to go a bit easy because I had aspirations of doing between ten and eleven miles, but he was pushing the pace a bit and far be it from me to let my little brother kick my ass. The plan for me was to do two full loops around Darby Lake and then head home from there which would mean half of the upper loop, the connector trail, and the boring part of the lower loop. Scott did two laps around the lake and then took the car and met me at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the second loop, I ate a honey energy gel-type thingy... except it's just fortified honey - its not a gooey gel. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKA64necSQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sMEw9FzWGFE/s1600-h/702791_6987Lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKA64necSQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sMEw9FzWGFE/s200/702791_6987Lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233247511348267266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I usually don't take gels on long runs with me, but I figured that since this is something I typically do when I race longer distances (10 miles or more), it makes sense to do this on long runs of that length too. I think it helped because I was feeling pretty good even during those last two miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it back to the Pumpkin Patch (my place) in 1:37:04 just as the rain was starting to come down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6403649445888048590?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6403649445888048590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6403649445888048590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6403649445888048590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6403649445888048590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-sting.html' title='Sweet the Sting'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SKA64necSQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sMEw9FzWGFE/s72-c/702791_6987Lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5178449558838775314</id><published>2008-08-08T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:13:36.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WaWaWhy???</title><content type='html'>This post will have very little to do with running. In fact, I'll just get it out of the way now - ran 5 miles in 42:30.... felt good and was happy with my pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is really on my mind today is a disruption in my morning ritual. Many mornings, I stop at WaWa and get a 16oz coffee with skim milk and two girl sugars. I love WaWa.. the stores are always clean and inviting and usually have some fun music playing to bop along to as I make that perfect blend of 3/4 Kona brew, 1/4 Hazelnut. I also pick up something for breakfast. Lately, I've been really digging on the PeakBar Breakfast-To-Go bar in the blueberry flavor. This bar has it all.... fortified with vitamins and minerals, chock full of fiber, not too much sugar, low in fat, and under 200 calories. So what if it kind of tastes like a blueberry dog biscuit.... if you take a bite of it and chase it with a chug of coffee, it's downright tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed a trend in the last few weeks where my usual WaWa is out of my bar-of-choice. They sometimes have the Cinnamon flavor, but it's not the same and I'll often opt for something else, like a lame NutriGrain bar... but they're kind of wussy and they have too much sugar. I've noticed too at other WaWas, the same trend. Hmm. Well today... they didn't have either flavor and - to add insult to injury - they've taken up the shelf space the bars usually inhabit with stupid cereal cups! Who eats those?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I find myself awash in a virtual wasteland of breakfast foods... most are overly sugarfied and almost completely devoid of any nutrients. Others are too high in calories for what I want for breakfast. WaWa... why have you forsaken me? Do I not adequately sing your praises? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be disappointed by WaWa. There are so few bastions of perfection left in this world. I still love you, WaWa, but things are different now. Innocence is lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5178449558838775314?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5178449558838775314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5178449558838775314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5178449558838775314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5178449558838775314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/wawawhy.html' title='WaWaWhy???'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3823820679837456086</id><published>2008-08-06T15:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:58:11.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iWheeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I ran.... yeah, it rained, no poured, for a decent ten minute stretch... yeah it was a pretty good run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;REAL&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; news is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SJoB7JYdSgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Gz9PWN7V1io/s1600-h/kiss_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SJoB7JYdSgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Gz9PWN7V1io/s200/kiss_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231496032786663938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY NEW iPHONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly... I've been too busy to play with it much. So I'm going to keep this entry short... so maybe I can go play with my new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 miles in 42:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3823820679837456086?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3823820679837456086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3823820679837456086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3823820679837456086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3823820679837456086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/iwheeeeeeeeee.html' title='iWheeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SJoB7JYdSgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Gz9PWN7V1io/s72-c/kiss_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8010113632408264053</id><published>2008-08-03T10:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:11:15.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Color Purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~ Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original plan to run the Art Museum loop again this Sunday was disrupted, so I found myself headed out to do Tinicum. Again... I chose to avoid the interesting part of the lower loop due to the overgrowth. So it was to be an out and back along the boring part with a loop around Darby Lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining brightly and, for a change, the humidity wasn't too oppressive. Lately it has been a struggle to enjoy my runs; I faced that challenge again today. Tinicum was beautiful as ever, and I thought of that Alice Walker quote as I rounded Darby Lake and took in the sites. There were a dozen or so herons grouped together, fishing for breakfast against a backdrop of trees, bushes, and some kind of purple flowering plant. Truly beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much more to comment on the run itself. While there were points where I was enjoying it, for the most part, I was just looking for it to be over. I did, however, try not to miss taking in and appreciating the beauty that surrounded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more than 9 (I think) in 80:24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... just because.... here's one of my favorite scenes from the movie &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Color Purple&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7ZT5sajkys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7ZT5sajkys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8010113632408264053?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8010113632408264053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8010113632408264053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8010113632408264053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8010113632408264053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/color-purple.html' title='The Color Purple'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-9112660943247064968</id><published>2008-08-01T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:55:07.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leverage of an Ice Cream Sandwhich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SJMHY3dd_yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y13arrSHAJ8/s1600-h/IceCreamSandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SJMHY3dd_yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y13arrSHAJ8/s200/IceCreamSandwich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229531716093083426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.... I'm sick of complaining about the heat too, but it feels like it's just always there... in the way. I don't know what's harder, getting out of a warm bed to run in the cold or getting out of a cool/air conditioned room to go run in the swampy mess of the first day of August. Both have their drawbacks, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is typical on days where I don't feel like running, I make little bargains with myself to ensure that I get out the door. This morning it was things like, "You don't even have to run if you don't want.. just get dressed and get out there and move... you can walk the whole time if you want" .... and, "You're going to regret not going because at happy hour tonight you'll probably eat and drink a fair amount." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts were swirling around and helping (sort of) to motivate me and then I remembered that last night I had an ice cream sandwich. I didn't feel guilty about eating the ice cream sandwich (it was about half the calories of the Hagan Daas Ice Cream Bar), I just remembered thinking when I ate it last night that it would be fuel for this morning's run. And so then I was out of bed and getting dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't walk the whole WP Loop, though I did walk on two occasions. And, really, I didn't feel bad about it. I kept the pace easy because I knew I was tired. I've worked out every day this week and worked late three nights as well, so by now, I'm pooped. I'm looking forward to taking tomorrow off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, ran for about 42:30 minutes.... we'll call it about 4.5 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-9112660943247064968?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/9112660943247064968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=9112660943247064968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/9112660943247064968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/9112660943247064968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/08/leverage-of-ice-cream-sandwhich.html' title='The Leverage of an Ice Cream Sandwhich'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SJMHY3dd_yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y13arrSHAJ8/s72-c/IceCreamSandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8523818787934682341</id><published>2008-07-30T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:27:11.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyranny</title><content type='html'>Upon waking this morning, I had a hard time deciding what I'd do for my run. &lt;a href="http://runneratlarge.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-enough-is-enough.html"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt; wrote the other day about going through a rough time with wanting to run or enjoying her run. I commented to her, that is part and parcel of being a runner - you go through these love/hate cycles with running. This morning I could relate to her malaise. I decided that if I had to run, at least I'd try to enjoy the sites of Tinicum rather than trotting around the bowels of Delco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be an out and back route along the boring part of the lower loop, similar to what I did a earlier this month. I have it on good authority that the interesting part is quite overgrown and with the rain we've had recently, I can only imagine that it is even more so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze hung thickly over the reeds and marshy areas of Tinicum. Just another one of those gross summer mornings. Saw two full grown members of the Tinicum Track Club early on in my journey. They must have been feeling sluggish too because they let me get about twenty feet from them before cantering away. Of course zillions of bunnies abounded... and, really, that is only a &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;slight&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; exaggeration. At one point I had the image of popcorn popping as the bunnies seemed to pop out of the underbrush... one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about the out and back run is the pressure to make the return trip quicker. Funny, two years ago, that concept didn't really occur to me. Today, like the saturated air, the tyranny of the return trip weighed upon me. I knew I'd be disappointed in my run - regardless of how I felt overall - if I did not shave a decent chunk of seconds off the second half of the run. I didn't want to... I kept thinking of Maggie and of not even wanting to run anymore... but then I also thought of not wanting to deal with feeling crappy about a slower second split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, I picked it up a bit. It was hard, I was pretty much hating it. And, yes, mission accomplished. Somehow though, there was not much of a feeling of satisfaction... and it certainly was not equitable to the feeling of disappointment I know I would have experienced had I failed to achieve my goal. Such is the tyranny of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:20 - out&lt;br /&gt;18:11 - back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8523818787934682341?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8523818787934682341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8523818787934682341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8523818787934682341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8523818787934682341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/07/tyranny.html' title='Tyranny'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3926416053252541815</id><published>2008-07-28T11:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:05:06.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Museum Loop</title><content type='html'>Ran the Art Museum loop yesterday morning... not as early as I would have liked, but for good reason. I haven't run this loop in a little while - certainly pre-back-injury. I'm glad to be getting my weekly mileage back in the normal range. I need to be doing a better job of building my core strength so I don't have to endure any more of these setbacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the farthest I've ran in over a month and I was a bit surprised and disappointed in how difficult it was. I can blame part of it on the heat/humidity, but probably not all of it. I walked for a quarter mile somewhere in the sixth mile of the loop. I was just tired and overheated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept a fairly consistent 8:45 pace throughout the run and I was satisfied with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 miles in 70:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3926416053252541815?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3926416053252541815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3926416053252541815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3926416053252541815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3926416053252541815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/07/art-museum-loop.html' title='Art Museum Loop'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7800091799118423350</id><published>2008-07-25T10:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:52:04.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the WP</title><content type='html'>I've been slacking a bit with keeping up the blog entries. I ran Wednesday... 4.5 on the treddy in 39:03. Nothing notable to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was back on familiar territory, outfitted in my cute new skort (birthday compliments of my friends Stacey and Scott). It's been a while since I've roamed the streets of West Philly. As I was dressing and trying to motivate myself for the run, I found myself looking forward to revisiting some of the old sights and sounds of the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful morning ... one of those rare summer mornings where the humidity has relented a bit. I was even able to enjoy a breeze or two. While I wouldn't call the route I ran hilly, per se, it certainly isn't flat. I was eager to see how I would do. I won't lie, I was tired. I contemplated stopping here and there. I cursed the traffic lights for being too cooperative and not allowing me the excuse to pause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, though, I felt good and am truly feeling like I'm getting back to normal, whatever that means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.15&lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=2111677"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in 45:02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Oh yeah.... I totally forgot to add that I ran twice while in Denver visiting my family. I ran Saturday the 22nd at Green Mountain for about 40 minutes in the blazing sun... yes, it was hilly. Monday I ran three one mile loops around a lake. The first and third loop were with my sister at her pace. I did the second loop solo and was disappointed that, despite my effort, the mile came in at 8:40. Must be the altitude ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7800091799118423350?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7800091799118423350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7800091799118423350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7800091799118423350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7800091799118423350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-wp.html' title='Back in the WP'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-808409022913856762</id><published>2008-07-18T08:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:56:39.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech</title><content type='html'>Hazy, Hot, Humid.... but really... what else should I expect from a mid-July morning? I got out early enough to see the sun as a blazing red fireball low on the horizon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1984929"&gt;Acme Loop&lt;/a&gt; which felt hillier than usual. I'm sure it was. Felt pretty good once I got through the first three or four minutes of the run. I felt like the heat and my recent hiatus were slowing me down, but checking back on the last time I ran this route, seems I was mistaken since I ran it 30 seconds faster this time. Not that 30 seconds is all that much... but it's something... some sign of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.58 in 39:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-808409022913856762?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/808409022913856762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=808409022913856762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/808409022913856762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/808409022913856762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/07/blech.html' title='Blech'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7856316364732762322</id><published>2008-07-16T16:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:31:18.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and Back</title><content type='html'>Felt surprisingly good during my run this morning considering that I woke up feeling pretty bad. The Advil fairy came to my rescue and kept me from blowing off the day's run entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did an out and back route along Tinicum's boring part. I knew from walking the loop a few weeks ago that the interesting part was well overgrown. Plus, I wanted to keep my mileage at about four miles since I'm still sort of taking it easy on my back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of the boring part parallels I-95 (which is part of what makes it boring). The 1 mile sign for the Prospect Park exit is about two miles from my house, so I set that as a goal for my turn around point. Once I reached that point (about 16:30 into the run), however, I decided to keep running until 18 minutes and then turn around. Don't ask me why I chose 18 minutes... I just did. Point is... I made it back to my original start point in 17:10, so I felt good about picking up the pace a bit for that second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure of the exact distance... call it 4.25 in 35:10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7856316364732762322?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7856316364732762322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7856316364732762322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7856316364732762322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7856316364732762322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-and-back.html' title='Out and Back'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5879202020336866155</id><published>2008-07-13T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:46:45.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Je me souviens</title><content type='html'>No... today's post has nothing to do with Quebec. It has to do with me remembering what it's like to run. Sure, I've done a few 2 mile jaunts here and there since hurting my back, but today I did a &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;whole&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; five miles. I couldn't help but note that five used to be a typical weekday distance for me. Now, today, it's my long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time it takes me to cover five miles allows ample time for reflection on what I like and what I don't like about running. Given the late afternoon hour of my run, I opted for the cooler indoor confines of the treddy. Started off easily... first two miles were at a 9 minute pace. The last three were progressively faster with the last mile probably being a bit below 8:30 pace. Everything felt fine, I'm happy to report, though I could definitely feel that this was twice as far as I've run in the last three weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else for me to say about this run. It helped me/my body remember what it used to do on a regular basis, though it was not in and of itself a memorable run. And, of course, as I was nearing the 5 mile mark - I was at about 4.8? - my headphone cord became entangled with the emergency stop switch... bring my run to a premature halt. Of course, running 4.8? miles would never due when I planned to run 5. So I cranked up the treadmill again and did another .40 miles just for good measure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it 5.25 miles in 45 and change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5879202020336866155?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5879202020336866155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5879202020336866155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5879202020336866155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5879202020336866155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/07/je-me-souviens.html' title='Je me souviens'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-4198260200166729691</id><published>2008-07-10T11:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:59:07.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easing (my) back into things</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to report that my back is really feeling a lot, a lot better. What a difference two weeks makes. Went to the chiro/PT yesterday and began the rehab portion of the program, which essentially entails strengthening exercises for my back and my core muscles. When the PT guy asked me, "What kind of crunches do you normally do?"... I had to laugh... I'm a firm believer in zero minute abs. I hate crunches. Apparently this is part of my problems.... weak core strength. That, combined with my "hypermobility" makes for the perfect storm for back problems like I had two weeks ago. So I have yet another regimen of exercises to do... many of which involve one of those annoying exercise balls, which I'll have to purchase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best news is that I am (sort of) running again. As I wrote, I did two miles on the treddy on Tuesday. I didn't write about it yesterday, but I did another two on the treddy again. Today, I ventured into the great outdoors. Running three days in a row is virtually unheard of for me, but I didn't feel like yet another gym work out and I wanted to see how running outside would feel. So I kept it conservative and ran this &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=2065366"&gt;2.3 mile &lt;/a&gt;loop. I felt good, but was surprised that I could tell the difference in how my back felt from treddy running to running outside. Running outside felt like a bit more of a strain, but really, overall, it was good and I'm feeling optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.3 in 19:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-4198260200166729691?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/4198260200166729691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=4198260200166729691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4198260200166729691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4198260200166729691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/07/easing-my-back-into-things.html' title='Easing (my) back into things'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7728889608303826283</id><published>2008-07-08T16:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:13:23.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Booooooring....</title><content type='html'>Second day back to running... again.. the non-exciting treddy.. another two miles.  I, again, felt like I could do more but decided not to since it was recommended that I not run quite yet.  But really, I feel fine.. I feel good.  I may even salsa this week.  I at least feel like it won't be long until I'm back in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7728889608303826283?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7728889608303826283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7728889608303826283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7728889608303826283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7728889608303826283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/07/booooooring.html' title='Booooooring....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7139270351621070835</id><published>2008-07-04T17:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:05:19.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth!</title><content type='html'>For all three or four people who might actually check this blog on at least a semi-regular basis.... perhaps you've noticed that I haven't had an entry as of late. I did something &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;really bad&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to my back a week and a half ago. I'm not sure exactly what... popular theories include things like rupturing or slipping a disk, pinching a nerve, etc. What ever I did. It hurt. A lot. For a day I questioned if and when I'd walk again. Luckily the answer to that question was: the next day. Over the past week and a half, things have gotten progressively better and the question changed to if and when would I run and/or salsa again. These two activities have been mainstays of my life for a while now and not being able to do either one has been very trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tancredichiropractic.com/"&gt;The chiropractor&lt;/a&gt; I've been seeing has recommended that I not do either for another week. I try to listen... really I do. But the past two days have been tempting since I've been feeling about 90% better. I was sorely tempted to run yesterday, but since it was my birthday (see &lt;a href="http://www.cakestar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy's blog&lt;/a&gt; for a picture of the beautiful cake she made me), I figured the last thing I wanted to do was to reinjure myself... so I waited... until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing monumental in and of itself... just two miles and I did it on the treadmill in case something bad happened. But I felt good. I kept the pace at just over 9 minutes for the first mile and just under nine for the second mile. I felt good. The back felt fine and best of all I felt like I could keep going. I'll probably run again Monday ... probably on the treadmill again to be safe... but maybe I'll go for three... we'll see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being injured, stopped in your tracks, is frustrating. I truly try not to take for granted being healthy even though I feel somewhat entitled to good health... given that I'm still (somewhat) young, active, and try to make smart choices for myself. I'm glad to be feeling better and hopefully getting back to my usual routine. So I'll probably run Monday, salsa Tuesday and Wednesday, run Wednesday too and again on Friday... that's not too much, is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7139270351621070835?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7139270351621070835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7139270351621070835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7139270351621070835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7139270351621070835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth.html' title='Happy Fourth!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-4621490357562743244</id><published>2008-06-24T23:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:37:48.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Ford Tempo, You're a Maserati</title><content type='html'>That's from a Kathleen Edwards song that's stuck in my head.  Feeling like a Ford Tempo these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two miles pre spin class in 16:52&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-4621490357562743244?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/4621490357562743244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=4621490357562743244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4621490357562743244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4621490357562743244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-ford-tempo-youre-maserati.html' title='I&apos;m a Ford Tempo, You&apos;re a Maserati'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-136069669167234234</id><published>2008-06-22T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:25:10.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure that was a good idea</title><content type='html'>Yeah... so I ran today.... don't know what I was thinking. I ran farther than usual yesterday and was feeling great about that run, so it wasn't like I was feeling the need to catch up today. Just got some extra agida to burn off, I suppose. Somehow I thought a short little jaunt at the hottest point in the day was a good idea and maybe it was. Its sometimes hard to know what to do with these feelings. Salsa isn't for another six or so hours, so I needed some release. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 in 20:20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-136069669167234234?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/136069669167234234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=136069669167234234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/136069669167234234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/136069669167234234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-sure-that-was-good-idea.html' title='Not sure that was a good idea'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7457076053221814336</id><published>2008-06-21T10:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:30:13.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recalibrated</title><content type='html'>We are creatures of habit. Well, I know I am. When my routine gets disturbed, it's usually not a good thing. Spending the last two days in Lancaster at a conference is not typical to my schedule.... there is even more sitting than usual and there are lots of snacks available to nosh on throughout the day. Sitting and noshing, sitting and noshing... that was the routine for Thursday and Friday. Oh yeah, and no running. I had brought running clothes and had even consulted a local map to plot out a running course. I'll blame my coworker for me not running - since she and her friends from Lancaster (no they weren't Amish) were influential in me drinking more than I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wiped out from all that nonactivity so I went to bed at 9pm last night and slept the whole night through. I awoke feeling refreshed and ready for a nice long run to help recalibrate my system. I knew Tinicum would be on the menu. Having hiked the lower loop a few days earlier, I knew the 'interesting' part of the lower loop was very overgrown, so I opted to forgo that section. Instead, I decided to run out the boring part, do twice around the upper loop, and then back down the boring part and home. I wasn't sure what the mileage of this would work out to, but I knew it would be an ambitious run for me, which is what I wanted. I decided to keep the pace relaxed and to allow myself to walk, if need be, in order to ensure that I did what I set out to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty good setting out... kept the pace under control and was happy that my body wasn't doing any of the funny achy stuff it sometimes does. When I reached the upper parking lot at the top of the upper loop, I met a man from Seattle who is in town with his daughter visiting colleges. They are staying in one of the nearby airport hotels. He asked me if there were any good running trails in Tinicum. Ha! Well, he may have gotten more than he bargained for. I invited him to run along with me and I would tell him about Tinicum. It was nice, we ran together for probably about a mile and a half before he dropped back. It made me realize how much I miss having a regular running partner. The time goes so much more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the top of the upper loop again, I decided to look for a water fountain. I knew there was a visitor's center there, but had never ventured inside. Not only are there two water fountains... there's also a bathroom! Good to know. Heading back down the upper loop, I was feeling pretty tired, which wasn't surprising given that I had been running for about eighty minutes. I knew it would be tough for me to continue running the entire way home, so I took two short walk breaks, which helped a lot, and eventually, I did make it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piecing together various G-maps (and subtracting out what I walked)... looks like I ran about 12.2 miles in 1:47:30. Felt good and now all systems are back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7457076053221814336?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7457076053221814336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7457076053221814336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7457076053221814336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7457076053221814336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/06/recalibrated.html' title='Recalibrated'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7121722727317436990</id><published>2008-06-18T15:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:08:04.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good enough</title><content type='html'>I was pressed for time this morning with an 8am appointment on the schedule. Managed to get myself out the door by 5:15 for my run, but I still knew I wouldn't have as much time as I wanted. Temps were a bit on the chilly side this morning which was nice for a change, though I fear that it interfered with my whole acclimating to the heat thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a ghetto Acme loop this morning, which included the hill that I ended up walking part of last week. Good news is I didn't walk up the hill this week and, in general, I felt pretty good. I was disappointed that my overall time wasn't faster since it felt like it should have been, but that's okay. I got out there and ran and felt good and any day I can say that, I'll chalk up to a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.2 in 36:40.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7121722727317436990?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7121722727317436990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7121722727317436990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7121722727317436990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7121722727317436990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-enough.html' title='Good enough'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6081264786806292478</id><published>2008-06-15T10:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:44:06.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression</title><content type='html'>I used to subscribe to Runner's World. Not finding it all that useful and sometimes feeling inadequate compared to their cover models, I decided not to renew the subscription when it ran out. In an attempt to woo me back, they sent me a complimentary copy of the July 2008 issue in which there is an article about progression runs (which I read while falling asleep on the couch). I decided to make today's run an attempt at a progression run. I remembered last week, running with Amy at a somewhat slower pace, I felt great pretty much the whole time, despite it being a very, very hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to the Art Museum around 7am, trying to beat the heat, though there's no beating the humidity. I remembered in the article reading about breaking the run down into three segments, trying to make each segment progressively faster. Given that I haven't done a good, long run in a while, I decided to think of this run as a 6 mile run (3 two-mile segments) with the extra two and a half tacked on at the end for good measure. So, the first two miles were a nice and easy 9:20 pace. I had no trouble maintaining the pace and could feel the urge to run faster. I wanted miles 3 and 4 to be at a 9 minute pace, but I over (or under) shot my goal and the miles came in at 8:53 and 8:55, respectively. At this point I was hot and a bit tired, but I tried to push through and surprised myself by turning in mile 5 at 8:37 and mile 6 at 8:31 ... and then just because I was feeling like it, mile 7 came in at 8:30. Now I was really hot and tired. I took it easy during mile 8 - running about a 9 minute pace. I accidentally hit the stop button instead of the split button at the eight mile marker, so I don't know what I did for that last half mile, and, really, it matters not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 miles in 70:40 ... the other half mile ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6081264786806292478?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6081264786806292478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6081264786806292478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6081264786806292478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6081264786806292478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/06/progression.html' title='Progression'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5068820707737254021</id><published>2008-06-13T09:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:52:14.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acclimating</title><content type='html'>Headed out the door about 6:30 this morning, later than I wanted but still early enough so that the temps were cool enough. Still, summer running takes a bit of getting used to. The air isn't just warmer, it's thicker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1984929"&gt;Acme loop&lt;/a&gt; this morning, which gives me some hills. I felt slow this morning... though not as bad as I did on Wednesday, so I guess I'll be happy for the improvement. I had that I-wanna-stop feeling several times along the way, especially up the hills, but I managed to keep going, mainly by making myself little deals along the way. &lt;em&gt;Just make it to that tree, light post, sign, etc. and you can stop if you still feel this bad&lt;/em&gt;. I'm glad I was able to keep going. I know it's silly, but I do feel a sense of failure if I stop during a run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my pace was a bit slower than I wanted it to be, but I allowed myself that given that I'm still acclimating to the change in conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 in 40 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5068820707737254021?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5068820707737254021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5068820707737254021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5068820707737254021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5068820707737254021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/06/acclimating.html' title='Acclimating'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2069986434758413957</id><published>2008-06-11T17:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:56:22.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>I knew from the first few paces that my run wouldn't be easy.  It's not unusual to feel that way at the beginning of a run, but most times, it gets better at some point along the way and that heavy, out of breath feeling from early on seems a distant memory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't go that way today.  Just about every step was labored and at two points along the way, I walked... which I hate to do.... but I tried to not be too hard on myself this morning.  At least I got out there and ran... put one foot in front of the other and kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.65 miles in 42 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2069986434758413957?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2069986434758413957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2069986434758413957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2069986434758413957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2069986434758413957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-1672381401040136529</id><published>2008-06-07T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:54:35.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Hello There Summer...</title><content type='html'>You're a little early, but that's okay.  It's always nice when you can actually SEE the humidity.  Steamy, I think, would best describe the conditions this morning.  I met Amy (!!!yeah!!!) at Falls Bridge at 8am this morning for a fun-filled jaunt around the loop.  Temps were already in the mid 70s at that point and it was just getting to that part in the morning where the sun is strong enough to burn through the haze.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our time, which was smart, and solved each other's life problems along the way - as is our usual routine.  Once we reached the Art Museum we agreed to do a 1/2 run, 1/4 mile walk thing to preserve our energy and keep Amy's head from popping off.  (She was worried it would.  I assured her I'd do my best to catch it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon Boat races were today.  Amy's friend Lee/Leigh is the captain of the Tsunami Dragons, so we made sure to catch up with her after her first race.  Amy decided to stay and hang with Lee/Leigh while I finished the loop - running the remainder of the way. (And, no, Amy, I still don't hate you for abandoning me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, it was a treat to run with Amy.  Of course, without her for that last mile and a half, I put the pressure on myself to pick up the pace.  And, really, I just wanted to be done at that point.  My goal for the day was to run for an hour - which I accomplished just as I dropped off Amy.  So that extra mile and a half or so on top of that were just gravy - which was fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran for a 72 minutes.  Unsure of the miles covered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-1672381401040136529?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/1672381401040136529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=1672381401040136529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1672381401040136529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1672381401040136529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-hello-there-summer.html' title='Well, Hello There Summer...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6088456390528138653</id><published>2008-06-04T10:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:01:50.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>Yes, it was pouring rain when I woke up this morning - just as it was last night when I came home from salsa. Still, I couldn't bring myself to do yet another hamster wheel run. I impressed myself by getting out of bed and dressing to run. As a reward, it seemed, the rain slowed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew today's run would be no great shakes, and it wasn't. I was tired, my legs didn't really want to go, but I was glad to be out and running. The air was warm, as was the rain. I left the iPod at home (not the watch though) and just listened to the sounds of the rain, my footsteps, my breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meandering through my blue-collar neighborhood, I worried less and less about the run and just tried to enjoy myself. I watched people struggling to stay dry while getting in their cars on their way to work. It made me smile to know that I'd be doing the same dance soon enough even though there I was running through it without even a baseball cap. I felt a sense of freedom that was both sad and sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it wasn't the fastest run I've ever done, I set out to run for 40 minutes and that's what I did. So, mission accomplished, and as an added bonus, I was baptized into a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4.5 in 40 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6088456390528138653?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6088456390528138653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6088456390528138653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6088456390528138653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6088456390528138653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/06/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3989233969638818974</id><published>2008-05-30T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:49:53.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been in the blogging frame of mind lately - at least not blogging about running. Sometimes I think I should switch to blogging about Salsa because that seems so much more interesting, but for now, I'll stick with the current format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the gym this morning because prior to vacation, I had left a favorite necklace of mine in one of the lockers at the gym. Luckily I realized it pretty quickly and was able to call them and have them put it aside for me. Unfortunately, it's locked up in the safe (which is nice and all, but the things prolly worth less than 40 bucks), so I need a manager to retrieve it and, apparently, there's no manager on duty until 10 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... I did a hamster wheel run. Nothing fancy, nothing out of the ordinary. And unfortunately that fresh-as-a-daisy feeling I had earlier in the week is pretty much gone by now. But I ran, and that's the whole point, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 miles in 42:27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3989233969638818974?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3989233969638818974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3989233969638818974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3989233969638818974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3989233969638818974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-havent-been-in-blogging-frame-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8972353357225438720</id><published>2008-05-28T14:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:30:12.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Springy!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow... taking a week off from running seems to have helped my legs recoup a bit.  Today was my second run since being back from vacation.  I did a neighborhood loop with a few hills - just shy of five miles - and even towards the ends of the run, my legs felt downright springy.  It was such a nice and unusual feeling.  Maybe I should take time off more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.86 in 41:24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8972353357225438720?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8972353357225438720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8972353357225438720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8972353357225438720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8972353357225438720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/05/springy.html' title='Springy!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-814768198935688480</id><published>2008-05-25T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:07:35.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SDmZRq7hOfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fZ_CDQyemfM/s1600-h/27+View+from+the+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SDmZRq7hOfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fZ_CDQyemfM/s400/27+View+from+the+top.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204359373264075250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... it really was that beautiful. Seebo and I just returned from a week long getaway to Tortola where the lizards, chickens, and beautiful beaches are plentiful. It was nothing short of amazing. If you want to see more pics ... just ask... but given that this is a running blog... I'll stick to running stuff (mostly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both gave up running for the week, but I'll tell ya.. anyone who thinks they've done hills before hasn't seen squat until they've seen the hills on Tortola. Walking them was quite enough for me. Anyway... back to running....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran Tinicum this morning - just the 4.5 miles that comprises the lower loop and the out and back to my place. I was sure that I'd see turtles this time around since this was the exact weekend I saw them laying eggs last year, but alas, there was no sign of them. Seebo hypothesized that either I wasn't looking hard enough or that I had already fulfilled my turtle viewing quota for the year given that we had seen several sea turtles while snorkeling in Lenister Bay. I'm not sure where the turtles have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the watch at home - trying to stay on island time as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-814768198935688480?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/814768198935688480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=814768198935688480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/814768198935688480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/814768198935688480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/05/island-time.html' title='Island Time'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SDmZRq7hOfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fZ_CDQyemfM/s72-c/27+View+from+the+top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6717065945288585231</id><published>2008-05-16T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:00:17.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10k before Vay-Cay</title><content type='html'>That's 6.25 the day before leaving for vacation.... on the treddy (on account of the rain).... in 52:42. Felt like a rock star... well, not really, but I felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the really important piece of news, which is somewhat sad, is that the Cluster Map at the bottom of this page was reset on May 14th. This means that all of my beloved red dots of various sizes from all 'round the globe have disappeared. It's too bad, really, because it gave me a lot of joy to know that at least three people on the continent of Africa had stumbled across my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No running for the next week, but plenty of snorkeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6717065945288585231?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6717065945288585231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6717065945288585231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6717065945288585231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6717065945288585231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/05/10k-before-vay-cay.html' title='10k before Vay-Cay'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7520496800608738770</id><published>2008-05-11T12:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:16:05.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie's National Naked Running Day (observed)</title><content type='html'>A few days ago my friend and fellow runner/blogger, Maggie, wrote a lovely post about getting back to the simplicity of running; running for running's sake. You really should &lt;a href="http://runneratlarge.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-school.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; and read it - it's very thoughtful and nicely written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, Maggie suggested that this coming Monday, we observe and celebrate Maggie's National Naked Running Day. No, she's not suggesting a mass streak across the city of Philadelphia. Rather, she suggests we leave our watches, iPods, Garmines (if you have one), and technical running gear at home and just go out and "enjoy the run for what it is". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule didn't happen to sync up to allow me to observe this 'holiday' on Monday, so I chose to celebrate a day early. Now... to be fair... I don't really have non-technical running clothes - so I just wore what I normally wear. And, I don't usually run with my iPod unless I'm on the hamster wheel, so leaving that behind wasn't too difficult. Leaving the watch on the dresser, however, was not easy. I won't lie. I looked at the clock immediately before and immediately after I ran - so I do know &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;approximately&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; how long I was out... and of course I G-mapped the course (which I had already had archived) so I could know how far I ran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessing these things may make it seem like I cheated a bit, and maybe I did, you can decide for yourself. But for me, I had the right mindset. I ran a neighborhood route, through the bowels of Southeast Delco - watching people doing yard work, walking home from church, or arriving for Mother's Day celebrations. The weather was beautiful and lots of stuff was in bloom. There is this one particular stretch of road that is about a mile in length that falls around the fifth mile of this loop. I love this road for the simple fact that, to me, it has the perfect rolling hills. You really can't even call them hills. Not even I, who might consider some large speed bumps hills, would call these hills. Rather, the roll of the road with its slight inclinations and declinations make it a very enjoyable stretch for me to run. It was a very zen like experience for me today running that stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, a week past Broad Street, two weeks past the Lehigh Valley Half Marathon, and I'm trying NOT to worry about pace. It was a challenge, but I'm glad that I was able to do it. I felt good, strong, and thankful that I have the ability to get out there and enjoy the run for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the suggestion, Maggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8.2 in about 72 minutes - sorry... old habits die hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Ran 5 miles(42:22)on Friday on the treddy due to the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7520496800608738770?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7520496800608738770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7520496800608738770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7520496800608738770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7520496800608738770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/05/maggies-national-naked-running-day.html' title='Maggie&apos;s National Naked Running Day (observed)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2957372854453429488</id><published>2008-05-07T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:01:51.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinicum.... yes, again... you'd run there too if you lived close by</title><content type='html'>I guess it's still a little early for the Tinicum Turtles, but that didn't stop me from looking hard for them during my morning run.  I didn't see any dug-up spots where they might have already laid their eggs.  I wonder if somehow the eco-system of Tinicum is different this year, causing the turtles to change their breeding patterns.  There has been a good deal of change in Tinicum over the past year - significant clearings, drainage, etc.  I'll give it another few more weeks before I get too concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, this was my first run since Broad Street.  I am still feeling soreness in my legs - mainly my left quad, but my calves too.  Otherwise, the run felt good.  I felt like I was keeping a decent pace, but wasn't pushing too hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the initial loop plus and out and back along the trail that connects the lower and upper loops.  Ate a bunch of spider webs and counted nine or ten bunnies along the way - all adults.  I'm sure the brazen adolescents will be out soon.  A couple of deer were out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.6 in 48:41&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2957372854453429488?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2957372854453429488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2957372854453429488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2957372854453429488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2957372854453429488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/05/tinicum-yes-again-youd-run-there-too-if.html' title='Tinicum.... yes, again... you&apos;d run there too if you lived close by'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-4004462242707310428</id><published>2008-05-04T16:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:39:16.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broad (running down the) Street</title><content type='html'>As smart of a race as I ran last weekend... this weekend, I was kind of a dumbass. It all worked out in the end, but it didn't feel good. For some reason, this past Friday seemed like a really great day to do some serious weight training. I don't know why. Yes, of course, I knew it was two days before Broad Street, but that didn't stop me from doing squats, lunges, and lots of upper body work. Somehow it seemed like a good idea at the time. Saturday I woke up so very sore and so very sorry, knowing that this wouldn't go away by Sunday... and I was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was great, overcast and cool... no significant wind. Just like last weekend. Of course it was a zoo... as usual. With 22,000+ registrants, how could it not be? The first mile was the usual zig zag-ing through the throng of runners. I knew I went out fast - first mile was something like 8:04. Silly for me to be running the first mile that fast. I knew I should slow down and I tried, but miles 2, 3, and 4 came in around 8:14. You might be tempted to think that I was feeling good, putting in splits like that. When, in truth, I wasn't feeling so good and I knew I'd be in trouble down the road. Since I was so sore from lifting, my body and my legs felt tired, pretty much from the get go. But I knew that the tired and sore feelings were more about my Friday weight-lifting-fest - so I didn't feel like I could trust the messages I was receiving from my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I made it around City Hall, I was definitely hurting. I saw my friend, Ron, spectating in the crowd right before mile 6, so that helped. It's always nice to see someone you know cheering you on. By the time I hit mile seven, the momentum was gone and I was toast. Shortly past the mile 7 marker, I stopped and walked for a short bit. I knew the last three miles were going to be really long, and they were. I kept trying to tell myself that I had less than 5k to go, but that didn't make it any easier. I walked a second time during mile eight, but still somehow managed to do it in under 9 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got to the 8 mile marker, I knew I had just two more miles to go. Unfortunately, these are the two most uninteresting miles of the course and seem to drag on forever. I just wanted to be done. I don't know what pace those last two miles were - certainly slower than my first few, but probably around 8:30 or less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is... for as crappy as I felt and given the fact that I walked here and there during those last three miles... I was surprised to find that I beat my time from last year. Not by much, but by about a half minute. The Broad Street web-site was down at the time of this posting, but by my watch, I ran it in 1:23:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Update&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip Time 1:23:14 - which is the exact time I ran it in in 2006&lt;br /&gt;7th Place in the Rebecca Division (out of 66)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-4004462242707310428?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/4004462242707310428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=4004462242707310428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4004462242707310428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4004462242707310428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/05/broad-running-down-street.html' title='Broad (running down the) Street'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3266668768798673208</id><published>2008-05-01T09:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:03:48.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my fitness</title><content type='html'>I've been taking a nice little rest since last Sunday. My legs were pretty sore for a few days following the Lehigh Valley half. This morning, was my first run and really, my first return to exercise since then. I meant to run yesterday morning, but a late Salsa night squashed that plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out to do my usual West Philly loop and felt pretty good. I noticed some soreness in my calves, but this wasn't the same as the tightness/soreness that has plagued me in weeks past. This was more just residual soreness from charging the Lehigh hills last Sunday. Ok, ok, so 'charging' is probably a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did bring my watch, but now I forget what my time for the loop was. I know that I was running on the faster end of my usual pace - so probably around an 8:30 pace on average. Really, this morning was about shaking out the cobwebs and priming the pump for Sunday. I'll probably go to the gym tomorrow morning and throw around some iron - just so I keep that buff feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain stay away for Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3266668768798673208?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3266668768798673208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3266668768798673208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3266668768798673208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3266668768798673208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/05/keeping-my-fitness.html' title='Keeping my fitness'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-1147771257267021515</id><published>2008-04-27T18:11:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:32:34.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Time Ever (***update at end of post***)</title><content type='html'>It's been a bit of a rough week. I was glad for it to be over and head up to the beautiful Lehigh Valley for the half marathon this weekend with my good friend, Amy. This is my third consecutive year running this race. I ran it with Amy the first year and she returned again this year for another go at it. We came into town early afternoon on Saturday to go to the expo. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBT9pIk5F8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/oanIRp2m2F0/s1600-h/lehighhalf2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBT9pIk5F8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/oanIRp2m2F0/s320/lehighhalf2008+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194055153383708610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Amy,, looking cute as ever with her expo gear bag. And here we are, oh so cute and fabulous outside the expo. I'm warning you... if you haven't already figured it out.. there are going to be a lot of pictures in this entry, so if you're one of those running goobers who is primarily interested in the blow-by-blow race report, perhaps this entry isn't for you. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBT9_Ik5F9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/t3SkUwg5xrg/s1600-h/lehighhalf2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBT9_Ik5F9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/t3SkUwg5xrg/s320/lehighhalf2008+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194055531340830674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The past two years, there has been a Peep car at the expo. Essentially, it's a yellow VW Beetle with a giant yellow peep chick molded onto the top. It's become tradition to have one's picture taken with the Peep-mobile. We were sorely disappointed at it's absence this year. So, of course, I improvised. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBT_jYk5F-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/7fJbyUlQZI4/s1600-h/lehighhalf2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBT_jYk5F-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/7fJbyUlQZI4/s320/lehighhalf2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194057253622716386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy was nervous that I'd be arrested by one of the half dozen officers standing about twenty feet away. Of course, that didn't happen. If she hadn't have been such a nervous Nelly, I may have hopped up on the seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the expo, we took a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.allentownrecycles.org/drop_off/index.jsp"&gt;Allentown's recycling center&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, it's more exciting than it may sound. And then, off to the hairdresser. Amy has lived in the Philadelphia area for several years now, but being the loyal lass that she is, she returns every few months to visit her hairdresser of ten years (who's name is escaping me right now). Fabulous 'do! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUCAok5F_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/si2czz31eBs/s1600-h/lehighhalf2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUCAok5F_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/si2czz31eBs/s320/lehighhalf2008+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194059955157145586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We (her hairdresser and I) tried to talk her into something a little different, but clearly, Amy doesn't do too well with change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUDrIk5GAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1mg9j9zBsi0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUDrIk5GAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1mg9j9zBsi0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194061784813213698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After buying some fabulous new sunglasses at the Bon-ton (dig the zexy security tag), we met up with Sarah, Meera, Tom, and Deb for a lovely dinner at one of Allentown's fine dining establishments. Then it was off to one of the new super-fabulous Wawas (you know, the fancy ones with the gas pumps) to get some breakfast stuff. Amy didn't know it, but I lifted a Sweet &amp; Low packet right from under the noses of some of Allentown's finest (for some reason, I think they were following us). Here I am posing for my mug shot. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUEk4k5GBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bN0pYoF2b0k/s1600-h/lehighhalf2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUEk4k5GBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bN0pYoF2b0k/s320/lehighhalf2008+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194062776950659090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We arrived plenty early for the pre-race socializing (and porta-potty-party). This is one of my favorite pictures... truly captures what me and Amy are all about. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUKeIk5GCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Eb9OX_t2rDE/s1600-h/lehighhalf2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUKeIk5GCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Eb9OX_t2rDE/s320/lehighhalf2008+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194069258056308770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had made arrangements to meet up with &lt;a href="http://runneratlarge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt; - a fellow blogger who I have not before had the pleasure of meeting. Unfortunately, by the time we caught up with each other, my bag (along with my camera) had been checked. It was great to finally meet her and her husband after reading her blog for so many months.  See Maggie's blog for an artistic rendering of the scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay... onto the actual race stuff.... We could not have asked for a better day, weather wise. Conditions were puuurfect. Overcast, low 50s, no real wind to speak of. Just perfect. This is definitely the hilliest race that I regularly run. This being my third shot at it, I felt fairly comfortable in knowing where the hills are and what, in general, to expect from the course. There are slight and gradual inclines and declines in the first five or six miles, but it really isn't until into the eighth mile that the hills start to come. None of them are particularly long, but some of them are fairly steep. Plus after already running eight or more miles, the legs are kind of tired. Miles eight, nine, and ten have the worst of the hills. Knowing this, I kept my pace in check for those first six miles, I knew that I'd like to average an 8:40 pace or below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first three miles were each 8:35 exactly. Yes, I was impressed with my pacing. Subsequent miles were a bit faster, but I was feeling strong and felt as though the pace was relaxed. Of course, the hills were a bummer and tough, but I got through them as well as I could and still had enough left in the tank to run well enough in those last three miles. I vividly remember last year, just having almost nothing left by that point and really hating the race. It didn't get to that point this year, and for that, I was very pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of this posting, the official results weren't up, but according to my watch, I finished in 1:52:20 - more than 5 minutes ahead of my time from last year and my fastest time on this course by over three minutes. I was pleased. I really felt like I ran a smart race. This kind of feels like another first in my evolution as a runner - actually having a plan for a race and successfully implementing it. I'm happy! And Amy surprised herself with running a great race for supposedly being out of shape. Whatever, Amy... you rock. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUMxok5GFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dZByIOlPUFs/s1600-h/lehighhalf2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUMxok5GFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dZByIOlPUFs/s320/lehighhalf2008+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194071792087013458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to 'cool down' by walking back to the hotel - which was probably about a mile from the race finish. We debated the merits of this decision - given that our legs were aching and we were both having some left knee issues. But this made it all worthwhile. Only in Allentown, ladies and gentlemen: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUMP4k5GDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PCWAWKX9ZZ8/s1600-h/lehighhalf2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUMP4k5GDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PCWAWKX9ZZ8/s400/lehighhalf2008+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194071212266428466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUMQIk5GEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IfaH4r66ZlM/s1600-h/lehighhalf2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBUMQIk5GEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IfaH4r66ZlM/s400/lehighhalf2008+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194071216561395778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please note the Jesus painting, the Monster Truck/Demolition Derby poster, and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Graham_(wrestler)"&gt;Billy Graham&lt;/a&gt; flyer (the wrestler, not to be confused with the Evangelical preacher). Priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will definitely be back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the stats you've all been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;Official Chip Time is 1:52:24&lt;br /&gt;54th woman in my age group (out of 246 women)&lt;br /&gt;306th woman out of 1527 women runners&lt;br /&gt;And MOST importantly....&lt;br /&gt;FIRST PLACE in the coveted Rebecca Division (out of 12)!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-1147771257267021515?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/1147771257267021515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=1147771257267021515' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1147771257267021515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1147771257267021515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-time-ever.html' title='The Best Time Ever (***update at end of post***)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/SBT9pIk5F8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/oanIRp2m2F0/s72-c/lehighhalf2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5415378734236843412</id><published>2008-04-25T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:10:11.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I'm getting spoiled by all of this beautiful weather. It's been so perfect for running - cool, but sunny... temps in the mid 50s. This morning was no exception. I woke up a bit before my alarm and just lay in bed listening to the chorus of birds.... the call of Tinicum. This is my second spring running there and it truly does feel like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out I went. My last run before Allentown. I left the watch at home and didn't even entertain the idea of the iPod. I knew this was going to be an easy run - just the initial loop (interesting part, then boring part). I felt good; I had energy; no nagging aches or pains. This, I thought, is how running &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;should&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about today's run... the interesting part was not so interesting. Of course it was beautiful and it was interesting to note just how much the foliage had grown, narrowing the path. I suppose its still too early for the turtles to be laying their eggs - a few more weeks. And yet, almost as soon as I set foot on the 'boring part', I spotted one of the first Tinicum bunnies of the season. Along that stretch, I'd see about seven or eight, in total. All adults - but I know that, too, will change soon. At one point, I felt like I was watching a rabbit relay. No sooner would one scurry down the trail and dart into the brush when another would appear to run the next leg. I could almost swear I saw them passing off a carrot to one another. And, of course, a few memebers of the official &lt;a href="http://www.georgemccarthy.com/p7ssm_img_2/fullsize/White-tailed_Deer_Doe_Texas_USA_fs.jpg"&gt;Tinicum track club &lt;/a&gt; were out and about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply a beautiful morning and I was glad to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5415378734236843412?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5415378734236843412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5415378734236843412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5415378734236843412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5415378734236843412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3428162794212813701</id><published>2008-04-23T11:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:42:19.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly Spring</title><content type='html'>Set out this morning around West Philly again. Beautiful morning. I so do not miss the cold and the wind from just last month. Seems like ages ago at this point. This being my 34th spring season on Earth, you'd think that I'd be accustomed by now to how quickly the grass grows, how instantly the leaves seem to appear on the trees. But every year it amazes me and catches me somewhat off guard. This morning I found myself marveling at the sudden appearance of life. I thought about Tinicum and that I should be running there today. Friday... for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running the 5k this weekend, I think my body was still in fast-runner mode and my first mile came in pretty fast for me - about 8:13. I tried to slow it down a bit, but my body just wanted to go, go, go. I felt good today... not like one of those I could run forever days, but still.... no maladies to report. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that to be true on Sunday as well when I run Lehigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the route a little bit short today (5.1 vs 5.4), after all, this is my taper week. I'll run the initial loop of Tinicum this Friday - and hopefully spot some turtles and bunnies... and then I'll rest up for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.1 in 43:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3428162794212813701?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3428162794212813701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3428162794212813701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3428162794212813701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3428162794212813701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/suddenly-spring.html' title='Suddenly Spring'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7576154592156527974</id><published>2008-04-19T20:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:53:02.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Reasons to Hate Clean Air</title><content type='html'>This morning was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;infamous&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (that means &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;more than&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; famous) Clean Air 5k. Last year Linmark messed up the measurement of the course - making it a 4.9k, much to the chagrin of more than just a few local runners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started out nicely - sunny day, a bit warm, but nice, really. I met up with some of the ole Red Rovers - Amy and Justin. Barb and JP were supposed to show, but overslept and missed the race. My co-worker, Stacey, joined us as well - making our team three redheads strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know what to expect from myself in this race. My training hasn't been great lately. If you've been keeping up, I've been complaining about how I've slowed down quite a bit - albeit unintentionally.... and there has been absolutely NO speed work going on. Plus I ran yesterday. Running two days in a row is not something I usually (read: hardly ever) do, so I wasn't sure how tired my legs would feel. But, as always, I would try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration pick up left a lot to be desired. They had no safety pins for the bibs - so the race folks were telling people not to bother with their bibs - and just to be sure they wore their chip. Ok fine. I overheard one runner ask someone behind the registration table what time the race began. He did not know. *Sheesh* Top notch race organization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my watch, so I had to rely on the course timers. The first mile marker was the only one (besides the finish) to have a timer. Mile 1 came in around 8:05. Mile 2 felt about as fast... maybe 3 to 5 seconds slower, but who really knows. Mile 3 I was tired. The sun was beating down and I really felt like my legs were beat. As I crossed what I thought was the finish line, I naturally slowed down... that is until I heard people in the crowd yelling to keep going, that the finish was, in fact, a couple dozen more yards away. Turns out Linmark never removed the chip timer mats from the start of the race... leading the runners (including me) to believe that these were the mat-timers for the finish of the race. Not so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.. no biggie - maybe I lost a second or two in the slow down. I crossed the finish line with a clock time of 25:30. Wondering what my chip time is? Yeah... so am I. I checked out the results... and I'm not there. So maybe I'm just making this whole story up - and I didn't really run the race. There is no proof that I did. Looking at Stacey's results, it looks like her chip time was about ten seconds faster than her clock time... so given that we started together, I guess that applies to me too. That's as close as it looks like I'm going to get to knowing my actual time. Good thing I didn't really have my heart set on doing well in this race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After grabbing some water, I found Stacey and we ran out to pick up Justin and his mother who were power-walking the race. Sadly, Justin did not beat the penguin this year. Don't worry Justin - you'll get him next year.... not so sure I'll be there to see it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm up - 5k - and cool down.... probably about 4.25 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7576154592156527974?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7576154592156527974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7576154592156527974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7576154592156527974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7576154592156527974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-reasons-to-hate-clean-air.html' title='More Reasons to Hate Clean Air'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6293555294584230615</id><published>2008-04-18T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:53:07.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Messages</title><content type='html'>Another beautiful spring morning... one where I was glad to be outside, glad that I fought that ever-present urge to stay in bed. And as I ran, I started to get the feeling that I was supposed to be out there running, that the universe was sending me 'signs' telling me that I was right where I should be. For example.... nearly all the traffic lights were green for me when I needed them to be. This almost NEVER happens - especially when running through the Penn Campus area and over the South Street bridge. But, I swear this to be true, I did not have to stop once or even slow down really during those first two miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ran through the park where people take their dogs in the morning (I just learned, through the miracles of the internet, that it's called the &lt;a href="http://outside.in/places/schuylkill-river-park-markward-playgroun-philadelphia"&gt;Markward Playground&lt;/a&gt;), I could see a long and slow moving freight train rumbling along the tracks. I wondered if my luck were running out and if I'd be forced to detour my route. But somehow I knew my streak would continue and, as luck would have it, the last cars of the train were passing over the cross-walk area just as I was coming around the bend. Yes, I truly felt that the stars (and freight cars) were aligning to make my run smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until I got hit by a car. Ok... so I wasn't really &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hit&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as much as I was bumped. I was crossing a street (where, of course, I had the green light). The cars were stopped, as they should have been, and I was passing in front of them when one car began rolling forward. I could see that the driver was twisted around - trying to fish something out of the back seat - and her foot must have slid or eased off the break. It wasn't a big deal and I know I scared the bejesus out of her when I pounded on the hood of her car to let her know, "Hey, you're hitting a pedestrian here!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeterred, I continued my run.... and then it almost happened again! This time it was a van was quickly backing out of an alley. I didn't see him, he didn't see me. Luckily, my cat like reflexes allowed me to skirt out of the way before any bumper-Reba contact could occur. Phew! That could have been ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... lesson learned... even when you feel like all is right in the universe and you're getting signs that you're good to go... be careful because you never know when something is going to come out of left field and knock you on your arse. And even though the universe might be sending you mixed messages... you've got to go out there and do what you think is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same 5.4 as Wednesday - in 47:20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and now &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-the-difference-between-hair-and-fur.htm"&gt;the answer to the question that's on everyone's mind&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone who is running Boston on Monday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6293555294584230615?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6293555294584230615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6293555294584230615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6293555294584230615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6293555294584230615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/mixed-messages.html' title='Mixed Messages'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8754768544300001090</id><published>2008-04-16T16:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:48:42.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>Been a busy day and I'm feeling more pressure to write reports, than to write a blog entry, so I'll keep this short. Of course I didn't want to run - that's been a theme lately for me, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;of course&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm glad I did. What a glorious spring morning. Really perfect. Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; couldn't find anything to complain about weather wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some tightness in my calves, but nothing major and I didn't even stop to stretch them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.4 thru West Philly in 47:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8754768544300001090?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8754768544300001090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8754768544300001090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8754768544300001090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8754768544300001090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-glory.html' title='Morning Glory'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6288996734717161443</id><published>2008-04-13T15:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:07:34.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing a Ghost</title><content type='html'>I don't know anyone who truly looks forward to a long run. I'm of the mind that anyone who says they do is a stinkin' liar. I knew I wanted to do 12ish today - my last long run before Allentown, but I won't lie to you... I wasn't looking forward to it. Part of the reason being that I've been in somewhat of a speed funk (or lack thereof, I should say) lately. I am happy that my shins/calves/hips/etc. have been keeping fairly quiet, but I am not happy that I have slowed down considerably since last fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tinicum and really did not put pressure on myself to run fast. I knew I'd be out there for a while and it was important to me to finish the run, so I kept the pace comfortable, though still pushing it here and there. I did the interesting part of the lower loop and then two full loops around Darby Lake before heading back down the connector stretch, down the boring part of the lower loop, and then home. My energy level was good for about three quarters of the run and then I was really starting to feel tired, but I was okay with that. I should feel tired after running 9+ miles. Other than the fatigue... everything else felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piecing together from various g-maps I have of the area, it seems that my run was about 12.6 miles. I finished in 1 hour 53 minutes, which is barely shy of a nine minute mile. I know I said that I intentionally didn't push the pace, but I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed by this. I look back to this past fall when I ran a 1:49:38 at the PDR. That's an 8:22 pace.... which seems so far out of my grasp right now and that is really frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be grateful that I'm running injury free these days and I very much am. I need to keep that in mind. It's hard though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... as they say... the hay is in the barn. And, of course, the idea of that makes me smile. Two weeks until Allentown. I'll do my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6288996734717161443?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6288996734717161443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6288996734717161443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6288996734717161443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6288996734717161443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/chasing-ghost.html' title='Chasing a Ghost'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2235218892404799711</id><published>2008-04-12T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:25:00.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to hit the reset button</title><content type='html'>Had to be in Plymouth Meeting early on Friday morning.  I didn't have time to run in the morning, so I delayed it until the afternoon.  I ran the same West Philly loop that I've run on numerous occasions now - though I usually run it in the early morning hours as opposed to rush hour on Friday afternoon on a beautiful sunny day.  Lots of folks out and about enjoying the warm weather and sunshine.  As I was running by/through a frat party of sorts - some young college guy trying to be funny ran along side me for a few paces, offering his beer as refreshment.  Of course I took it (no, I didn't drink any) and ran with it for a few paces - much to the delight of his buddies.  I handed it off to another frat boy a few paces down the block.  Don't know what became of the beer after that.  It was a nice, full Corona.  I should have drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say it - I felt like crap during this run and stopped to walk on a few occasions.  No tightness in my calves or anything like that.  I just felt really, really tired and short of breath.  It was frustrating.  I haven't felt quite right on my runs in a week now - ever since my fall.  Maybe my system got jarred when I fell last Friday.  Something ain't right.  I feel like I need to reboot - or hit the reset button, or something like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my long run on tap for Sunday.  We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran for a total of 41 minutes.  Can't say anything about the distance - I'll guess about 4.5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2235218892404799711?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2235218892404799711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2235218892404799711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2235218892404799711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2235218892404799711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/need-to-hit-reset-button.html' title='Need to hit the reset button'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-1858422023704699663</id><published>2008-04-09T18:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:26:07.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled and Pouting</title><content type='html'>I ran Tinicum this morning - the initial loop, plus an out and back of the connector section. I intentionally took the initial mile at a somewhat relaxed pace. Judging from what I know to be the one mile mark from my house into Tinicum, the first mile came in at right around a 9 minute pace. Fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the pace, I thought, especially during the last two and a half miles of the run. I finished in exactly 54 minutes. So here's the thing... I G-mapped the route (but lost the link) and it's just over six miles. And by just over, I mean like by a few hundredths of a mile. I don't get it. How could I have maintained a nine minute pace while feeling like I really had stepped it up? I've been running long enough now to be able to tell when I'm running faster than I was... at least I thought so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the same feeling I had on Sunday when I ran that additional four after running 8.25 with Amy. That I chalked up to a fluke and the fact that I was likely fatigued from the 8+ miles. But now today it happened too. This has me perplexed, frustrated, and wondering whether I need to revise my goal time for Allentown. I'm not happy and then I get frustrated because part of me just wants to run for the enjoyment of running and not worry so much about times. But I just don't understand how I could have suddenly become so much slower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to just kvetch about my slowness. I do love running in Tinicum and feel fortunate to have that resource so close by. And, overall, I felt pretty good during the run. I had to stretch out the calves after about a mile and a half, but then they were fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 in 54&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-1858422023704699663?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/1858422023704699663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=1858422023704699663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1858422023704699663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1858422023704699663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/puzzled-and-pouting.html' title='Puzzled and Pouting'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5602404125405626986</id><published>2008-04-06T17:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:11:19.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run with Amy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long run'/><title type='text'>The Power of Friendship</title><content type='html'>I met my friend Amy at Lloyd Hall this morning. You have no idea how nice it is to type that sentence. I miss running with Amy - the miles go by so much more quickly when we're gabbing away. When the alarm went off at 6:30 - my first thought was 'gotta meet Amy'. My second thought was, 'S***, it's raining.' Luckily the first thought was a more powerful force than the second and I was able to get out the door to meet her at 7:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was pretty nasty - upper 40s, raining, fairly windy. I'm sure, had I been going it alone, that I would have been miserable much of the time. But it really wasn't all that bad. Somehow, I think that when I run in the rain I don't get as dehydrated... like I absorb the water through osmosis. Don't think there is much truth to that, but I still like the thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the loop at a relaxed pace and caught up on each other's lives and, of course, did our best to solve each other's problems. After dropping Amy off at Lloyd Hall, I set off to do another four miles. I was feeling good at the end of my run with Amy and was interested to see what I could do for those last four. I was surprised and somewhat dismayed that despite what seemed like a good effort, I was only pulling out 9 minute miles. This didn't make me too happy. I tried to tell myself that I was tired from running the 8.25 with Amy. Still, I didn't like the splits. I tried to keep in mind that, at this point, what's most important is being on my feet and running - no matter the pace - for an extended period of time. And that I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.25 miles in 82 minutes. 4 miles in 36 minutes.... total of 12.25 in 118 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update on my contusion (thanks, Amy, for the word). I've been a bit obsessed with it's progression.... can't say why really, other than the fact that I haven't had a bruise like this in a long time... maybe ever. It's puuuurty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R_lJOgBUMMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/06c2h9YPHO0/s1600-h/ouch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R_lJOgBUMMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/06c2h9YPHO0/s400/ouch2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186256959356285122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5602404125405626986?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5602404125405626986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5602404125405626986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5602404125405626986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5602404125405626986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/power-of-friendship.html' title='The Power of Friendship'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R_lJOgBUMMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/06c2h9YPHO0/s72-c/ouch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3056524834341051399</id><published>2008-04-04T10:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:48:47.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We briefly interrupt this otherwise pleasant run....</title><content type='html'>I waited for the rain to stop before heading out the door this morning.  It was still very wet, but not cold, and I was rather enjoying my run.  That is until I took a sharp corner while passing over a metal plate/grate on the sidewalk.  I don't even remember losing traction.  I just know I took flight and landed &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hard&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on my left hip.  Ouch.  Initially, I was just in shock to be suddenly on the ground.  Then, there's that momement where you do a systems check.  Yeah... there was some pretty nice pain, but I felt sure I didn't shatter my pelvis or anything like that.  As far as I could tell, I just had a minor scrape on the palm of my right hand and a really, really sore left hip/thigh.  I'd have to wait until I got home to check for bruising - though it felt like I'd have one.  I walked it off for a few minutes and then resumed my run - more cautious of slippery surfaces.  Besides the wicked-googly wipe out - the run felt good.  No calf pain/tightness and my energy level was good.  When I returned home, I more closely examined the damage....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R_Y5fgBUMLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nd6UIrcOsCY/s1600-h/ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R_Y5fgBUMLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nd6UIrcOsCY/s320/ouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185395234297884850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture doesn't really do it justice.  But, of course, I have to show off my boo-boo and put it in the 'record' for the sake of posterity.  Not sure of the total time or mileage, but we'll call it right around 5 miles in 43 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot to blog my run from Tuesday.  I ran after work - an out an back along Kelly Drive.  The sun was shining and after all of the cold and wind we've had lately, it felt surreal to be running comfortably in shorts and a tank top.  I'll take it though.  6.1 in 53 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3056524834341051399?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3056524834341051399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3056524834341051399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3056524834341051399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3056524834341051399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-briefly-interrupt-this-otherwise.html' title='We briefly interrupt this otherwise pleasant run....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R_Y5fgBUMLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nd6UIrcOsCY/s72-c/ouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7883363250450361111</id><published>2008-03-29T15:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:07:27.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long run'/><title type='text'>Three's Company</title><content type='html'>Today was my third to last long run before Allentown has it's way with me. I'm feeling more anxious for this race than I think I have for any other race before and I don't really like the feeling. I don't usually get nervous for races or dread their approach. Quite the contrary. It's more typical for me to get excited about the (hopefully) cool things at the expo, to look forward to the pre-race dinner, and to think about what kind of gooey ice cream concoction I'll consume post-race. Those thoughts don't impress me much at this point. While I am looking forward to spending some time with Amy, the race itself has me feeling ill at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the Philly Runners group at 9:30 and set out with Helena, whom I had met before. Another runner, Mike, kept pace with us and so the three of us wound our way around the loop. As is typical lately, the winds were fierce heading up West River Drive. I was thankful for my running companions and the easy conversation about Helena's wedding plans, our mixed European heritages, and, of course, the impending Pennsylvania primary. I had thoughts of stopping around the half way mark, but as soon as we crossed the bridge, I was feeling better for having the wind (sort of) at my back and a slight downhill to coast. The miles were averaging a 8:40 pace - which is about where I want to be for Allentown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached Lloyd Hall, our mini group split up and I stopped for some water and to stretch out an achy back. Then I headed back up Kelly Drive to get in two and a half more miles to give me an even eleven (yes, I realize 11 is an odd number) for the day. The last mile, I was tired - very tired - but I know that's what I'll be facing during the last two or so miles of Allentown, so I kept telling myself "get used to it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 miles in 95 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7883363250450361111?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7883363250450361111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7883363250450361111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7883363250450361111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7883363250450361111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/threes-company.html' title='Three&apos;s Company'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-379153066015663447</id><published>2008-03-27T09:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:39:41.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acme loop'/><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>Man was it hard getting out of bed this morning! Again, I did the bargaining ... could I run later? But then I remembered the rain storms moving in later in the day that are supposed to hang around through tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laced up and hit the road - did the Delco Acme loop. Grr... I've been trying to map it through the map link on &lt;a href="http://www.usatf.org/routes/"&gt;USATF.org&lt;/a&gt; because it has an elevation feature, but I keep getting error messages... so I give up. Suffice it to say that there are some mild to moderate hills on this route - enough so that it is a challenge for me and lets me think that I'm getting some helpful hill training in for Allentown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R-u99QBUMKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/a2wHl4NjFv8/s1600-h/course_elevation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R-u99QBUMKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/a2wHl4NjFv8/s400/course_elevation.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182444656190042274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my third time running the Allentown race and what I remember most from last year is that the last two or three miles were pretty tough for me to get through. The steeper hills of this race are more like in mile 8, but there are some more gradual hills in those last two miles that just burn me (after I'm already toast). I vividly remember how much I wanted to stop and walk during mile 11 or 12 last year. I could also hear the 2hour pace group on my heels and I desperately wanted to stay ahead of them, so stopping was definitely not an option. It was an awful feeling and I cursed myself for not having run more hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping my hill efforts (which have been kind of lame, admittedly) will not be too little, too late. If nothing else, psychologically I'll go into Allentown knowing that I did more hill training this year than I had done last year - and that's got to be worth something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really good during today's run. All systems were working well and I felt like I could have kept going... assuming the terrain was flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.22 in 44:44. A number which I know will please Amy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-379153066015663447?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/379153066015663447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=379153066015663447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/379153066015663447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/379153066015663447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R-u99QBUMKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/a2wHl4NjFv8/s72-c/course_elevation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2939705525003505785</id><published>2008-03-26T10:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:28:46.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think no one reads my blog and, really, I'm okay with that.  Afterall, I created it mostly as a way to keep track of my running.  But now.. I've been officially tagged by a fellow blogger, &lt;a href="http://http://runneratlarge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie Mae&lt;/a&gt;.  Hi Maggie!!!!  And Maggie has provided me with a challenge. (In the interest of full disclosure - I am paraphrasing or directly copying from &lt;a href="http://runneratlarge.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-i-get-for-having-blog-friends.html"&gt;Maggie's post&lt;/a&gt;). I need to join in on the "six word memoir" game. Allegedly, this is supposed to be fun and challenging.  We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the rules to this game:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Write your own six word memoir&lt;br /&gt;2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you want&lt;br /&gt;3) Link to the person that tagged you in your post, and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere&lt;br /&gt;4) Tag at least five more blogs with links&lt;br /&gt;5) Leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie struggled, as I imagine many do, with which aspect of her life to emphasize in this memoir.  I have no clue.  I'll take some time to think on this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here it is.  It's not deep or profound - just my favorite things in life, things I want to spend as much time possible doing.  So... in no particular order - my six word memoir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, Eat, Dance, Run, Love, Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to tag five additional bloggers with this.  I feel guilty at the prospect, like I may lose some friends in the process.  So, to those of you I'm tagging, I apologize in advance.  Take heart that (in the words of Maggie): This is not a chain letter.  If you chose not to participate, you won't have bad luck for 5 years, your true love may still call you tonight, a wish may still come true, and something good may still happen to you in the next 5 minutes.  That being said.  Tag, you're it: 1. &lt;a href="http://cakestar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;a href="http://seebo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seebo&lt;/a&gt; 3. &lt;a href="http://abbymims.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt; 4. &lt;a href="http://www.shoreturtle.com/blog/"&gt;ShoreTurtle &lt;/a&gt;5. ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2939705525003505785?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2939705525003505785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2939705525003505785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2939705525003505785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2939705525003505785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5763155632734550279</id><published>2008-03-25T10:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:03:58.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce-less</title><content type='html'>I've fallen into a bad habit of sleeping late. I can blame salsa on Sunday for putting the kibosh on my Monday run. Of course that meant a Tuesday morning run for me, which then, in turn, means no Bruce. It's been a while since I've spent any QT with Bruce and the spin class lasses. Maybe next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I headed to the gym this morning and did the treadmill. I've been trying to make a point of doing hills more lately, so I did play with the incline a bit here and there. Not sure I could pass it off as doing hills though. The run felt good, I'm happy to say. No real issues with any limbs or joints or muscles. I pushed the pace a bit more than I have lately (on the treadmill) and I felt okay with it. I do try to remind myself that running is &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;supposed&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be hard work. It's not supposed to feel like a walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Thursday morning I'll get outside and run some real hills (well, for me, anyway). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.5 in 47:15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5763155632734550279?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5763155632734550279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5763155632734550279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5763155632734550279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5763155632734550279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/bruce-less.html' title='Bruce-less'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-1898670217734747990</id><published>2008-03-22T14:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:35:54.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>I slept in a little later this morning, ditched the Philly Runners group, and headed to Tinicum instead. It's been a while. Last time I ran there, I came across the carcass of a fawn. I wondered if I'd see remnants of her this time around, but I didn't. Spring is letting Tinicum sleep for a little while longer it seems. The only signs of warmer weather are the groundhogs scurrying about. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R-VPxgBUMII/AAAAAAAAAHk/K7YRc6V29_w/s1600-h/groundhog-16_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R-VPxgBUMII/AAAAAAAAAHk/K7YRc6V29_w/s200/groundhog-16_13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180634658187260034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was running the interesting part of the initial loop, I encountered the first one of the day (I'd see about eight, in all). The trail there is quite narrow and it seemed for a moment that he was charging me. I had that split second of panic and confusion - wondering what I'd do if the thing attacked me. I could so kick his ass! But I didn't want it to come down to that. Thankfully, he dove down into his burrow shortly before our paths collided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the run was pretty uneventful. I felt good, felt like I was keeping a good pace, and was enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. I tacked on a bit of neighborhood stuff at the end to give me just over ten miles. I had some &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;different&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hip pain on my right side towards the end of the run. This was more on the side/back of my hip - maybe IT band related... who knows. Made me walk kind of Seebo-style for a little while. I made sure to stretch it out well when I was cooling down and now it feels fine. The knee pain I had over the last two days was totally gone. But it always something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.1 in 87:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-1898670217734747990?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/1898670217734747990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=1898670217734747990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1898670217734747990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1898670217734747990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R-VPxgBUMII/AAAAAAAAAHk/K7YRc6V29_w/s72-c/groundhog-16_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6411414207052755723</id><published>2008-03-20T09:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:10:04.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welfare Heat</title><content type='html'>I'll keep this short, since I'm rather booked today. Ran 4.75 on the treddy. Had to stop three times to stretch out my calves. I think I was dehydrated. It was unbelievably warm in my office building yesterday. The clients were saying things like, "Oh... you got the welfare heat going on in here." I looked up the term "welfare heat" on &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;Urban Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; and was disappointed to see it wasn't there. While I had never really heard the term before last night, I knew exactly what they meant when they said it. That dry, constant heat over which you have no control. Anyway... I'll blame my extra calf agida on the welfare heat. So even though it was a bad morning, running wise, I'm glad I at least did 4.75. I won't report my time... let's just say it was S-L-O-W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6411414207052755723?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6411414207052755723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6411414207052755723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6411414207052755723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6411414207052755723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/welfare-heat.html' title='Welfare Heat'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-1235794761114021789</id><published>2008-03-18T10:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:40:54.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R9_PYOy_53I/AAAAAAAAAHU/3ZgGFCCrB7A/s1600-h/TAPE-SILVER_RK-WHITE-OL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R9_PYOy_53I/AAAAAAAAAHU/3ZgGFCCrB7A/s320/TAPE-SILVER_RK-WHITE-OL.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179086111695169394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the gym today for a treddy run and to throw around some iron. One problem - grabbed my iPod and my iPod holder/arm-band thingy... but forgot my headphones. Dang it. The prospect of running on a treadmill without an iPod for more than a few minutes was not attractive. I had thoughts of scrapping the run for the morning and doing it after work, but I figured since I was already here, I might as well give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calf soreness/tightness resumed today - this time more in the anterior portion of my right leg. Stopped and stretched after the first mile. By the end of the run, it was more the back of my calves (soleus) that were achy and tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running sans music wasn't all that terrible. Whenever I run outside, I do so without music, so it's not like I lean on it as a crutch to get me through a run. But the treadmill can be so damn boring. I was about three miles into my five mile run when I saw not one, but TWO of my gym nemeses climb onto nearby treadys - the moustache, high-knee-sock guy and the short-bangs lady. If you're interested, ask me and I'll tell you how they came to be villains. Suffice it to say for now though that they are both BIG MOUTHS. Now, mind you, today they weren't talking to each other, but were talking to their respective side-kicks (the guy who looks like Vizzini from The Princess Bride&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R9_SBey_54I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_JuWDBwjSrc/s1600-h/princess_bride-vizzini-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R9_SBey_54I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_JuWDBwjSrc/s200/princess_bride-vizzini-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179089019388028802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the blond soccer mom). Anyway... their competing conversations, along with the whirring of the cardio equipment, and the footfalls of fellow gym patrons created quite a cacophony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I made it through the run (insert image of me swooning, back of hand draped across forehead), which was good, because the likelihood of a post-work run for me would have been slim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.15 miles in 44:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-1235794761114021789?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/1235794761114021789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=1235794761114021789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1235794761114021789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1235794761114021789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence.html' title='Silence ....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R9_PYOy_53I/AAAAAAAAAHU/3ZgGFCCrB7A/s72-c/TAPE-SILVER_RK-WHITE-OL.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-336923006576949266</id><published>2008-03-15T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:56:27.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang 10</title><content type='html'>Over the years, I've heard various 'cures' for hangovers. Ibuprofen and OJ, hair of the dog, etc. Some runners will tell you that a good run will get the toxins out of your system. Well, this morning I had the opportunity to test that particular theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's uncharacteristic of me to drink more than my portion of a bottle of wine shared over dinner. Yesterday's late lunch/early dinner featuring a 'sampling' of ten different wines was quite out of the ordinary. Waking up this morning, I felt good enough to give the run a try and test out the running-hangover-cure hypothesis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the Philly Runners group down by the Art Museum at 9:30 and met up with Dave - an out-of-town runner visiting from Virginia. Dave is a coach for his local high school track and cross country teams and for much of the initial three miles he regaled me with some really interesting local (to Virginia) running history. I was glad to have the company and the added bonus of a history lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is typical, the headwinds were out in full effect on West River Drive. They were particularly harsh the first mile, which went by in 8:50. Subsequent miles were appreciably faster, hovering around the 8:30 mark. I felt good during this run - better than I anticipated. No calf pain or any other pain to speak of and for that, I was so very thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran with Dave for the full loop and then did another mile or so to make it an even ten for the day. Allentown is five short weeks away. I'm shooting for under 1:55, which I think is doable as long as the hills don't kill me too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the verdict on running as a hangover cure.... eh, not great, not bad.  I'm surprised how well I ran given my condition.  After the run, my head felt thick and hazy and my stomach felt a bit queasy.  I think a nice mid afternoon nap is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 miles in 1:25:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-336923006576949266?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/336923006576949266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=336923006576949266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/336923006576949266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/336923006576949266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/hang-10.html' title='Hang 10'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-4742811626662918985</id><published>2008-03-13T09:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:36:09.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know You</title><content type='html'>I've run some variation of this &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1695853"&gt;West Philly loop&lt;/a&gt; enough times now that I'm starting to feel more familiar with the terrain. The long, gradual stretches of incline that define much of it are good for me - like vegetables. Thing is... I like vegetables... but I'm learning to tolerate things like inclines and hills more. I just tell myself that it's something I need to do and come April 27th when I'm headed towards the last three hilly miles of the Lehigh Valley Half Marathon, I'll (hopefully) be glad for having done it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt good this morning. Only slight tightness in my calves. I didn't stop to stretch and was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;a href="http://seebo.blogspot.com/2008/03/regression.html"&gt;Seebo's post from yesterday&lt;/a&gt;, I'm looking forward to springtime running in Tinicum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.4 in 47:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-4742811626662918985?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/4742811626662918985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=4742811626662918985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4742811626662918985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4742811626662918985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to Know You'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7183973046213774262</id><published>2008-03-11T07:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:56:58.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acme Loop - Delco Style</title><content type='html'>Did an &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1689991"&gt;Acme loop&lt;/a&gt; this morning, but in the reverse order that I might normally run it.  Doing so gave me some hills to contend with early on in the run.  As I'm (sort of) gearing up for Allentown, I'm going to make it a point to do some hills at least once a week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My energy level this morning was good - much better than last Friday... probably has something to do with the fact that I haven't done much of anything since then.  My calves were giving me agida for pretty much the entire run.  I stopped to stretch them right around the two mile mark and that helped a little.  It was just one of those days where my footfalls were loud.  I don't know if this will make any sense to anyone else, but when my calves are tight, I run louder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my run this morning was in the dark, which I didn't really like - but added to the adventure.  Still, it's nice to have it be lighter later in the day and it's a sure sign that spring is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.25 in 46:33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7183973046213774262?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7183973046213774262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7183973046213774262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7183973046213774262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7183973046213774262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Acme Loop - Delco Style'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8224413443376628956</id><published>2008-03-07T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:55:41.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long run'/><title type='text'>Lead and Bread</title><content type='html'>Most people who know me know about my Wawa addiction and, in particular, how I am somewhat enamored with their Ciabatta sandwiches (the bread is so good). Well, the geniuses at the Wawa laboratory have come up with the Ciabatta breakfast sandwich. Brilliant. Inspired, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I started to become somewhat concerned about the weather forecast for the weekend - rain, wind, cold. I wasn't sure how this was going to work with doing my long run. As I mentioned before, I need to start stepping up my long runs since the Lehigh Valley Half Marathon is coming in just seven short weeks. I decided last night to do my long run this morning - getting out of the way so I don't have to worry about the weather and can go cheer Seebo et al on at Caesar Rodney on Sunday. Seemed like a good idea. I decided as further incentive, I would revive an old neighborhood route that would end at the Wawa up the street from where I live, giving me the perfect opportunity to try the new and very exciting Ciabatta breakfast sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mapped out &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1490883"&gt;the route &lt;/a&gt;to make it an even ten miles. I'll just say now that I covered the whole distance, but I didn't run the whole thing. I estimate that I ran about 9.5 of it. The other half mile I walked - over three or four different stop points. I was just whooped. I think part of it had to do with the fact that I've run or worked out every day this week, had a late salsa night one night this week, and had a hard time falling asleep last night. Whatever the reason, my body, my legs were just tired. I am not saying this to whine or complain. In fact, I'm happy to report that I didn't have any calf or hip pain... just an overall feeling of having lead legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm not thrilled about how the run went, I am glad that I did it, that I tackled some hills along the way, and that I got in my long run so I don't have to worry about it this weekend. As for the Ciabatta breakfast sandwich (I had scrambled eggs with 'Merican cheese - no breakfast meat)... it was pretty good... certainly not as good as the regular Ciabatta, but a lovely post-run breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it 9.5 miles in 85 minutes (I stopped my watch during the walk portions).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8224413443376628956?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8224413443376628956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8224413443376628956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8224413443376628956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8224413443376628956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/lead-and-bread.html' title='Lead and Bread'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-7973026409150269338</id><published>2008-03-05T10:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:08:15.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip pain'/><title type='text'>The Memory Hole</title><content type='html'>This is a term I've become increasingly familiar with over the past year and a half.  It refers to things that were quite recently in the conscious mind that somehow disappear without a trace.  I can't attribute it to old age, or absentminded-professorness, but it does happen every now and then.  Today it happened with the timing of my run.  Not a biggie... but I'm usually pretty good at remembering such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran at the gym today - mainly because I hate wind and because I wanted to do some weights.  As I mentioned a few blogs back, the hip pain I used to have in my right hip, seems to have migrated to my left hip. So I'm trying to be extra proactive about it and do the PT stretching and strengthening exercises that seemed to do the trick before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran for a mile and a half at just under 9 minute pace.  My calves were tight, so I stopped and stretched for a good three minutes.  Started back and ran the next mile in 8:45 and then the miles got progressively faster from there (though not much), but the details are lost, as is my final time.  My calves felt pretty good after stretching and easing back into the run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.5 - time down the memory hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-7973026409150269338?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/7973026409150269338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=7973026409150269338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7973026409150269338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/7973026409150269338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/memory-hole.html' title='The Memory Hole'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3905075818597449926</id><published>2008-03-03T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:55:06.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinxy Bloodfoot</title><content type='html'>No, that's not my Indian name, but for today, maybe it should be.  Just yesterday I was so excited to report the absence of calf pain during my long, Saturday run.  Well, it was back this morning.  Guess I jinxed myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran what is now becoming my usual West Philly five loop.  I stopped to stretch twice, after about a mile and then again before the two mile mark.  From there it was tolerable to the point where I didn't need to stop to stretch again, but it made for a slow morning.  Otherwise the run wasn't bad... I didn't even mind the CVS hill too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the 'blood' part of the title for today's blog... I noticed - now for the second time - a sizeable blood stain on my precious new(ish) Periwinkle Mizunos.  Gross, I know... and TMI, to be sure.  First time it was a blister... this time... I just need to cut my toenails.  Ew.  Gross.  I know... sorry... but, hey, it's my blog and I can write what I want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.something in 45 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3905075818597449926?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3905075818597449926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3905075818597449926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3905075818597449926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3905075818597449926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/jinxy-bloodfoot.html' title='Jinxy Bloodfoot'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6172394065104860325</id><published>2008-03-02T16:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:50:20.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long run'/><title type='text'>Nag, nag, nag</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of catching flack from Seebo for not updating my blog.... so here goes.  Big whoop.... I ran the loop yesterday.  Ok... I won't reduce it to simply that.  I met up with the Philly Runners crew and managed to actually run with a group of nice folks (usually I wind up running solo) for at least seven of the eight and a half miles.  I was glad for the company and conversation, though it can be kind of tough to do the whole get-to-know-ya thang when you're battling a rough headwind up West River Drive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating whether or not to go upstairs to see if I have my final time on my watch because, honestly, I don't remember it.  I can say that most miles were somewhere around 8:40 pace... which I was sort of okay with.  I managed to eek out an 8:17 mile somewhere around the 7th mile - but that was with some tailwind and a concerted effort.  Still, it was nice to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this run was that my calves behaved themselves and, overall, the aches and pains were at a minimum.  Cooling down and stretching, I noticed a bit of the old hip pain - though this time in my left hip instead of my right.  I'm not worried yet.  Maybe I'll employ some of my old PT tricks on it to see if I can head it off at the pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get my butt in gear for Allentown.  Eight weeks and counting and right now my long runs are at a kind of pathetic eight and a half to nine miles.  Next weekend I'll shoot for ten to ten and a half.  If I put it in writing (which I just did), hopefully it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you on the time.... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratualtions to &lt;a href="http://seebo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seebo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://johndubs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wesner&lt;/a&gt; for running a spectacular 10k today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6172394065104860325?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6172394065104860325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6172394065104860325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6172394065104860325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6172394065104860325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/03/nag-nag-nag.html' title='Nag, nag, nag'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8550251651166301260</id><published>2008-02-27T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:29:22.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>Today's run was much like Monday's in that it was on the treddy, started out slowly, and was free from unusual aches and pains of the calf and/or hip area.  Really, the only difference was that it was about 7 seconds faster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 miles in 43:06.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8550251651166301260?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8550251651166301260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8550251651166301260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8550251651166301260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8550251651166301260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2536121145736831440</id><published>2008-02-25T13:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:47:04.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Figgerin' Stuff Out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had my first cross country skiing experience. My friend, Jill, knows of a place somewhere in Pennsyltucky called &lt;a href="http://www.crystallakeskicenter.com/"&gt;Crystal Lake Ski Center&lt;/a&gt;, so we went up for the day and really enjoyed it. I fell more than a couple of times, but Jill is very patient and didn't mind catching a good laugh at my expense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R8MEpxTgrZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ma9Fha_dCxw/s1600-h/xcountryFeb2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R8MEpxTgrZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ma9Fha_dCxw/s200/xcountryFeb2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170981912807779730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure how my legs would feel this morning after a full day of cross country skiing, but I ran anyway (on the treadmill, of course). Again, I started out somewhat slower than I might have liked (just under 9 minute pace). My second mile was around 8:45 and then a little faster from there on out... by the fourth mile I was maintaining an 8:30 pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one to start out my runs at a considerably slower pace than my eventual goal pace. In fact, there was one instance I can recall when running with Seebo that HE actually told ME to slow down as we started the run. Weird, I know. I don't like starting slow, because then my overall pace for the run looks slow; that initial slow mile or two really add on to my overall pace. Maybe that's a stupid reason to not start out easy. I'll have to reconsider I guess, because the last few times I've started out slowly, I've felt better overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 miles in 43:13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2536121145736831440?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2536121145736831440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2536121145736831440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2536121145736831440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2536121145736831440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/figgerin-stuff-out.html' title='Figgerin&apos; Stuff Out'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R8MEpxTgrZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ma9Fha_dCxw/s72-c/xcountryFeb2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5030056945683480674</id><published>2008-02-23T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:15:20.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monotony</title><content type='html'>Circumstances and laziness determined that I run on the treadmill today, which was kind of a bummer considering this was my 'long run'. The gym was more packed than usual - even for a Saturday morning, but I managed to find a treadmill available after only a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some working hypotheses about what might help the calf tightness I've been battling lately. Part of my theory was that I have not been keeping myself hydrated enough and that I've been imbibing more caffeine than is typical for me. So in the last couple of days I've tried scaling back a bit on the caffeine and increasing my water intake. I also allowed myself to run slower than I would ideally like - especially for the first two miles. I don't know whether any of these little tricks truly helped, or whether it was sheer coincidence, but my calves felt pretty good today. I had some shin-splinty feeling in my right leg for a while, but eventually that went away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't really think this is true, my body felt like it had not been subjected to a long run in a while. I found it hard to keep going - especially after the fourth mile. I think the monotony of the treadmill and the fact that it was really hot in the gym added to my unhappiness. I got off the treadmill at five miles and cooled down a bit, refilled my water bottle, and found a different treadmill that didn't have people flanking each side (hopefully to allow for a little more air). I did the remainder of my run there and felt pretty good. Soon after I hit eight miles, I was done... not so much physically, but mentally, I couldn't take the hamster wheel anymore. I also need to update my iPod. But the bright side for me was that my body felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15 in 71:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5030056945683480674?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5030056945683480674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5030056945683480674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5030056945683480674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5030056945683480674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/monotony.html' title='Monotony'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2659487612391857976</id><published>2008-02-20T17:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:34:24.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Determined</title><content type='html'>There was MUCH negotiating with myself this morning about whether or not to get out of bed and run.  The bed was WARM and cozy and I could hear the wind howling.  I struck a deal with myself that I'd get out and at least run two or three.... and if that were the case, I could just make it up tomorrow (on the treadmill at the warm, non-windy gym).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the hardest part truly is getting out of bed, getting running gear on, and stepping out the door.  Once I started running, I felt pretty sure that I wouldn't be turning around after a mile or so.  Even though I know West Philly and Philly, in general, fairly well, I still approach running routes around there with trepidation.  I figured I'd aim for about five miles today, so I modified what I remembered of the 6 or so mile loop I ran with Seebo a few months ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was cold.  Yes, the wind was annoying.  My calves were acting up again today, though not as bad as some days.  I did, about half way through the run, stop and stretch for a good two minutes.  Both the anterior and posterior portions of my lower legs (calves) felt sore and tight... achy.  The stretching helped.  It didn't remedy it, but it did help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say that this was a good run or a bad run.  The only word that comes to mind to describe it is 'determined'.  It was a determined run.  The terrain is more hilly than I'm used to - which isn't saying much.  Most pool tables are hillier than I prefer.  But the hills are good for me and I'm working my way up them with determination, if not speed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1640604"&gt;5.3&lt;/a&gt; in 45:50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2659487612391857976?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2659487612391857976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2659487612391857976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2659487612391857976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2659487612391857976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/determined.html' title='Determined'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3609768706147415137</id><published>2008-02-18T09:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:35:47.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Philly Ninja</title><content type='html'>0600 hours; twilight; an unusually balmy February morning; a lone Ninja patrols the streets as West Philly rouses from its slumber.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R7mWtBTgrYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iVVZ2JtGYfg/s1600-h/vinyl_ninja02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R7mWtBTgrYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iVVZ2JtGYfg/s200/vinyl_ninja02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168327747572903298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,.... really it was me... just getting in a few miles.  Seebo dubbed me a ninja based on my all black attire, but trust me, there was nothing stealthy or nimble about me this morning.  This was my third &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;consecutive&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day running.  Yes, you read that right.  Typically, I don't even run two days in a row; three in a row is unheard of.  I just wanted to try to get back on my 'normal' running schedule (Mon, Weds, Thurs(optional), Sat), so running today would accomplish that goal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to run about four miles and I'm pretty sure I did that.  Given the fact that I'm not too familiar with routes to run in West Philly, I just made it up as I went along - through Penn campus, down to 34th or 35th, over to Chestnut, through the neighborhood, up to 49th, and then home again.  I won't even bother to G-map it since I am sure I won't remember all the twists and turns.  All I know is that I got out there and did what I set out to do and, perhaps for the first time, really felt what it was like to run on tired legs.  35 and change for about 4 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3609768706147415137?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3609768706147415137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3609768706147415137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3609768706147415137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3609768706147415137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/west-philly-ninja.html' title='West Philly Ninja'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R7mWtBTgrYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iVVZ2JtGYfg/s72-c/vinyl_ninja02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-6949272389937809994</id><published>2008-02-17T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:24:25.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret's Out</title><content type='html'>True to my promise to myself yesterday, I got in a few more miles today.... just a simple two out and two back along the boring part of Tinicum's initial loop. I ran out to the entrance of Tinicum with Seebo and bid him farewell as he set off for a long, tough run around the airport and back through Tinicum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered Tinicum, I was surprised to see two runners heading towards me.  Seeing other runners there is a fairly rare occurrence, so you can imagine my surprise to see three other runners come down the path about five minutes after the initial two.  Hmmm.  I thought, perhaps, they were part of the same group as they were all in their early 20s (if that) and were wearing similar types of t-shirts, though I didn't take special note of what they said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This run felt hard and I knew I wasn't going fast.  I am not used to running two days in a row and I think my body was a bit confused.  As my run progressed, I had that shin-splint pain/tightness on the anterior portion of my lower leg which got worse as I ran.  Weird.  Anyway.... I saw another group of three running around the one mile highway sign along the boring stretch.  They fit the same demographic as the other runners and I imagined that they were from some local high school or college.  As I exited Tinicum &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;another&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; runner passed on by... this time an older, grizzly looking trail runner type.  While I'm happy to see that others are enjoying the beauty of Tinicum, I feel somewhat possessive and protective of her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two out in 17:19; two back in 16:49 - for a total of 34:08 (if I did my math right).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-6949272389937809994?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/6949272389937809994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=6949272389937809994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6949272389937809994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/6949272389937809994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/secrets-out.html' title='Secret&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8327082266122394461</id><published>2008-02-16T15:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:46:37.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RWS'/><title type='text'>Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R7dE9xTgrXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kIvjk8Pc5HQ/s1600-h/plickle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R7dE9xTgrXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kIvjk8Pc5HQ/s320/plickle.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167674925428813170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't jinx myself calling this a perfect day since it's only about 3:30 in the afternoon, but so far, it's been real good.  &lt;a href="http://http://seebo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seebo&lt;/a&gt; and I participated in the Pickle Run at Ridley Creek State Park in Delaware County.  This was perhaps one of the sillier runs I've done - complete with pictures of David Hasselhoff, Ray Charles holding a pickle, and a guy dressed up as a giant pickle.  Even &lt;a href="http://http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2007/06/run-amonk.html"&gt;The Monk&lt;/a&gt; was there - from a hot, humid, and hilly race we did last June.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met my friend, &lt;a href="http://http://cakestar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, and my dad at the race.  Amy was a bit cranky when she arrived, but all that changed when she received a very pleasing race number (#77).... she has a thing about numbers.  And... I was #14 - the sum of her digits.  How cool is that?  Anyway... I digress.... this run was different from other 5ks that I've done in that the wearing of watches was forbidden.  The reason being this was a "Prediction Run" - where runners were asked to predict their finish time upon registration. Prizes were to be awarded to those runners who came closest to their predicted times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give too much thought to my prediction.  My &lt;a href="http://http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2007/09/parkway-run.html"&gt;fastest 5k&lt;/a&gt; to date was a bit over 24 minutes.  Knowing that I'm not in the same shape I was this past fall, I decided to hedge my bets and predict a time of 26 minutes.  The course was semi-hilly; nothing too insane, but definitely noticeable for someone like me who avoids hills at all costs.  It was a chilly morning and I was aware of not being able to feel the toes on my left foot for the first mile.  I felt like I was working hard, but it didn't really seem like I was running all that fast.  I spotted Seebo as I headed toward the turn around.  He had a comfortable lead and I was pretty sure that he'd go on to win the thing.... which, of course he did.  I crossed the finish line in just under 25 minutes (24:56 - to be exact) and so was pleasantly surprised to have finished a minute ahead of my prediction.  The only down side to that was I wouldn't be winning any pickle prediction prizes.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race, we stood around and listened to the silliness as they handed out awards.  I thought it was a little lame that Seebo didn't get any recognition for finishing first, but I guess this wasn't that kind of race.  After that was said and done Seebo and I did another two miles.  I had planned to do more than that, but wasn't really into it and decided that I'd tack on a few miles tomorrow to give me the mileage I want for the week.  This may have been one of the first times I actually enjoyed running with Seebo - where I didn't feel any pressure to be fast and I knew we were only running a short distance.  So, we ran out a mile, turned around and ran back.  At the end of this second mile, I could tell that Seebo wanted to catch the woman who we had been slowly reeling in during that second mile.  Even though the finish was a bit of an uphill, I did what I could to speed up and we did catch and pass her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After monkeying around on the monkey bars for a bit, we left and headed into Media for a nice post-run lunch... then home again, home again jiggity, jig.  A good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8327082266122394461?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8327082266122394461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8327082266122394461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8327082266122394461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8327082266122394461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-day.html' title='Perfect Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lfdv-Jb-XM/R7dE9xTgrXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kIvjk8Pc5HQ/s72-c/plickle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-228954210861107936</id><published>2008-02-14T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:32:18.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them eat crepes</title><content type='html'>A lazy morning spent sleeping in... that's how every Valentine's Day should start.  Eventually, though reality came to call and I knew I had to get my run in while there was still time.  So it was off to the gym for me - freshly equipped with my new Periwinkle Mizunos and a new pair of running shorts (come on... I couldn't &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;just&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; order the sneakers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy to report that all systems seem to be in good working order.  I've still got a little while to go before I get my fitness level back to where it was, but that's okay.  So long as my hip, calf, lungs, etc., etc. are working well, I can deal with a little loss of fitness.  Hopefully that will come in time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out the run at a 9 minute pace and then made each mile progressively faster.  I messed with the incline here and there for the first two or three miles, but as I increased my speed, I left the incline alone.  Sometimes I forget that earning fitness is hard work and that it's kind of painful sometimes.  Just painful in the sense that I want it to be over and I want to be home eating crepes.  But I know that if I push myself a little harder here and there that in the long run I'll be better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.5 in 47:07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-228954210861107936?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/228954210861107936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=228954210861107936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/228954210861107936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/228954210861107936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-them-eat-crepes.html' title='Let them eat crepes'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3254023571367364609</id><published>2008-02-12T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:02:52.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training run'/><title type='text'>I can't feel my chin</title><content type='html'>Another chilly day.  The warmth of the bed threatened to thwart my plans for running this morning, but eventually I was able to convince myself that it was a good idea.  I've been feeling better and better (both calf wise and upper respiratorily - yes, I just made that word up), so I was curious to see how I'd feel on today's run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed out to familiar territory - the drives.  The plan was to do five miles, but I was seriously reconsidering that after the first mile when I could not feel my entire face.  I decided to run to at least the two mile mark before turning around... and then that turned into the 2 1/4 mark.... and then that turned into the 2 1/2 mile mark.  The run back felt better than the run out.  I even took off my (sock)mittens.  Seems I can't hold onto a pair of mittens to save my life - so I'm left with wearing socks on my hands to keep them warm.  Hey, whatever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty good during the run - well, what wasn't frozen and what I could feel felt pretty good.  I was happy about that.  I didn't look at my mile splits and really don't have any idea how my pace might have varied from one to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 miles in 42:52&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3254023571367364609?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3254023571367364609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3254023571367364609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3254023571367364609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3254023571367364609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-feel-my-chin.html' title='I can&apos;t feel my chin'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-1977183229702275672</id><published>2008-02-10T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:34:00.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RWS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long run'/><title type='text'>The Thoroughbred &amp; The Draft Horse</title><content type='html'>This morning Seebo dragged me through the streets of West Philly into Delaware County to pay homage to &lt;a href="http://www.americanprofile.com/spotlights/article/1639.html"&gt;The Tree&lt;/a&gt;.  To say it was breezy would be a vast understatement.  He pointed out that given our size difference, I could draft off of him.  I tried it, but the wind was whipping pretty fiercely and in many different directions, so I'm not sure how much actual benefit I received... but I did enjoy the view.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seebo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seebo&lt;/a&gt; will link to the actual route we ran, so if you're interested, check his blog.  Basically, we wound through scenic West Philly, ran a lap around the amoeba track, and then followed a path that took us into Delaware County.  I'm happy to report that the tree continues to be just as magnificent as ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a tough run for me.  The wind was annoying and I never really felt like I got into my groove.  I was tired and felt weak - which I'm partially attributing to the fact that I haven't eaten very much in the past few days.  The calf felt pretty good, well tolerable at least, except on the couple of hills that we encountered.  Then it felt like pain.  I'd like to say that's the only reason I stopped to walk portions of both hills, but that wouldn't be entirely honest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back into town, we had a nice tailwind for a good part of the way and I was thankful for it.  About 8.4 miles in 77:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-1977183229702275672?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/1977183229702275672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=1977183229702275672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1977183229702275672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1977183229702275672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoroughbred-draft-horse.html' title='The Thoroughbred &amp; The Draft Horse'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-4171315554526440351</id><published>2008-02-08T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:17:39.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimmer</title><content type='html'>Wow.... it's been so long since I've written a blog where I'm not whining and moping about illness and injury that I hardly know where to begin!  Still shaking off the last bits of this respiratory infection, but feeling leaps and bounds better than I did earlier in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed back to the gym this morning and hopped on the treaddy.  Again, I'm trying to be realistic about things and not set my expectations too high while at the same time being able to feel good about what I accomplished in my workout.  I was very cognizant of how my calf would feel today.  I did Bruce's spinning class yesterday and it was giving me some trouble when I had the tension on the bike set fairly high.  I started out the run conservatively and did more messing with the incline than I did with the speed.  Another one of my pet theories has to do with the paucity of my hill work of any kind in recent months.  Maybe it's totally unrelated, but who knows.  Things felt pretty good, calf wise.  I definitely noticed that my lungs still feel a bit raw, but that is improving too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I ran 3.5 at just under a nine minute pace and that felt like a lot of work.  I had a feeling that I'd feel better today and I did.  Still, though, I didn't want to push it too much.  I kept the pace right around 9 minute miles for the first mile and a half, two miles... again, playing with the incline for a few minutes here and there.  It was work, but nothing felt too bad and I was glad to note that my calf was feeling just fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I wound up doing 4.75 in 41:53 and I feel hopeful that things will continue to get better from here.  I'm going to try to be smart about it thought and ease back into things to hopefully ensure that I'll be in decent shape by the time spring rolls around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way, I switched back to my old sneakers for Wednesday and today's run (buggars gave me a wicked blood blister!).  I can't say that has really anything to do with my calf feeling better, but maybe it does.  These injury things are almost always a mystery to me, but I'm willing to try any combination of witch craft or superstition to ward off the injury fairies.  Good thing I ordered a new pair yesterday.... and they're Periwinkle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-4171315554526440351?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/4171315554526440351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=4171315554526440351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4171315554526440351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4171315554526440351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/glimmer.html' title='A Glimmer'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-8274299813422949121</id><published>2008-02-06T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:03:34.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery Run</title><content type='html'>I've been battling this upper respiratory thing since the weekend and I think it's finally loosed it's grip on me.  I've done little else the last two days other than sleep, eat soup, drink tea, and watch girly movies that I would otherwise probably not get to watch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I decided it was time to get back on the horse (or, the treadmill in this case).  I think underestimated just how much this illness thing knocked me on my arse.  I've had the good fortune of a fairly strong immune system for most of my life and getting any kind of sickness has been, at most, a once a year thing.  I'm also usually of the mindset that I should just be able to pick up where I left off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I'm getting a bit wiser in my old age.  I decided to limit my run to three or four miles and to keep it at a 9 minute mile pace.  I thought this would be easy.  It wasn't.  I was trying to gauge whether or not my calf was hurting.  I think it felt pretty okay - considering that overall, I felt not so strong.  I did change back to my old sneakers.... going on the theory that my new pair is a 'lemon'.  I'm not sure whether the improvement in the calf is a result of rest (I haven't done anything since Saturday), the change in sneakers, the fact that I only ran 3.5 miles, or some combination of all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to not feel too depressed about all of this.  It's hard.  I try not to look back at where I was a few months ago.  One day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-8274299813422949121?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/8274299813422949121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=8274299813422949121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8274299813422949121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/8274299813422949121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/recovery-run.html' title='Recovery Run'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-3783200795306126901</id><published>2008-02-03T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:06:23.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long run'/><title type='text'>Lady of the Lake</title><content type='html'>This weekend Seebo and I spent some time in Rockland County, which afforded me a bit of diversity in terms of my running route options.  When we were last here in early August, he showed me &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1597460"&gt;Rockland Lake&lt;/a&gt; and the nearly three mile loop that encircles the lake.  Since I had run in Central Park the day prior, I opted then just to walk around the lake while he ran.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that I've been trying to nurse my leg back to health, I was glad to have the option of doing one, two, or three loops around the lake.  Ideally, I wanted to do three.  The run started off a little uncomfortable as the "comfort station" I was expecting to be able to use was closed due to a pump malfunction.  Signs indicated that station #3 was open - not that I knew where that was.  So, the first half of my first loop was spent trying to figure out where the open station was.  After two unsuccesful forays to structures that were closed until April, I finally found what I had been looking for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second loop went more smoothly and I was able to relax a bit more, enjoy the scenery, which included an ice sculpture as well as several different types of water fowl.  My running never quite settled into feeling comfortable for too long.  Towards the end of the second loop, I could feel my calf acting up again.  The tightness/pain was there even during the first loop, but it was bearable and not too bad until towards the end of the second loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I would do a third loop after retrieving my iPod from the car and stretching out my leg a bit.  I knew I probably wasn't going to make it all the way around the loop without stopping to stretch the leg, and I was right.  If I really wanted to, I probably could have pushed it, but decided it wasn't worthwhile to do so.  I think I stopped two or three times to stretch out my leg and then resumed with walking for a bit and then picked it back up to a run.  I stopped my watch when I was walking to try to give me a sense of how long I was actually running.  So, I'm not sure of the exact distance I ran, but I imagine I ran around 8.5 to 8.75 miles in all (75 minutes).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I seem to have come down with some respiratory thing.  It started Friday night and has progressed quite a bit since then.  Not sure how this will effect my running.  I'm 'supposed' to run tomorrow, but I may push it back to Tuesday depending on how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... and one more thing.  I'm wondering if my new shoes are causing/contributing to my injury.  Yes, of course they're Mizuno Wave Riders, the same brand and model I've worn for several years, but maybe this particular pair is a 'lemon'.  Who knows... just a theory... but this calf problem seems to coincide with when I started wearing this particular pair.  Hmmm.  Maybe my calves don't like the color of the shoes.... very important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-3783200795306126901?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/3783200795306126901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=3783200795306126901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3783200795306126901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/3783200795306126901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/02/lady-of-lake.html' title='Lady of the Lake'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2790855271025165240</id><published>2008-01-31T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:46:18.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><title type='text'>R(eba) &amp; R(est)</title><content type='html'>Two things that typically not go well together.  After my run on Monday I decided that I need to do a better job of listening to my body.  My left lower calf gave me so much pain on Monday, I decided not to run on Wednesay.  In the interest of full disclosre - the forecast for Wednesday morning of cold, rain, and winds in excess of 22mph also had something to do with me not running.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I headed to the gym to try a little running and if that didn't work out, well, at least I could do the eliptical machine and some weights.  I consciously kept it to about a 9 minute pace and for about two miles, it felt okay... not great, but totally managable.  Things started to tighten up more and more and the pain started to increase, so I stopped after three miles.  I took some extra time to stretch afterwards.  Now, a few hours later, it's feeling pretty good - which seems to be an improvement over the last time I ran.  So, I'm feeling a little bit hopeful and trying not to let my frustration get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to do nine this weekend, but I'll be happy with twice around the lake, which will make for about six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience... something the good doctor needs to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 miles in 26:45&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2790855271025165240?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2790855271025165240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2790855271025165240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2790855271025165240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2790855271025165240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/01/r-eba-r-est.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;(eba) &amp; &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;(est)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-654467835051560963</id><published>2008-01-28T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:12:41.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><title type='text'>One more week...</title><content type='html'>... That's all I'm giving this stupid lower calf injury before I call and make an appointment. Of course, I'm pretty sure that it'll cost me $30 just to hear the good doc tell me to lay off running for a week and see how it feels. Sure, I could do that without spending the dough, but somehow it's an easier sell to myself to stop running when the orders are coming from a physician. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this morning's run was more of the same. Painful and labored. The monotony of the hamster wheel didn't help. It was worst in the beginning of the run, particularly the first quarter miles... and then just really awful for the at least another two and a half miles. It never went away, but either endorphins kicked in or I became more tolerant of it somewhere along the way, though it was always there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposefully kept a slower pace this morning hoping that would help. It didn't. It just made getting in five miles take longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 in 44. Grrrrr. I'm frustrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-654467835051560963?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/654467835051560963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=654467835051560963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/654467835051560963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/654467835051560963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-more-week.html' title='One more week...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-2493196051821209036</id><published>2008-01-26T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:14:01.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinicum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long run'/><title type='text'>Tinicum Frozen</title><content type='html'>Unexpectedly found myself at Tinicum this morning. I had made other plans for my running for today, but decided this made more sense and, besides, it's been a while. I did the &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1556781"&gt;original figure eight loop &lt;/a&gt;which is a hair shorter than the revised Seebecka figure eight loop. It gave me about nine, which was what I was looking for. The last few weekends, I've contented myself with the eight and a half of the drives. I haven't been feeling all that great so I didn't want to do much more than what I have been doing on my long runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain I have in my left calf was present throughout my run. It was particularly sore at the end of the run and especially within the hour following my run. Going down stairs was interesting. Now, several hours later, it is better... still there, but better. I've been trying to stretch it out after my runs, but I'm not sure that is helping. I've tried googling my symptoms to try to figure out what is going on, but nothing seems to fit. I was thinking that it was muscular... and I still think it is... but I'm wondering if there's something else going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right leg old stress fracture thingy is still there too - as it has been for a number of years now. Recently I've had two, independent "Steves" feel the interior part of my tibia and both have noticed a lump - and this lump is very tender to the touch. My working hypothesis is that this lump is scar tissue that has built up around this old fracture that has never really healed and that probably never will totally heal (unless I give up running). Funny thing is, it doesn't really hurt when I run... just when there is pressure applied to that 'lump'.  The tenderness has abated in the past when I have taken a good bit of time off from running.  Yeah... I should probably get all of these things checked out, but I just got finished dealing with the hip thing (which seems fine now - knock on wood) and I really don't feel like scheduling the appointments, paying the co-pays, and being told not to run. So I'll continue to do what I've been doing... which is run and keep a log of my aches and pains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the run. I made a conscious effort during this run to try to enjoy myself, to not worry tremendously about pace, and just try to get in the miles while feeling good (leg pain, not included). As I was running the 'interesting part' of the lower loop, I came across the partially decimated carcass of a fawn. It's eyes were cloudy, it's gut had been gnawed upon by the opportunistic whatevers of Tinicum. It was a sad sight. I wondered if she had somehow been separated from her mother and starved or if there were some other cause of her death. Either way, it was sad and I said a little prayer as I skirted around her body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the run was less noteworthy. I did scare and get scared by a large deer - we both ran. And, of course, there was plenty of water fowl. A few humans were spotted as well - all of us traveling as solitary creatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 miles in 77 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-2493196051821209036?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/2493196051821209036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=2493196051821209036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2493196051821209036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/2493196051821209036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/01/tinicum-frozen.html' title='Tinicum Frozen'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-4044467340975403516</id><published>2008-01-24T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:14:42.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><title type='text'>For the Record</title><content type='html'>I didn't start this blog to use it as a place to kvetch and complain, so I'm not going to do that other than to say that my run today sucked. I was going to make this a very spartan entry, but Seebo encouraged me to be a bit more detailed in my chronicle if for no other reason than to have a record of it for future reference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran on the treadmill today - it was difficult. It took a lot for me to make it to five miles. At four, I was done, but I kept pushing and made it to five. This is discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some what I perceived to be tightness in my lower calves (&lt;a href="http://www.realbodywork.com/learn/ankle/calf.htm"&gt;soleus&lt;/a&gt; perhaps) on Saturday after my long run, particularly in my left calf. This feeling remains a bit - again, mainly in my left calf. Also notable is my 'old stress fracture' on my right leg (inside about 2/3rds of the way down the tibia); gentle rubbing on this area produces pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I documented it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 miles in 42:31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-4044467340975403516?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/4044467340975403516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=4044467340975403516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4044467340975403516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/4044467340975403516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-record.html' title='For the Record'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-5068917967990725185</id><published>2008-01-22T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:46:14.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>I intended to run yesterday, but instead had lunch with a friend... which pushed my run back 'till this morning. So it was off to the gym for me. Tuesdays are usually my Spin with Bruce days, but I forwent (is that a word?) the spinning for some treddy action. Nothing too notable - other than the fact that I find it really hard to convince myself to stay on the treadmill for six whole miles, which I had planned. The run felt okay... not great, but not horrible. I decided to do five instead of six - arguing that I needed to get into work early since I've been out for a while... added a quarter mile at the end just for shits and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.25 in 44:21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-5068917967990725185?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/5068917967990725185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=5068917967990725185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5068917967990725185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/5068917967990725185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2292779685018454603.post-1555133537188392700</id><published>2008-01-19T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:16:14.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long run'/><title type='text'>Becky Crocker</title><content type='html'>Laying on my couch, hair still damp from my shower, waiting for my chocolate cake to bake. What a difference a week makes. I wasn't sure how I was going to get through today's run. I've been a bit more stressed than usual lately and had a terrible night sleep last night. I almost wussed out of today's run, but as my sister so accurately stated, "You'll be grumpy if you don't." And she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now for the third consecutive week, I've met the Philly Runners crew down by the Art Museum for their Saturday morning loop. And just like the last two weeks, I found myself running alone for the vast majority of the time. I was more okay with this today than I had been in past weeks; lots kickin' around in my mind to mull over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks I've done this run have been difficult. I felt like I was struggling to hold onto 8:40 miles and by the time the sixth mile rolled around, I had felt like I hit the wall. With that history in mind, I made a conscious effort to not pressure myself too much about the pace for those initial two or three miles. I made a point of trying to run comfortably. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was averaging right around 8:30 miles and I felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dozens of times I have run the Art Museum loop, I have usually run up Kelly Drive first. The Philly Runners go the other way. Psychologically, I don't like this change. My body and mind are accustomed to the other direction and while this may not seem like a big deal, it's taken some getting used to for me. Not sure why I'm even mentioning it, other than it's interesting to me how much of a difference that seems to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing over Falls Bridge, my legs were feeling tired, but not like I wanted to stop and I was encouraged to see that my mile splits were remaining fairly consistent. Around the two mile mark, two folks from Philly Runners caught up with me. We chatted a bit and I was able to hang with them for the better part of the next mile, but then they were gone and I was fine with that. Actually, I was thankful to have had them pull me through that seventh mile since that is where I've kind of pooped out the last two weeks. Overall, a better run than the previous two weekend loops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake should be done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 in 71 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2292779685018454603-1555133537188392700?l=fadetored-reba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/feeds/1555133537188392700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2292779685018454603&amp;postID=1555133537188392700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1555133537188392700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2292779685018454603/posts/default/1555133537188392700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadetored-reba.blogspot.com/2008/01/becky-crocker.html' title='Becky Crocker'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1H1fDgs9jA/TZjYUIaV1vI/AAAAAAAAAns/26ytweZ8ogk/s220/P1030109_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
