tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40482332258462441022024-02-19T05:23:21.025-07:00The Skipping PixieRunning, ranting and skipping through life...The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-12095233123842673462015-07-09T09:54:00.001-07:002015-07-09T09:54:15.130-07:00Ironman CDA 2015, the before.Well well well. It's now been over 2 YEARS since I posted in here....lots has happened and many times I have thoguht to come back to update <i>myself</i> on life, have a place to go back and remember all the wonderful things I get to do, but I never seem to make it back. I had thought I would use this space as a place to write about my IM training, and instead, I find myself already finished and now all that's left is to write the recap.<br />
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Lets have a brief timeline catchup:<br />
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<b>March 2014</b> - Completed first 70.3 at IM Oceanside. Raced with the FLU, it was NOT pretty.<br />
<b>July 2014 </b>- Raced Vineman 70.3 - super hot but my favorite race to date. Amazing.<br />
<b>October 2014</b> - Raced Soma 70.3. Shitshow. October is NOT cool in AZ, ever. Never ever again. (now IMAZ 70.3)<br />
<b>November 2014</b> - Registered for IMCDA <br />
<b>NOVEMBER 2014 - March 2015</b> - Injuries, poor bike fit, setbacks. Finally FIXED by my awesome PT, Ian. YAY<br />
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Let's back up a bit. I always said I would NEVER EVER sign up for a 140.6. Nope. I saw Wade do it, and many many friends but I just couldn't wrap my head around the distance, the discipline in training and I never really thought I had the ability or athletic prowess to do it myself. Specifically the swim. (I couldn't swim 25 yards 2 years ago, progress people) So as I ticked off a few 70.3's and I watched another group of first timers become Ironmen, my self doubt turned around and I found myself wanted to put myself up for the challenge. After lots of self talk, and convining Wade into jpining me, I pulled the trigger and resgistered on November 15. Happy Anniversary honey, this will really test our marriage!<br />
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I won't get into all the training and details because this is supposed to be my race recap, but I will mention that we switched coaching companies 3 MONTHS before the race, which was VERY stressful initially and then it became the best thing I could have done. Krista LaPan with <a href="http://teambsctriathlon.com/" target="_blank">Team BSC</a> jumped in feet first and was an <i>absolute godsend.</i> We both had a renewed sense of excitement and urgency to get our asses in gear. New workouts and someone monitoring us so closely was a total game changer. Wade's attitude completely changed and it was fun having something new and someone with such a different coaching style on our team.<br />
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My training cycle went great. I wasn't feeling 100% with my run, but that's another story to tell. (my run fitness had been digressing the past 2 years and with only 3 months to work with, Krista did what she could and I'm happy with that) I imagine everyone never feels "ready" for their 1st IM and I found myself wanting more and more time when everyone was like "yeah it's tapertime". I had put in 4 100+ milers and several 16-20 mile runs, AND was swimming more than I ever could have imagined, 10K yards on some weeks. I was assured I was ready.<br />
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About 10 days before the race, we got some concerning weather forecasting...<br />
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Not normal. And it kept climbing. Lot's of frantic facebooking, emailing, texting and changing of some fueling/hydration and wetsuits wearing.<br />
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I remainined fairly calm but inside I was scared shitless and really upset that my 1st IM would be in this hotbox. Not cool.<br />
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We flew into Spokane Thursday before the race, the flight was full of IM people and we had an easy travel day and arrived at our amazing house for the week.<br />
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The next 2 days were a flurry of grocery shopping, practice swims, riding the course, a shakeout run, eating, hydrating, checking in and dropping gear off. It was exhausting....especially in the 95-100 degree heat!<br />
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My parents arrived Saturday and helped us drop off our bikes...that was the first time I got scared I think, it was setting in! We had a great dinner at the house, froze our hydration and attempted to get some sleep....race morning was almost here! <br />
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The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-44709640555120593632013-05-18T11:36:00.001-07:002013-05-18T11:36:46.202-07:00On BloggingAgain...it's been a long time.<br />
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I guess writing my thoughts on this space lost its luster. A lot of cool things have happened, and life is busy. So organizing thoughts and photos into "this" took the backseat over spending time working, loving and living.<br />
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We went to Europe. We ate, we drank, we laughed. And we cried when the dog sitter lost our dog. (still a sensitive subject so I'm going to leave it alone)<br />
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I have had NO training schedule since my last full marathon in February and it's been great. No races. No pressure. I run when I want and have been yoga-ing, spinning and lifting weights. It's been fun and refreshing.<br />
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BUT...I'm ready to get to back to business.<br />
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I have a few new goals on the horizon...in the head - not on paper yet. <br />
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Maybe I'll blog again and share them soon.... The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-80255292932973206442013-03-21T23:01:00.000-07:002013-03-22T08:35:16.472-07:00A Fresh PerspectiveRunning races.<br />
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It's fun, it's exhilarating, and always having one on the horizon is the best way the keep in shape. For me, it's a way at being held accountable. Knowing I must run "XX" miles this week so I don't hurt myself/fail miserably at upcoming race "X".<br />
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And then there is burn out. When you dread waking up Sunday morning at 5am to run a stupid race in the stupid sun. Especially stupid when your knee/leg is still hurting.<br />
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So I ran this stupid race a couple weeks ago. And I was really looking forward to this one as I had ran it 2 years prior when I was still a "newer runner" than I am now. I'm not sure what happened during that race that crept into my brain and gave me a case of the bad attitudes.<br />
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I should really have no reason. I'm lucky really.....I have 2 legs, I'm healthy, I live in a beautiful city for running, so what happened?<br />
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I guess burn out. I have been consistently entering races since August of last summer and I need a break.<br />
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I let running get into my head too much at times and forget WHY I run in the first place.<br />
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It makes me feel good. <b>Free.</b><br />
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It lets me be outside, enjoying the pretty neighborhood I live in and the temperate weather we have.<br />
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It lets me wave at neighbors/dogs and see the coyotes and javelina on cool mornings (cheesy yes, but I love seeng this stuff out running).<br />
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The last couple weeks have been void of much running. A 3 or 4 miler here and there. I let myself be a slacker...and hello, that's ok. This isn't my job. I'm not fast, I don't win races. I do it for fun. For the people I have met along the way (and the extra pizza I get to eat doesn't hurt).<br />
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I've gained a couple pounds...which isn't awesome. At all.<br />
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I put on my shoes and went out last night with no plan... And damn it felt good. 3 miles. And I did it again tonight. 5 miles.<br />
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They were the fastest, best 2 runs I've had in a long time.<br />
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I have no races planned until August and until then I vow to run like this as often as I can.<br />
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Because it's fun.<br />
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<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-25644954962187153772013-02-18T09:18:00.001-07:002013-02-18T09:18:34.482-07:00IMS AZ 2013The weekend flew by as usual...how is it already Monday?<br />
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<b>IMS Arizona Marathon</b> <b>2013</b><br />
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Course: Verrado to Glendale, AZ<br />
Time: 4:09:11<br />
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How I felt:<br />
It's a mixed bag here. The first 8 miles were awesome, I felt good mentally and physically, the weather was perfect and the first part of the course was fairly nice. I experienced some horrendous stomach issues at my last half marathon a couple weeks ago and it came back to haunt me. I think I wasted about 4-5 minutes stopping at various J-Johns along the way and took some extra time walking when the gut/fear of an accident kicked in, good times! I noticed it kicked in after my 1st GU, this has never happened to me before so I think it's time to find a new source of fuel? Wade ran with me until about mile 16 and then took off like a bat outta
hell. I was hoping to break the 4:00 mark yesterday and was on course at
the halfway mark...but the gut issues, the heat and my hip/back pain
were working against me. <br />
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The highlight of my race...My friend Ryan and his buddy rode the ENTIRE course with me on their beach cruisers and it was the best thing I could have ever asked for. Once I realized my goal wasn't going to happen, I decided I was going to have FUN and I really did. We had so much fun talking, laughing, being silly, waving at cops and volunteers, it made the 26.2 fly by and I never felt alone out there. It's a small race and for many stretches I was running alone, so having these 2 guys by my side was amazing. They handed me water, gum and GU along the way, it was like my own personal race crew! Ryan was supposed to run the race, but due to injury he chose not to start so instead, he and I crossed the finish line together, he earned it too! <br />
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I'm really happy I did it, and saw so many familiar faces along the way...which was one of the best parts! Seeing Wade (and lots of friends) at the finish line, with a HUGE smile on his face (this was his 1st full) was worth every ounce of pain .... and I still got a PR. And a sunburn.<br />
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And I got to finally meet my cute friend <a href="http://thunderfingers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">ChaCha</a> who also had an awesome PR 3 weeks after running a hilly marathon in her hometown, she's kind of a badass! <br />
<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-82430722521824716792013-01-31T17:30:00.003-07:002013-01-31T17:30:40.986-07:00Catching Up.Hello there.<br />
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I have been so quiet that I'm not really sure how to just jump back in without sounding like a weirdo who has been pretty bad at blogging lately.<br />
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{Nutshell - My Life} <br />
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<i>Work, Thanksgiving/</i><i>Christmas/New Years, New Babies (and
baby showers), friends/family in town, running, celebrating our 3rd
Anniversary, volunteering at my 1st Ironman (whoa), preparing for the
Holidays AND thoroughly enjoying them (parties yes please), making new
goals, a trip up North to a haunted hotel, marathon training in full
effect and eying some more races), running a 10 mile race and a half marathon...which resulted in a
new PR, booking some trips (oh boy!) and embarking on one amazing
one....life.</i><br />
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So yeah...all that. I won't spend the time going back through the details. I was sick on and off about 3 times over the Holidays which is never ideal but I am 100% now and feel great. My running took a bit of a hit with all that and I am noticing it quite a bit in my speed, endurance and my lung capacity. That's OK, I feel healthy and injury free so I'm content with that.<br />
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Coming up...<br />
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February 2nd - Desert Classic Half Marathon (training run)<br />
February 17th - IMS Arizona Marathon <br />
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The last few weeks at glance, in numbers:<br />
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<li>43 miles</li>
<li>47 miles</li>
<li>34 miles (setback week, whew)</li>
<li>46 miles</li>
<li>Current week (tapering) 12 miles</li>
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I am extremely sore today from a couple of new HIIT workouts the past 2 days, so I skipped today's run in lieu of rest so I have 2 full days before my half on Saturday.<br />
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Looking forward to:<br />
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<li> The Phoenix Open this weekend. Party time, excellent. </li>
<li> Super Bowl Sunday!</li>
<li>A night in Sedona to celebrate my Dad's 65th Birthday...it's a surprise, shhh.</li>
<li>Girls Weekend in San Fran.</li>
<li>Our FIRST trip to Europe. <i>I.cannot.wait.</i> </li>
<li>Working on my race calendar and trying a new to me distance, gulp!</li>
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How about a mini photo bomb?<br />
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<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-16203105359869882842013-01-20T09:51:00.002-07:002013-01-20T09:51:45.049-07:00hello there. You know when you avoid a phone call because it's been so long...and you aren't sure where to start?<br />
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Yeah...<br />
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I just returned from 6 days in Paradise (the Dominican Republic) and am ready to blog again. <br />
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<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-62956966753751722182012-12-17T12:01:00.001-07:002012-12-17T12:01:25.973-07:00A Post. <div style="text-align: center;">
I haven't blogged in a really long time. I had a post I was working on and planned on posting a day or two ago recapping my life lately. </div>
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But that seemed trite and small considering the events that occurred late last week. So I'll remain silent because really, who cares about what I have been up to?</div>
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My prayers are with Newtown...the families, the victims and the loss this sleepy little town has been handed. </div>
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<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-1711388665393108882012-11-13T13:04:00.001-07:002012-11-13T13:04:12.044-07:00Cold Weather Running for IdiotsLiving in Arizona, cold weather running isn't really a thought. All those articles that come out in the winter Runner's World magazine and posted throughout the internet during the holidays...they don't really apply.<br />
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So you can see my dilemna when I packed my tiny weekend bag to head up to the cabin. I packed some sweats, long sleeves, my cyclying shorts, a pair of running shorts and long sleeve running shirt.<br />
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Then this happened on Saturday. <br />
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I welcomed this sight....it was beautiful and finally got me into the Holiday mood! I knew a run was not in the books, so I hoped on my trusty bike/trainer combo and spun myself into 45 minutes of sweat induced bliss, all while in the comfort of the indoors. Sunday I woke up to sunshine and melted snow so I talked myself into running a nice easy 5 miles at the local high school track. 35 degrees?<br />
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I don't know which was worse...my outfit or the fact that I froze my ass off.<br />
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I did my 5 miles and hurried my butt home for a hot bath and a cup of chai tea.<br />
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Lesson learned? Oh yes, pack warmer shit. <br />
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10k Pace *whoops* outside in the rain. </div>
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I had to put a filter on my "self portraits"...no one needs to see that, <br />
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9 miles for the day, like a Boss. Foam rolled, iced, compression'd up for a nice long run tomorrow. Looking forward to running with the cloudy/rainy weather! <br />
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<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-12142631440707184882012-11-07T21:20:00.002-07:002012-11-07T21:21:36.875-07:00Motivation with a hangover.Fall Racing is definitely here. Each weekend my Facebook feed is filled with photos, stories, and new PR's from friends all over. I love it. <br />
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And as you know, I also love a good spreadsheet. I love a plan. Now executing the plan...that's the tough part.<br />
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The other night, we sat down and finally watched the 2012 Ironman Kona Championships from a few weeks ago.<br />
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Motivating? <i>Yes. </i><br />
Intimidating? <i>Heck Yes.</i><br />
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These chics are beasts. Animals. Machines. Athletes.<br />
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I know that will never be me, and that's OK....but every once in a while, I think to myself...could I train for an Ironman? Would I? Could I handle it physically or mentally? <br />
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And then I snap back to reality. I'll just make Wade do one someday. <br />
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I was amped up to run the next morning and I knocked out a great 6 mile run and then did a full body weight circuit. I was excited to log it and proceed with the next day'd double run.<br />
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And then I got drunk on election night. And woke up hungover and swore off alcohol forever. Who do I think I am? (<--- an idiot?) <br />
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I missed my double runs today. But that's OK, I kinda had a good excuse.<br />
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Two of my best friends from High School. Steph was in town from Florida and we finally got our shit together and made plans. It had been 6 years since the 3 of us were together. We laughed, talked and reminisced for 4 hours. (and Steph and I apparently drank too many beers, oy)<br />
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So tomorrow's a new day, time for that double run day. The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-7342345334676132412012-11-04T12:38:00.001-07:002012-11-05T08:25:56.126-07:00Lately. And a PR.Busy Week. Whew.<br />
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A new baby arrived....and she is amazing, adorable and absolutely perfect. I'm in love.<br />
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We Trick-or-Treated with Cyn, Jeff and little Natalie.<br />
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I attended a baby shower (do we sense a theme amongst my girlfriends?)<br />
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And the best of all. I got my PR. I am on cloud 9 right now!<br />
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I set an intention this race during my first mile. I ran for NYC. I ran for my husband. And I ran for my new "niece" and her Momma...who better get her ass in gear once she is cleared so she can run side by side with me. I stayed out of my <i>own head</i> the entire race which I have NEVER accomplished before. I was happy, I felt good. I stopped smiling at all the cheering spectators at mile 11 because I was so focused on my goal and was feeling like a robot at that point. I hope no one thougth I was a grouchy ahole. I wasn't, I promise.<br />
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I almost cried when I looked at my Garmin at mile 12.5 and KNEW I was going to make it. Hard work pays off....what a concept.<br />
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(Edited to add official results) The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-12470605739494248812012-10-30T21:37:00.002-07:002012-10-30T21:37:49.293-07:00Candy MonsterHalloween is my 2nd favorite Holiday! (besides Christmas, duh) People get silly, dress up, the decorations are beyond awesome, and we eat candy. I think I have had 10 mini candy bars today. Scrape me off the ceiling please. <i>This</i> is why I don't keep candy in my house. I love sweets, but my ass does not.<br />
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Alright chunky and your double chin, after tomorrow...you are cut off.<br />
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Meow. The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-49300269977578339512012-10-28T09:56:00.000-07:002012-10-28T09:57:28.740-07:00What Day Is It?Man oh man has work been NUTS. My business comes in waves and it is crazy right now, which is a blessing in my field...I had a mini meltdown on Tuesday night and woke up Wednesday with my husband's cold that I had been avoiding the past 2 days. Nothing like getting sick when work is busy and you have a race the following weekend. <br />
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<b>Thursday: </b>Sick</div>
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<b>Friday: </b>5 miles easy</div>
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<b>Saturday: </b>5 miles<br />
<b>Sunday:</b> <strike>Long Run </strike>Hmmm</div>
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I had fully intended on a long run today, but with this cold now in my chest and not feeling really great, I reluctantly skipped it and will run it Monday am. Good times.<b> </b></div>
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A <a href="http://thunderfingers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">very smart little blogger</a> planted an idea in my head after I posted my San Jose RnR Recap. Her major points:<br />
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2. Don't add more speedwork (1x/week is plenty, you will just get injured)<br />
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We exchanged a few emails and chatted about HOW I could do this and if it was realistic...and it is. It really got me thinking about how I feel when I run more per week vs. per less. And really...I feel better running more. I feel stronger, faster, more confident. I run between 30-35/week consistently (give or take depending on my current happenings) and she suggested I bump up to 40-50. A little scary but I think I can handle it. And really, full marathon training IS right around the corner, so it should work out nicely. <br />
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So there ya have it. It's not science after all. (well I suppose it is)<br />
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The weekend has been pretty great! A dinner date with Wade and a Sun's game on Friday night, lunch al fresco on Saturday, homemade soup and a movie last night. It's been lowkey and laidback, my favorite kind of weekend. Off to enjoy the rest of my WHOLE WEEKEND off, thank you Real Estate Gods. <br />
<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-42933466702453047412012-10-22T17:03:00.000-07:002012-10-22T17:03:53.982-07:00All Mine<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-80909572287919535392012-10-17T10:15:00.000-07:002012-10-17T10:15:35.918-07:00Cactus ChaCha ReviewFirst trail run in the books! I didn't sleep a wink last Friday night, I was so nervous about this run for some reason. I don't know if it was because it was something new and I wasn't sure what to expect, or because I was scared to death of the hills and rocky terrain....but probably both.<br />
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It was a beautiful morning out in the desert and the race had a really cool laid vibe to it. The "gun" went off and Trent and I headed out after saying hi to several people we knew. The first half of the race was pretty much uphill, rocky and was a "single track" (one runner at a time). I used all my concentration picking through the course and trying to land as carefully as possible. My Garmin didn't work out there so I had no clue how fast I was running and that made it much more fun! I hear a few guys behind me talking about the switchbacks that were up again and I got a little nervous but kept plugging away...the people were SO cool and polite and helpful. I ran with the same group most of the race and they were all laughing, yelling and talking each other through the technical parts, it was really helpful and was something I had never experienced before.<br />
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I focused on my breathing up those hills and maintaining the same effort up as I did running flat, and then let it fly downhill all while still being careful so I didn't eat shit or twist an ankle. Nothing like having someone on your heels to keep you moving forward. At one point I lost Trent so I just kept moving and stuck with Hal, an older, very experienced runner and he helped keep me focused on finishing. I really only ran alone for about .50 of the whole course...I can see how people would get lonely out there.<br />
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I was really happy to see that finish line and my Dad standing there yelling my name. My official time was 1:09:10 which was a 9:53 pace. I was REALLY happy with that. My feet, ankles and calves hurt in places that have never hurt before, but it makes sense because I didn't run in trail shoes and I hit a lot of rocks using muscles my feet aren't used to using.<br />
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My Dad did the Mini ChaCha (3 mile loop) and I was so proud of him. He is not a "runner" and was pretty nervous at the beginning. He is currently working on losing some weight (down 25lbs whoot!) so this was a big step for him, and he did SO good! <br />
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AND I won a $50.00 gift card in the raffle to my favorite running store, The Tortoise and Hare!<br />
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I will be trailing running again in the future, it was so much fun.The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-2760526481468606852012-10-12T08:26:00.003-07:002012-10-12T08:26:41.780-07:00A Trail Run AttemptI'm doing <a href="http://www.cactuschacha.com/index.html" target="_blank">THIS</a> tomorrow.<br />
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In an attempt to get my feet wet in the world of trail running I signed signed up for this little race. The distance is short at just 7 miles, but the terrain scares the shit out of me.<br />
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Rocks, inclines, steep drops, snakes and of course the HUGE potential to fall down. Bloody knees are a common sight in trail running. Gulp. I am NOT looking to segue into trail running, but since I agreed to pace my buddy for 15 miles of his 100 mile Ultra attempt at the end of this month, so I better get my ass in gear.<br />
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This race will be sad and emotional as the Race Director and Founder of this race passed away earlier this year while doing some altitude training at Humphrey's Peak in Flagstaff. He was kind and funny and he was the one who really got me excited about picking out a full marathon last Fall. <br />
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But there is something I am excited about! My dad is coming out for this run. And not just to watch, he is going to hike/walk the 3 mile loop! This means so much to me for many reasons, mainly because he wants to get his health and his weight under control, but also, to spend time with me doing something I love. <br />
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The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-88700628796950141542012-10-11T20:55:00.000-07:002012-10-11T20:55:01.924-07:00RnR SJ Race Recap I still have a bit of a wedgie about my performance at the RnR on Sunday. I've been stewing over my race the last few days and will chalk it up to this:<br />
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1. I was mentally lazy the last 5K<br />
2. I got warm/sun in face half the race (bad excuse from a Phoenician)<br />
3. I wasn't rested (traveling the day before isn't ideal + crappy night's sleep)<br />
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My biggest issue really....I just need to try harder. I need to make it hurt, push myself. And that means DURING training and DURING the race. Why put all these miles on my legs and then not see improvement? All of this stuff was purely "me". <br />
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Yes, I beat my PR from February by seconds, (1:53:41 vs. 1:53:12) but I have put in a lot of miles since then and I should be making strides (pun intended) in my goal times. <br />
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But I'm over it now and it's time to move on. To work harder. Maybe I need to run less miles and the ones I do run I need to really push myself on? Ideas anyone? I am happy I can do this, to run and all that jazz....but let's face it, we all want to be better for ourselves. I do anyway.<br />
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The race itself was well organized as all RnR's are. Fast and efficient expo, I picked up and my packet and bailed so I can't say how it was from that standpoint. My biggest beef with RnR...not an option to get your bib ANY other way but picking it up. We had to drive to San Jose twice and that could have been avoided if they had a paid option to mail your shit. <br />
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The race start was uneventful...I freaked out a tiny bit when I saw I was in Corral #3 and super close to the start line. I have only ever run the RnR in Phoenix and I was in Corral #7, which was a HUGE corral for a HUGE race. Not that any of this matters. J-Johns were plentiful and it was kind of cold so I stripped my jacket off and handed it Gio right before the gun went off. <br />
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The course was boring and fairly quiet (except all the cute and peppy cheerleaders lining the course) and my splits were pretty good until I hit mile 10 and then they kind of sucked. Looking at them just pisses me off as I could have hit my goal if I would have tried a little harder. I guess it wasn't my day. <br />
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Now that I think about it, I have never had a TERRIBLE race. I read stories about people having horrible, painful (OK Ragnar hurt) or emotional races but I don't, I just have good or OK and I'm alright with that. <br />
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I think my mind was not in the race, but with my friend waiting at the finish line and with the streets of San Fran. I couldn't wait to be done. And when I crossed the line, I was done.<br />
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Gio asked me "do you want to hang out, sit down or rest?" and I said "nope, let's roll". She was the dream race crew. She woke up early, had my pre-race breakfast on hand, drove my ass around, cheered me on (I saw her 2x on the course and she yelled SO loud and took pictures and gave me the play by play on all the girls outfits and was very perplexed at the amount of makeup she saw on girls faces) and told me she was proud of me even though I was grumpy for like, 5 seconds afterwards. <br />
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Actually we went and drank a few cocktails and ate some food...and Matt put up with us for 2 solid days, he is angel because <i>I know</i> we are annoying...<br />
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Walked around (Fleet Week in SF is awesome) and caught part of the airshow...<br />
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I felt super "fall like" (or Lumberjack-ish) in my plaid shirt and you are welcome for this high quality vanity shot...<br />
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I soaked up some Cali sun...<br />
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We watched bad TV, I shopped (hello Lululemon), drank wine, ate pizza and ice cream cones on a street side cafe and laughed MY ASS OFF until I went home Monday night.<br />
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And ya know what, good friends are better than "OK" races.<br />
<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-70537875864706470552012-10-08T09:45:00.001-07:002012-10-09T10:41:24.614-07:00#8 DoneThis will be quick because I have an amazing city to walk around in today (and shop, hello) but I wanted to post briefly and let you all know that I got er done.<br />
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<b>Time: 1:53:12</b>....a new PR by a mere 30 something seconds.<br />
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I am mad at myself for dropping the ball the last few miles, I need to work harder. I got tired and warm and I never really got into the race, and the course was beyond boring. I knew I had it in me, but it will have to wait until next month. That Sub 1:50 will be mine....<br />
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Off to check out more of San Fran! The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-27948279088935761692012-10-05T17:28:00.001-07:002012-10-05T17:28:22.668-07:004 Day WeekendIt all started with an 80 minute massage, champagne and the pool....not a bad way to start if I do say so myself. The JW Marriott Desert Ridge is a favorite of ours, so I couldn't pass this one up. <br />
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I bought a deal through <a href="http://travelzoo.com/">TravelZoo.com</a> and it did not disappoint!<br />
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My bags are packed, my Garmin is charged and I'm heading out to San Fran tomorrow am - can't wait! There is a TON of fun stuff going on throughout the weekend so I have a feeling we will be busy girls.<br />
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Busy race weekend, best of luck to everyone running/racing!The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-55791441761188850292012-09-28T10:47:00.002-07:002012-09-28T10:48:49.706-07:00Ready as Ever....I'm going going back back to Cali, Cali.<br />
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Yup. 9 days and it's Rock 'n' Roll San Jose (how the eff did I get roped into running another RnR).<br />
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Oh yeah.<br />
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This little pixie was planning on running it with me, only I'll be running solo due to some old injuries that have popped up in little Gio's knees. I'm bummed yes, but taking care of her body is #1. She says she is excited to cheer me on. She's crazy. This is small for a RnR event, only about 12k runners (include mini marathon) so I am pretty happy that it will be slightly less of a clusterfuck that RnR tends to be. I'm more excited to eat, drink and be merry with my frayonds - the race is just the icing on the cake. <br />
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I busted out my last long run this morning. I had a 5:15am wake up call so I could get it done before work and because my weekend is jammed pack (and I want to drink wine tonight, for reals). I ran 12 miles. It was non-eventful. A little tight in my right hip, as usual. It was a reasonable pace and the weather made it a quick and painless run.<br />
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My week should end with 36 miles and 3 days of HEAVY weights. I feel good about that. <br />
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Do I feel ready? Yes. Am I going to PR? I sure hope so....but I won't be upset if I don't. I don't feel like I have the speed to do it, hopefully I'll surprise myself.<br />
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And hopefully the course is flat. And the weather is cold. <br />
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Gio tells me "pack shorts or a dress for the day and a sweater at night".<br />
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RIGHT. Did you forget where I am from? That's full on winter for me.<br />
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Off to work for a few hours, stuff my face and hopefully have 2 FULL says off. Psh. (um hello pizza party tonight and Dback game tomorrow) <br />
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Anyone doing anything SUPER fun this weekend?<br />
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<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-56027230197985061272012-09-23T16:47:00.001-07:002012-09-23T16:47:55.236-07:00Tri-ing<b>I was a cheerleader today.</b><br />
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I shoved GU down his throat, lathered him up in sunscreen and sent him off, yelling my loudest.<br />
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So proud.The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-30623131033255251992012-09-15T12:10:00.000-07:002012-09-15T12:10:11.395-07:00Hills = Make You or Break YouHello from the Mountains!<br />
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Yesterday was spent soaking up the weather....I actually wore sweats and long sleeves!<br />
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I had 11 miles on my schedule for this weekend's long run and naturally I hydrated with 3 beers yesterday and a tasty chicken burger.<br />
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A vision of running and health right there.<br />
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When I run up North I typically run the same route each time, out of comfort and because the roads are very confusing and winding up here. Knowing me I would get lost. But running down the Highway is boring, so I decided to take a different road for part of my usual run. I knew what I was getting into this morning and I was actually excited.<br />
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<i>Hills will make you or break you. </i><br />
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Today, they made me. I walked a few, but that's OK. I felt good, strong and confident. And it was fun...I actually said "WEEEEEEEEEEE" while running down a really big one. (ya know, because I ran UP it on the way out)<br />
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I think my right arm is sore from all the waving I did to the passing cars. I got a lot of honks, waves and thumb ups. People are super nice here. Or they just think I'm weird - not a lot of runners up here. <br />
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Change of scenery. <u>Solid idea. </u><br />
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I came back and took myself through a decent all-over weight circuit and know we are off to Oktoberfest, that should be interesting!<br />
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<br />The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-10864218448239346712012-09-10T18:49:00.000-07:002012-09-10T18:49:01.358-07:00Planning AheadI am a planner. Known fact.<br />
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Ask my husband. Ask my family. Ask my best friends.<br />
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I always have been. I like lists, I like whiteboards, I like notepads and love me a good sexy spreadsheet.<br />
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I put my menu for the week on a white board in my kitchen.<br />
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I track my running schedule and workouts on a color coded spreadsheet.<br />
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It's kind of like my inner nerd peeking out....but just a little. <br />
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So the point of this post is planning ahead...you see, I have the rest of my year etched out. Not to a "t". Not my meals, or my work schedules, or every daily task, but I have lots of weekends planned, races scheduled, parties and sporting events to attend.<br />
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And the Holidays....oh Lordy how I love the Holidays. <br />
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I asked Wade if I could put up my Halloween decorations last week. It didn't fly. He told me I was ridiculous however, I prefer spirited. <br />
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My reasoning? I like having things to look forward to. Vacations, great weekends ahead, dinners with friends, it makes me happy and gives me an extra boost in the mornings knowing fun things are just ahead.<br />
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A few things I am really looking forward to the next 2 months...<br />
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{September}<br />
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<li>The return of Fall. (Holiday decor, slightly cooler temp, Pumpkin Lattes from Starbucks)</li>
<li>Wade's FIRST Triathlon! </li>
<li>Our house is being painted and new bedroom furniture.</li>
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{October} <br />
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<li>San Francisco (San Jose Rock 'n' Roll)</li>
<li><a href="http://www.cactuschacha.com/" target="_blank">Cactus ChaCha </a></li>
<li>Pacing my buddy Trent at his <a href="http://www.aravaiparunning.com/javelina-jundred/#info" target="_blank">100 mile Ultra </a></li>
<li>The birth of my <a href="http://full-of-excitement.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">best friends</a> baby!!!! </li>
<li>Halloween (decorations go up the 1st of October)</li>
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<i>Are you planners? What are YOU looking forward to this Fall? </i>The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-3330544851478608802012-08-30T14:08:00.000-07:002012-08-30T14:08:35.361-07:00Confession(s)I live in Arizona. It's hot. Waking up at 5:00 am every.damn.morning to throw myself onto the nasty concrete streets got old.<br />
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<b>Confession.</b><br />
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The treadmill has become my friend.<br />
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<i>Who am I?</i><br />
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I blame working out at the gym in the mornings, and being on a schedule to meet someone at a specific time...if I wasn't already there, then maybe it wouldn't be so tempting to hop on that treadmill and fall into an easy and comfy pace and the luxury of having a water bottle, Pandora and a bathroom all within reach. The past few weeks have been sprinkled with far less outdoor running (minus San Diego) and way to much indoor running.<br />
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I mean having giant commercial fan blowing on my back and plenty of people watching to push my through my runs makes it kind of awesome, right?<br />
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<b>Confession.</b><br />
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It makes me feel guilty. Like I'm not a "real" runner. Which is really really stupid. But I miss the streets, the coyote encounters, the hot air balloons just above the desert floor and the fact that I actually run faster outside than inside.<br />
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So I took it the streets today. No excuses. No reasons. No expectations. And I was slow. And sweaty as fuck. But I felt 100% times better after 5 mile shitty miles than I do after 5 treadmill miles.<br />
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If I want to get fast, I need to run fast. And in order to run fast...I need cooler temps. I need natural hills. And I need the pressure of not looking like a total douche walking and not running from the cars passing by. <br />
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I gave myself permission to use the treadmill on the 2 days I train with Naydine, because it's easy and it makes sense. But once September hits...watch out streets, I'm comin for ya.The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048233225846244102.post-20483386342587029142012-08-27T15:32:00.000-07:002012-08-27T15:32:07.239-07:00Will Ride for Food{Whoops....forgot to post. From Friday}<br />
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At the recommendation of our friendly neighbor upstairs, we hopped on our cruisers and headed down to the Hippie-filled town of Ocean Beach to check out a restaurant Guy Fieri visited on <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/diners-drive-ins-and-dives/index.html" target="_blank">Triple D</a> called <a href="http://hodadies.com/home/" target="_blank">Hodads</a>. He told us it was about a 2.5 mile ride, easy peasy.<br />
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It was 5.25....with a HUGE hill both ways. Lil off. On a single speed beach cruiser, it felt long. <br />
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I earned my burger. OK, not really, but hey, the little jaunt was a nice one. It's been chilly the last 2 days so it felt nice to ride in the cool beachy weather. It's out last day here so we wanted to do something fun and off our beaten path. <br />
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I am <i>not</i> a big burger person (or a red meat person really) but I was game to check this little place out and Wade is a HUGE burger guy, so I kicked my prissy burger attitude to the curb and rolled with it. It was <b>on point</b> and I got about 1/2 way through my burger before throwing the napkin in. It was stacked high with beef, onions, a bacon patty (yup), lettuce, pickles, cheese, tomato and mustard/mayo.<br />
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Washed down with a cold beer. <br />
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I'm going to go lay down and be fat now. The Skipping Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08731212686412622870noreply@blogger.com0