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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGRn4zcCp7ImA9WhBaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970</id><updated>2013-05-20T13:18:47.088-04:00</updated><category term="mind" /><category term="recovery" /><category term="illness" /><category term="job" /><category term="dreams" /><category term="doubt" /><category term="comeback" /><category term="strength" /><category term="patience" /><category term="steeple" /><category term="team" /><category term="racing" /><category term="find your strong" /><category term="Boulder" /><category term="training" /><category term="renewal" /><category term="hills" /><category term="5k" /><title>Adventures of Steeple Creeper</title><subtitle type="html">It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flying navy Steeple Creeper...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper" /><feedburner:info uri="adventuresofsteeplecreeper" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGSXg7fSp7ImA9WhBQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-7595171134457037558</id><published>2013-03-19T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T22:15:28.605-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-19T22:15:28.605-04:00</app:edited><title>Growing a new human</title><summary type="html">Today I went for my first run since being sidelined with mono. I can honestly say it was harder than the first run back after any of my injuries, and possibly one of the most difficult runs I've ever completed. There was nothing glamorous about this run. It wasn't crazy fast or super long. In fact, I only ran 2 miles at 8:11/mi pace.

Exactly 9 months ago, I moved to Boulder. On June 19th, I bet &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/x-HXcGCyBUQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/7595171134457037558/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2013/03/growing-new-human.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7595171134457037558?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7595171134457037558?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/x-HXcGCyBUQ/growing-new-human.html" title="Growing a new human" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2013/03/growing-new-human.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFQHczeip7ImA9WhBQEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-3735917249745226682</id><published>2013-03-11T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-11T13:18:31.982-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-11T13:18:31.982-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="patience" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="find your strong" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="illness" /><title>Dial "M" for...</title><summary type="html">Mono. 

I have it. I was in denial and tried to train through it until last Tuesday, when my throat was too swollen to swallow food or drink and my fever hovered around 102. In the preceding three weeks, I had been to Urgent Care twice. Both times, they tested me for strep. And both times, it was negative. The second time, they also tested me for mono. That also came back negative. I was told &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/u7KKKJe5DLs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/3735917249745226682/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2013/03/dial-m-for.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/3735917249745226682?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/3735917249745226682?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/u7KKKJe5DLs/dial-m-for.html" title="Dial &quot;M&quot; for..." /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2013/03/dial-m-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGRXo5fSp7ImA9WhBSF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-7096385121888866721</id><published>2013-02-24T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-24T17:08:44.425-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-24T17:08:44.425-05:00</app:edited><title>The Hardest Part of Love</title><summary type="html">


The song I've embedded below has been popping into my head frequently over the past few days. Most of the lyrics don't really fit my situation, but I'm including the whole song just because it's a good one. 



 



The part that does fit? "The hardest part of love is the letting go."



For about the past year and a half, I've been very blessed to be a member of the Oiselle Team. The support &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/j05B0OW9nyU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/7096385121888866721/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2013/02/the-hardest-part-of-love.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7096385121888866721?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7096385121888866721?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/j05B0OW9nyU/the-hardest-part-of-love.html" title="The Hardest Part of Love" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf6JOhP4rXA/USmtJtag2wI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/moR_UyTouCA/s72-c/Hurricanes.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2013/02/the-hardest-part-of-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8AQnk9eSp7ImA9WhNbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-7265044717075847293</id><published>2013-01-15T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-15T21:20:43.761-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-15T21:20:43.761-05:00</app:edited><title>Oiselle CO Meetup Week!</title><summary type="html">

Sarah and I in front of Boulder Running Co before our run

Last week, I was really disappointed to have to cancel my vacation to Boston. But, I believe in silver linings... Because I stayed in Boulder, I had the pleasure of experiencing the wonders of a Oiselle meet-up week! One of our sales reps, Sarah, was visiting Colorado to promote the Fall 2013 line at local running stores. I first met up&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/0aY-rotWCC4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/7265044717075847293/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2013/01/oiselle-co-meetup-week.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7265044717075847293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7265044717075847293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/0aY-rotWCC4/oiselle-co-meetup-week.html" title="Oiselle CO Meetup Week!" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5S8DKRYDS6A/UPYJ9lh9rqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/27NZZ49iHMY/s72-c/7d90147c592411e29dbc22000a1f9e59_7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2013/01/oiselle-co-meetup-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHQng5cCp7ImA9WhNWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-6883397760915614260</id><published>2012-12-12T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-12T23:13:53.628-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-12T23:13:53.628-05:00</app:edited><title>Freebird</title><summary type="html">






Perhaps you heard about all the controversy surrounding USATF logo rules at national championships and the Olympic Trials over the past year. But you probably aren't aware of just how hard it was for some companies to comply with the policies. Below is a video that was created by the wonderful women at Oiselle to show the ridiculous process they went through in order to create an "&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/1E1ch9kM-t4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/6883397760915614260/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/12/freebird.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/6883397760915614260?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/6883397760915614260?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/1E1ch9kM-t4/freebird.html" title="Freebird" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/12/freebird.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DRX04fCp7ImA9WhNWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-266708329517556628</id><published>2012-12-12T22:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-12T22:54:34.334-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-12T22:54:34.334-05:00</app:edited><title>The Future</title><summary type="html">
The future's so unclear now. What's left of your career now?



I feel like I should be a lot more anxious about the fact that I quit my job without a new one lined up. At least, everyone else seems pretty concerned about it. At this point, everything's kind of up in the air. I have no idea what is going to happen. I have no paycheck coming in anymore. And I'm just trying to get some consistent,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/FoVFgc6T5x8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/266708329517556628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/12/the-future.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/266708329517556628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/266708329517556628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/FoVFgc6T5x8/the-future.html" title="The Future" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/12/the-future.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMRnc8fSp7ImA9WhNbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-7961191686605892969</id><published>2012-12-04T12:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-23T18:43:07.975-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-23T18:43:07.975-05:00</app:edited><title>2012 Christmas Gift Ideas</title><summary type="html">Every blog I read has been releasing their Christmas Gift Guide, so I suppose it's time for me to put one together as well. Some of my items will probably only appeal to runners or other athletes, but some of the items would make good gifts for anyone....

Pretty much ANYTHING from Oiselle is a good bet for a gift. But, here are some personal cold-weather favorites:


Runfinity scarf: I HATE &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/jxAAuNP70o4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/7961191686605892969/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/12/2012-christmas-gift-ideas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7961191686605892969?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7961191686605892969?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/jxAAuNP70o4/2012-christmas-gift-ideas.html" title="2012 Christmas Gift Ideas" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0hOrX19-_c/UL4tIyq0Z0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/NMFUpF0_kZI/s72-c/scarf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/12/2012-christmas-gift-ideas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHRXw4fCp7ImA9WhNXFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-9069595521215512919</id><published>2012-12-03T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-03T14:50:34.234-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-03T14:50:34.234-05:00</app:edited><title>I'm still here...</title><summary type="html">The 3 months since I last wrote have been pretty crazy. I started out on a high - feeling very fit and ready to start off a strong season of racing with my new team, Hudson Training Systems. First on my schedule was the Corporate Cup 10k in Nebraska. The goal was to run smart and get an idea of where we were starting with my fitness. Coming down from altitude, I got a little too excited and went &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/Y0ukTQsKTv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/9069595521215512919/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/12/im-still-here.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/9069595521215512919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/9069595521215512919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/Y0ukTQsKTv0/im-still-here.html" title="I'm still here..." /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/12/im-still-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQXY4cSp7ImA9WhJWGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-8992894371328422093</id><published>2012-08-25T11:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-25T11:42:20.839-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-25T11:42:20.839-04:00</app:edited><title>Oiselle Fall '12: Stripey Sensation</title><summary type="html">I'm in love... with stripes! Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a huge fan of patterns, especially stripes. But, Oiselle has (unsurprisingly) changed my mind. Those ladies really have a gift for making cute, comfy, and functional apparel. The moment I saw the Stripey (longsleeve) Tee, I was smitten. When it finally became available to order, I didn't even hesitate in ordering all three colors&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/4G_nyB9O1vk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/8992894371328422093/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/08/oiselle-fall-12-stripey-sensation.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/8992894371328422093?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/8992894371328422093?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/4G_nyB9O1vk/oiselle-fall-12-stripey-sensation.html" title="Oiselle Fall '12: Stripey Sensation" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq3CtdqR7ac/UDjvUGOh4aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JUCQNfKhbj8/s72-c/stripey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/08/oiselle-fall-12-stripey-sensation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ARHg-eCp7ImA9WhJWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-8285509270630461927</id><published>2012-08-24T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-24T01:07:25.650-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-24T01:07:25.650-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boulder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comeback" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hills" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strength" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racing" /><title>Heart &amp; Sole Half Marathon</title><summary type="html">Every now and then, I get the urge to sign up for a race at the last minute. Sometimes, I have the intention of racing, and other times I just want to get in a good effort with some support and company. I had been toying with the idea of running either the Heart &amp;amp; Sole half marathon or 10k at the Boulder Reservoir for a while, but I had for some reason put it out of my mind until the last few &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/H_Wj4RLVpKA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/8285509270630461927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/08/heart-sole-half-marathon.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/8285509270630461927?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/8285509270630461927?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/H_Wj4RLVpKA/heart-sole-half-marathon.html" title="Heart &amp; Sole Half Marathon" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Id9_rnTn43I/UDQN93bEmAI/AAAAAAAAATs/814pCjlsYmg/s72-c/boulderhalfelevation.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/08/heart-sole-half-marathon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMCRHo8fip7ImA9WhJWE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-5903953016307241909</id><published>2012-08-18T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-18T23:21:05.476-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-18T23:21:05.476-04:00</app:edited><title>"Weddings Your Way"</title><summary type="html">I've been doing a lot of my running on pavement lately, so this afternoon I drove up into the mountains for a nice little trail run. Last time I ran at Betasso, the higher elevation and hills kicked my butt AND I got lost. This time around, things went much better! I ran both of the beautiful trail loops and encountered a curious sight upon finishing: a group of people all dressed. It was strange&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/E6iJOzX81uQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/5903953016307241909/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/08/weddings-your-way.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/5903953016307241909?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/5903953016307241909?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/E6iJOzX81uQ/weddings-your-way.html" title="&quot;Weddings Your Way&quot;" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/08/weddings-your-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cARHs4fyp7ImA9WhJWEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-7614868074896480534</id><published>2012-08-16T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-16T23:44:05.537-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-16T23:44:05.537-04:00</app:edited><title>Busy Living!</title><summary type="html">I guess it's been a while since I've written... quite a while, actually. I had planned to be writing new entries regularly, but sometimes life just gets in the way. And I've been doing a lot of living since I moved to Boulder. I've been kept really busy at work (working close to 40 hours per week) and obviously with my training. I've finally gotten back to logging pretty consistent mileage and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/-k7ql0DM3Xo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/7614868074896480534/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/08/busy-living.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7614868074896480534?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7614868074896480534?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/-k7ql0DM3Xo/busy-living.html" title="Busy Living!" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/08/busy-living.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ICQHY6fCp7ImA9WhJTEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-6226309098077866218</id><published>2012-06-20T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-20T00:12:41.814-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-20T00:12:41.814-04:00</app:edited><title>Meltdown</title><summary type="html">I had a bit of a meltdown on Sunday when I was moving into my apartment in downtown Boulder. It's not what you're thinking... I didn't lose my mind already. I'm insanely happy here, not insane. This was an entirely different kind of meltdown.

It's been pretty darn toasty here the past few days. And, as you're all aware, the temperature inside a parked car on a hot day gets really high. The plan &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/5mEqACkmpy8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/6226309098077866218/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/meltdown.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/6226309098077866218?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/6226309098077866218?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/5mEqACkmpy8/meltdown.html" title="Meltdown" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/meltdown.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8FRH8-eCp7ImA9WhVaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-5959033896254692981</id><published>2012-06-17T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T08:56:55.150-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-17T08:56:55.150-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boulder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comeback" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="renewal" /><title>Beginning</title><summary type="html">This is the moment of embarking. All auspicious signs are in place.Today, I'm starting over. I'll explain everything that went into this decision at some point, but today is my first full day as a resident of Boulder, CO. The day is starting with a short run (God willing!) and morning Mass, and then my dad and I will start moving my stuff into my new apartment downtown. I think this is going to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/JmTeIjjL_Dg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/5959033896254692981/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/beginning.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/5959033896254692981?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/5959033896254692981?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/JmTeIjjL_Dg/beginning.html" title="Beginning" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/beginning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMGQHo4fSp7ImA9WhVaGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-1317746975917555602</id><published>2012-06-17T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T00:30:21.435-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-17T00:30:21.435-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><title>Goldilocks</title><summary type="html">I'm sure everyone remembers the story of Goldilocks, who snuck into the home of the three bears. They had three of each item (chairs, bowls of porridge, beds, etc.) and she tested each one, declaring two of them to lie at the extremes and the third to be "just right." In training, it can be pretty tricky to find the balance between beig under and overtrained. This season I really struggled with &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/1Bm6vQnLS_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/1317746975917555602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/goldilocks.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/1317746975917555602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/1317746975917555602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/1Bm6vQnLS_c/goldilocks.html" title="Goldilocks" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/goldilocks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcBRHo6fCp7ImA9WhVaEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-7748436060418865198</id><published>2012-06-08T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-08T18:04:15.414-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-08T18:04:15.414-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams" /><title>The Sycamore</title><summary type="html">How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know.I'm on a Disney kick lately, so I'm just warning you all now that I'll probably be writing several posts tying my life into Disney songs. It will either be really fun or really dumb. And, honestly, I'm okay with either.

After reading that wonderful blog comment from Samantha, I've been doing a lot of thinking. Reflecting&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/QpBuovbbqYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/7748436060418865198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/sycamore.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7748436060418865198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/7748436060418865198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/QpBuovbbqYc/sycamore.html" title="The Sycamore" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/sycamore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYDR344fyp7ImA9WhVbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-6335907751387011750</id><published>2012-06-02T14:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-05T13:42:56.037-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-05T13:42:56.037-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hills" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="team" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racing" /><title>"I Conquered The Hill!"</title><summary type="html">That's what it said on the back of the race t-shirt. I found it strange that so many people wore them in the race when they obviously hadn't conquered it YET, but I know a lot of people do wear their race shirt during the race. Anyway... Here's how our 24 hours in Kansas City went.

After we checked into the hotel, we all went for a shakeout run on part of the course. On paper, the hills hadn't &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/NjWCCxC7spI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/6335907751387011750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/conquered-hill.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/6335907751387011750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/6335907751387011750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/NjWCCxC7spI/conquered-hill.html" title="&amp;quot;I Conquered The Hill!&amp;quot;" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eSbBT_7qYic/T85ExxCVobI/AAAAAAAAAPM/klylsChohKU/s72-c/hhr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/06/conquered-hill.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNRnc7eCp7ImA9WhVbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-5121200040296398750</id><published>2012-05-31T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-01T09:31:37.900-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-01T09:31:37.900-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="patience" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hills" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="team" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racing" /><title>Headed for the hills...</title><summary type="html">In less than 24 hours, I will be racing 13 miles - the Hospital Hill Half Marathon in Kansas City, MO. You're probably wondering why on Earth I would be trying to race a (very hilly) half marathon right now, when I've been dealing with a series of injuries and illnesses and have been feeling so weak. Well, I'm kind of wondering the same thing. But the reason I initially signed on for this race &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/U7ezFqAjY2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/5121200040296398750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/05/headed-for-hills.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/5121200040296398750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/5121200040296398750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/U7ezFqAjY2U/headed-for-hills.html" title="Headed for the hills..." /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/05/headed-for-hills.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIGSXc9eSp7ImA9WhVbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-8284835641505261906</id><published>2012-05-30T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-01T09:32:08.961-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-01T09:32:08.961-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strength" /><title>Strength</title><summary type="html">When I was in Flagstaff, rather than doing any traditional weight training, I got all my strength work from running up mountains and going rock climbing several times per week. In the two months since I've been home, I haven't been able to do any of that. I knew I needed to be doing some kind of strength work, but I didn't really know exactly what I should be doing. In high school, I participated&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/bwihw5Cd_3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/8284835641505261906/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/05/strength.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/8284835641505261906?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/8284835641505261906?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/bwihw5Cd_3Y/strength.html" title="Strength" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/05/strength.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ADR3c5fSp7ImA9WhVbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-1973742046984063265</id><published>2012-05-30T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T10:56:16.925-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-30T10:56:16.925-04:00</app:edited><title>Hope</title><summary type="html">I've gotten really terrible about posting to my blog in the past few months, and there are reasons for that but I'm going to save them for another time. I have several half-written blog posts circulating in my head, and I'm hoping to get at least a few typed up in the next week or so.

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At church last Sunday, the priest gave a homily that really got me thinking. I can't recreate it &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/-l1k7tW5lvo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/1973742046984063265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/05/hope.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/1973742046984063265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/1973742046984063265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/-l1k7tW5lvo/hope.html" title="Hope" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/05/hope.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBR3o4eSp7ImA9WhVVGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-8637018058246336179</id><published>2012-05-14T01:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-14T01:50:56.431-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-14T01:50:56.431-04:00</app:edited><title>A string of mediocre/bad races...</title><summary type="html">... almost long enough to make a necklace (definitely enough for a bracelet).

Things have been up and down since the time trial at NW Missouri. I'd have a bunch of terrible training day, followed by an outstanding workout, and then right back to feeling awful again. Over the past month I've run a handful of races, and I haven't really been happy with any of them. 

• Sioux City Relays 5k - I was&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/6e8xbi-OnLA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/8637018058246336179/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/05/string-of-mediocrebad-races.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/8637018058246336179?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/8637018058246336179?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/6e8xbi-OnLA/string-of-mediocrebad-races.html" title="A string of mediocre/bad races..." /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/05/string-of-mediocrebad-races.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICQnkyfCp7ImA9WhVbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-6257985160140454706</id><published>2012-04-16T14:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-01T09:32:43.794-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-01T09:32:43.794-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5k" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="steeple" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racing" /><title>NW Missouri State Open</title><summary type="html">After I realized my track season doesn't have to be scrapped, we decided it would be a good idea to toss me into a steeple race for a 2k time trial just to see where my fitness was at. I did some quick searching and found a meet at Northwest Missouri State, not terribly far from Lincoln. As luck would have it, one of my new Team Nebraska teammates, Megan, wanted to go there for steeple and 5k as &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/YIPmjCW1EFA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/6257985160140454706/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/04/nw-missouri-state-open.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/6257985160140454706?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/6257985160140454706?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/YIPmjCW1EFA/nw-missouri-state-open.html" title="NW Missouri State Open" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plO8KaYmc1s/T7K2DkrCZzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Hiv86Svk060/s72-c/149718_570861373489_141800884_31122189_864351923_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/04/nw-missouri-state-open.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNSHozeip7ImA9WhVXFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-2538360130521969614</id><published>2012-04-16T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T13:09:59.482-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-16T13:09:59.482-04:00</app:edited><title>"The Good Life"</title><summary type="html">Okay, so maybe I wasn't completely honest when I said that I only moped about the ASU race momentarily and then moved on. Many people say that your 3200 time and your steeple time are roughly equivalent, so a 10:54 made me feel like I'm moving backward and that my 9 months in Flagstaff were a complete waste. I felt embarrassed and defeated. I had been considering leaving Flagstaff in a few months&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/A7NwGpCht-A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/2538360130521969614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/04/good-life.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/2538360130521969614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/2538360130521969614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/A7NwGpCht-A/good-life.html" title="&quot;The Good Life&quot;" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/04/good-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMQX05eyp7ImA9WhVbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-3481783533472989804</id><published>2012-04-08T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-01T09:34:40.323-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-01T09:34:40.323-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doubt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mind" /><title>ASU Baldy Castillo Invite</title><summary type="html">I've been meaning to write this race report since the race (3 weeks ago). Unfortunately, a lot of crazy things have happened since then, but I'll go into that in another blog post. Originally, the plan was to run a 2k steeple at ASU, but I panicked about my lack of hurdle preparation, so Shayla let me switch to the 3200. Why a college meet was running the 3200 instead of the 3000, I have no idea,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/E9GcZzz-YLM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/3481783533472989804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/04/asu-baldy-castillo-invite.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/3481783533472989804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/3481783533472989804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/E9GcZzz-YLM/asu-baldy-castillo-invite.html" title="ASU Baldy Castillo Invite" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/04/asu-baldy-castillo-invite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0INQHk7cSp7ImA9WhVQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685881720177498970.post-4173688442619940750</id><published>2012-03-30T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-03-30T14:19:51.709-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-30T14:19:51.709-04:00</app:edited><title>Oiselle Sale!</title><summary type="html">Today and tomorrow only, Oiselle is offering an extra 20% off on items in the sale section of the website. You better hurry on over there, before all the good stuff (and it's ALL good stuff) is gone! Tip: get the Roga shorts. They were designed to "defrump your rump." You'll love them. I guarantee it. And if you don't, you can just send them to me. ;-) 
CLICK HERE to go to the sale section and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~4/RaT_kmMGi_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/feeds/4173688442619940750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/03/oiselle-sale.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/4173688442619940750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685881720177498970/posts/default/4173688442619940750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresOfSteepleCreeper/~3/RaT_kmMGi_A/oiselle-sale.html" title="Oiselle Sale!" /><author><name>Steeple Creeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323262245244369430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IOLVbrgVe8/UPc-dfVlEeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0B6Rma4hWMg/s220/augboulderhalf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.steeplecreeper.com/2012/03/oiselle-sale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
