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A lot of excitement in the air!!! So, much so, I just can't think of anything to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at this picture of last year's start (10,000 less people than this year) makes me get excited!  Can you imagine?  I can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255477634829561522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PysTzcqi7pk/SO81EG0GrrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4Y_O2FvDwxg/s400/Chicago%2520Marathon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/930397169564214868/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=930397169564214868" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/930397169564214868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/930397169564214868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-run-before-marathon.html" title="Last Run Before the Marathon!" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PysTzcqi7pk/SO81EG0GrrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4Y_O2FvDwxg/s72-c/Chicago%2520Marathon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBSH4yfip7ImA9WxRQFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-1358824041213431246</id><published>2008-10-08T05:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T05:24:19.096-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-08T05:24:19.096-06:00</app:edited><title>Getting Excited!</title><content type="html">The excitement is building for Sunday! I think we are all getting excited despite the weather forecast (low of 62 and high of 79). And it seems to get warmer each day. The good news is that the wind speeds are decreasing. But a Larry says - don't worry about the weather since it is the one thing you can't control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the excitement is building, but I don't think we will match the level of excitement in the video below. Of course, if Mike was running with us - I think we might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DpJyG7B6tAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DpJyG7B6tAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1358824041213431246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=1358824041213431246" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/1358824041213431246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/1358824041213431246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-excited.html" title="Getting Excited!" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QAQ3g7cSp7ImA9WxRQEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-4987020652366310349</id><published>2008-10-06T04:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:09:02.609-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-06T05:09:02.609-06:00</app:edited><title>4:40 am</title><content type="html">When my alarm went off this morning I truly could not remember what I had to get up for.  My wishful thinking must have been taking over my mind.  Unfortunately, the rain I had hoped for (as always) did not materialize and the radar didn't show any in the vicinity.  So, off I went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was warm today.  I was over dressed.  Not as much as Jenny, thankfully, but none the less one of my least favorite things is to be over dressed.  It is different then running in hot weather when you can't really do anything about it.  But being overdressed - it is just being stupid.  Not that Jenny is more stupid than me....  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the marathon WAS looking good.  Mike had to ruin it by asking me what the wind was predicted to be.  So, of course I had to go and check.  The bad news is the forecast has changed since I looked last night.  The good news is that there is plenty of time for it to change again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, Oct 12&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High: 60°F &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RealFeel&lt;/span&gt;®: 56°F - Rather cloudy with a bit of rain&lt;br /&gt;Winds: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NNW&lt;/span&gt; at 14mph&lt;br /&gt;Wind Gusts: 24 mph&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorm Probability: 4%&lt;br /&gt;Amount of Precipitation: 0.05in</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4987020652366310349/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=4987020652366310349" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/4987020652366310349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/4987020652366310349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/440-am.html" title="4:40 am" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBRXk4fyp7ImA9WxRRGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-2278375023885676014</id><published>2008-10-02T05:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T05:04:14.737-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-02T05:04:14.737-06:00</app:edited><title>Long Sleeve AND Long Pants</title><content type="html">Mark the day - October 2 - the first day the majority of the group wore long sleeves AND long pants.  Elyse was the brave one in shorts.  She was feeling pretty tired today, so she must have wanted to be cold to keep herself awake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taper time... Time to enjoy the guilt of not running much!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2278375023885676014/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=2278375023885676014" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/2278375023885676014?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/2278375023885676014?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-sleeve-and-long-pants.html" title="Long Sleeve AND Long Pants" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHQng-eip7ImA9WxRRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-1925057186373751195</id><published>2008-09-30T05:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:12:13.652-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-30T05:12:13.652-06:00</app:edited><title>Chicago Video</title><content type="html">A brisk run with the group this morning 6.14 miles with a hilly beginning, but something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a video of the Chicago Marathon Course. To be honest it kinda freaked me out - definitely got my nerves going.  It made me realize how long 26.2 miles is. Funny, I know, but I expected it to go a lot faster on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;speeded&lt;/span&gt; up video.  The good thing is that it is flat, flat, flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfc6nZkIEQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfc6nZkIEQg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1925057186373751195/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=1925057186373751195" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/1925057186373751195?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/1925057186373751195?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/chicago-video.html" title="Chicago Video" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUACQXk9fip7ImA9WxRREUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-8110482560542047991</id><published>2008-09-22T19:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:02:40.766-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T05:02:40.766-06:00</app:edited><title>Got It!</title><content type="html">No, I know which way to turn on the Elroy-Sparta Trail. I GOT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I got my "confirmation packet" from the Chicago Marathon in the mail yesterday. It has a lot of RULES in it. It may take me 3 weeks to read it all! The are quite clear that you MUST bring this packet to the expo when you pick up your goody bag. They want you to think they are on top of it, but actually, I think they do it so you have ONE more thing to stress about. Obviously they don't think that worrying about finishing a marathon, the weather, wearing the right clothes, forgetting your shoes, finding your hotel and a good place to eat, finding the start (and finish), figuring out how to find the other 6 people you are running with among the other 44,993 people running and running with 44,999 other people is not enough to worry about. Nope, they have to ADD bringing the frickin (Sandy's new favorite word - NOT mine) "confirmation packet". All I can say is they better not run out of beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed with a mild summer and the fall (yesterday was the first day) is looking to be the same - if not on the warm side.  A nice run this morning.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8110482560542047991/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=8110482560542047991" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/8110482560542047991?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/8110482560542047991?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-it.html" title="Got It!" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04DQH87fip7ImA9WxRREEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-4001089762961944283</id><published>2008-09-20T14:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:12:51.106-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-22T05:12:51.106-06:00</app:edited><title>Time and place for everything.</title><content type="html">A little life lesson today. Sometimes there are experiences that are best kept to yourself. There are numerous reasons to do so, but they all boil down to the fact that you are better off if you keep it to yourself. We were very fortunate today that Jill apparently has not learned this lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; good that it is tempting to keep it to myself in order to treasure it like a precious jewel. I find that throughout the day it continues to brighten my day and bring a smile to my face - almost tears to my eyes - but not quite. Unfortunately, a handful of other people also know, so it won't be long until the story gets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were given SOLID proof that Jill was abducted by aliens and a fairly excellent (until today) facsimile was put in her place. It seems the aliens have gotten smart and have changed their tactics so there won't be anymore "I got abducted by aliens" people. It was working for them... until today. I say this because there is NO WAY a person who grew up in Sparta could have done what Jill did today. NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Okay, I can't hold it in anymore. Today was our last and final long run before Chicago. Apparently, Jill was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delirious&lt;/span&gt; with joy which short circuited her alien wiring. Our last loop was what I call Jenny Extended. We head out on John St. (and what ever it turns into) and when it meets the trail we go right (left would go by Jenny's) until the country road we are on again intersects with the trail. At which point you turn left on to the trail and take it back to Sparta. In all reality, you don't have to be from Sparta (like the pseudo Jill says she is) or even have ridden the trail to know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the aliens didn't know this either... since Jill turned right on to the trail.... heading towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Norwalk&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, you heard me right.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Norwalk&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily, she had her cell phone with her and called her dear husband. She didn't know where she was at, but knew that she was on Hwy. 71. So he drove to find her, but was understandably concerned when he found her walking TOWARDS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Norwalk&lt;/span&gt;. I am surprised that he didn't take her immediately to the emergency room since Jill also professed that she "is really good with directions". No well person could honestly think they were "good with direction" and go the way that was obviously (accept to an alien) the wrong way. This must be normal for Jill since Arnie apparently didn't bat an eye at the situation. Oh, but WE did! Of course, we didn't take her to the emergency room either. Instead we were considering a trip there ourselves from the pain of so much laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the run? Good. I felt good which I needed after such a miserable last run. Sandy did awesome! A faster pace then her race pace! Jenny's heel felt good. Wendy struggled, but we reminded her that this was the FIRST bad run she has had this training cycle and we all have at least ONE bad run. Plus she knows the reason why... too fast of a start. Jill had a ..... well.... it is obvious what kind of run she had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do have a heart. I won't e-mail this to Mike which would ensure he hears about it. We all know how kind he is to Jill when she makes mistakes like this. I am sure he would reach out to her with some kind, supportive words.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4001089762961944283/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=4001089762961944283" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/4001089762961944283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/4001089762961944283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-and-place-for-everything.html" title="Time and place for everything." /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04NSHY9eCp7ImA9WxRSF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-3801681423738549809</id><published>2008-09-18T05:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:06:39.860-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-18T05:06:39.860-06:00</app:edited><title>Training</title><content type="html">I know that I am at the tail end of the hard part of marathon training.  One more long run to do.  The end is in sight.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  The last bell has rung (almost).  Anyway.... it is affecting my dreams too.  Last night I had a dream that I over slept and missing the morning run AND I WAS OKAY WITH THAT.  It wasn't the usual panic dream.  Unfortunately, later in the dream I realized my clock had been set wrong and I had actually gotten up way before the run (too early) so I still had to go anyway.  I wasn't thrilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning run.  Although the light has faded, the weather is beautiful.  Wisconsin's wonderful fall.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3801681423738549809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=3801681423738549809" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3801681423738549809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3801681423738549809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/training.html" title="Training" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEFRXwyeip7ImA9WxRSFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-6857691146003698962</id><published>2008-09-17T05:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:23:34.292-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-17T05:23:34.292-06:00</app:edited><title>Hump day</title><content type="html">It felt like hump day today, but after hearing Wendy's story about her car being broke into getting up at 5:00 to run didn't seem so bad!  See - the many benefits of running with a group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good group today.  I am sure I missed out on a lot of ribbing in the back group.  KT gal and Mike together is a rare thing these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty bummed today.  I brought a piece of paper and pen with me and even and a back-up route in case the Paparazzi showed up.  Unfortunately, the star of the group didn't make an appearance.  Her agent had an imaginative excuse about a heel that wasn't healing from a cut.  I am sure that was that case rather than our humble running group being to 'small town' for the star among us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and speaking of sightings of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;URO's&lt;/span&gt; (Unidentified Running Oddballs).  I believe we did glimpse He Who Shall Not Be Named &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in this blog)&lt;/span&gt; running yesterday.  He tried to hide himself by dressing all in black either that or he was trying hard to get hit by a car - you never know with him.  In any case... despite what he thinks we still did see him when he ran right by us.  Yes, he said Hello - even gave a certain someone in our group a high five - but we all really know what he is about!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6857691146003698962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=6857691146003698962" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/6857691146003698962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/6857691146003698962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/hump-day.html" title="Hump day" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQESX04cCp7ImA9WxRSFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-7882360443479891065</id><published>2008-09-13T11:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:08:28.338-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-14T18:08:28.338-06:00</app:edited><title>Envy</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;I went on one of my wonderful vacation runs this morning. I have come to love these runs instead of feeling like I HAVE to do them. Although I take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garmin&lt;/span&gt; along for distance, I don't let my pace worry me. Come to think of it, if I didn't have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Garmin&lt;/span&gt; along I probably would have run longer. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran along the bay shore. A lot of people out running which is always cool. Plus I ran into a art fair and a farmers market. When I was running by the marine museum I noticed people swimming. Then I noticed a whole group of women hanging out on the seating areas. Although I was pretty sure it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; group (pretty obvious - who else would be swimming between buoys with wetsuits on) I decided to ask. Sure enough it is a group of women who train together through a store in the area called &lt;a href="http://www.seejanerun.com/"&gt;See Jane Run&lt;/a&gt;. As I continued to run I saw seals swimming in the water nearby. How cool would that be? It turns out they were doing a swim/run workout. Several times I saw women greet passing women as they were running. I caught up to a group of 4 and asked if they were part of "Team in Training"since I saw a woman with one of their hats. Nope, it was still the See Jane Run group. How lucky they are to have such a large group to train with and a beautiful place with great temperatures!  Envy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day.  I didn't get this post done yesterday.  Today I hoped to get another run in, but I had to get to Alcatraz for my tour.  I could have squeezed it in, but I like those runs to happen as they may and needing to get back by a certain time doesn't allow me to do that.  It is vacation after all.  Alcatraz was great and it was a beautiful day for walking around.  A nice way to end the vacation.  Lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; people to look at and you see a lot of things you wouldn't see in Sparta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7882360443479891065/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=7882360443479891065" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/7882360443479891065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/7882360443479891065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/envy.html" title="Envy" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMRXk7fSp7ImA9WxRSEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-5256775296657300086</id><published>2008-09-11T06:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:18:04.705-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-11T06:18:04.705-06:00</app:edited><title>Not the way it is supposed to go.</title><content type="html">We had a 16 mile pace run today.  I did 14.62 - that is your first hint of what kind of a run it was for me.  My attitude was bad before I even started which is not the way to start.  I have it the "I don't really care how fast I run" mode that often hits at the pinnacle of training.  However, today it went one step lower since I added "Nor do I care how far I run today". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill was a saint - hanging with me the whole time and keeping up a cheerful banter.  It didn't keep me from walking, but it definitely helped me.  So, Mike - LAY OFF HER or you will have to answer to me.  Of course, I am going to be in San Fran, so I won't be able to do much.  Sorry Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since we are leaving for San Fran this morning (I have not yet packed)I went another step lower by adding, "I just want to leave for vacation where I can sleep, sleep, sleep." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still plan on running when I am out there.  It is something I have found I really enjoy.  So look for postings from San Fran.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5256775296657300086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=5256775296657300086" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/5256775296657300086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/5256775296657300086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-way-it-is-supposed-to-go.html" title="Not the way it is supposed to go." /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08ERXs4fCp7ImA9WxRSEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-5084216780378124610</id><published>2008-09-10T05:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:23:24.534-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T05:23:24.534-06:00</app:edited><title>Was today the pace run?</title><content type="html">I think Sandy was confused today.  She led us in a 6 mile run with a 8:23 pace.  I kept on reminding her that TOMORROW is our pace run,  not today.  We should be RESTING today.  Apparently she didn't hear me.  No. Seriously. It was good. It was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrr though!  43 degrees!  I was glad to see that we all struggle to remember what we wear at different temperatures.  I thought it was just maybe me getting old. No comments please Mike and Jill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike ran with us today. So of course we were discussing what is up with Jill.  He is very concerned.  Jill has been acting strangely.  More so than normal.  She gives Mike a hard time about not running and then goes out of her way to change her schedule so she isn't running on days he is.  Come on Jill - we care about you - you can tell us! &lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mike put me up to this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5084216780378124610/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=5084216780378124610" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/5084216780378124610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/5084216780378124610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/was-today-pace-run.html" title="Was today the pace run?" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDSHk4eCp7ImA9WxRTGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-3105873629763260804</id><published>2008-09-08T05:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:11:19.730-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-08T05:11:19.730-06:00</app:edited><title>Monday - again</title><content type="html">Today was proof once again how good it is to run with others.  I was already to sit back and have a leisurely run.  Sandy was ready to run hard.  So after the first 2 miles I took up her hint and picked up the pace a bit.  Of course, I felt better afterwards and was glad I did.  It made getting out of bed seem more worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no humor in my bones this morning.  I am sure the Cousins, Sandy and Katie can attest to that after listing to all my complaining this morning.  Not about running though.... I won't trash our sacred sport.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3105873629763260804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=3105873629763260804" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3105873629763260804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3105873629763260804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-again.html" title="Monday - again" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAQ306eip7ImA9WxRTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-6439699053661395621</id><published>2008-09-05T08:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:05:42.312-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-05T08:05:42.312-06:00</app:edited><title>Another on under our belts</title><content type="html">I know that Jill has been checking the blog every 5 minutes to see if I have posted yet.  So, I made it my top priority so KT would get something for the money they are paying her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:15 - 21 miles - 9:17 pace.  My pace fell of the last 4 miles when the voice of Judy kept on creeping into my mind - "It is not how fast you run, just time on your feet".  Funny, when Larry talks about keeping negative thoughts at bay, I am sure he wasn't referring to Judy's thoughts.  Actually, I felt pretty good throughout the run.  Of course, slowing down my pace probably helped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful morning to run.  Too bad my sister in law didn't make it.  Apparently, 2 alarms isn't enough.  I will have to ask her if she has been having secret conversations with Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Wendy and Jenny for slowing their pace down for me and putting up with me!  Done!  Good Luck Sandy and Jill!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6439699053661395621/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=6439699053661395621" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/6439699053661395621?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/6439699053661395621?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-on-under-our-belts.html" title="Another on under our belts" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHQXc4eip7ImA9WxRTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-8306764325162058914</id><published>2008-09-04T05:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:05:30.932-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-04T05:05:30.932-06:00</app:edited><title>Glory Be!</title><content type="html">Glory Be - MIKE showed this morning.  What a wonderful way to start the morning!  I know that there will be a lot of other runners (Jill) who will be disappointed they missed his appearance.  I didn't feel so neglected when even his cousin had a hard time recognizing him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy has taken over lead responsibilities.  She has become a speed demon - thanks to interval training (hint, hint to all you whiners).  We had a nice quick run of 8:43 this morning.  I am sure the cool weather helped too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's appearance game me such a warm and fuzzy that I think that I need not say more.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8306764325162058914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=8306764325162058914" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/8306764325162058914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/8306764325162058914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/glory-be.html" title="Glory Be!" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUABSHg9eyp7ImA9WxRTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-3206724654520899962</id><published>2008-09-02T05:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:09:19.663-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-02T05:09:19.663-06:00</app:edited><title>First Day of School</title><content type="html">I think today was one of the hottest days this summer!  The news just said that yesterday was the hottest day of the summer!  It WAS a mild summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot morning and first day of school made it a hard, hard run, but we did it.  I noticed that no one was wondering why we weren't doing intervals..... and I sure wasn't going to bring it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to all the moms trying to get kids out the door for the first day.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to all the teachers in the group! &lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to the kids who have to endure a very hot first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;and THANKS to Jill, Arnie and friends for a great party to end the summer!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3206724654520899962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=3206724654520899962" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3206724654520899962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3206724654520899962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html" title="First Day of School" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GQnw7fip7ImA9WxRTEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-5441568626576187700</id><published>2008-08-29T07:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:17:03.206-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-29T07:17:03.206-06:00</app:edited><title>Girl Power</title><content type="html">Sorry for the delay in posting to my blog this morning.  I know that reading it has become part of your morning routine.  Today other responsibilities related to God (Sunday school) called.  Since my soul is more important to me than providing your morning reading material, I delayed my blog work.  I know you are shocked that my world does not revolve around you all, but also realize that I am helping your soul too since you were actually working while at work for once!  See!  I am always looking out for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Larry was channeling through me this morning.  For at least for a minute I felt that I might be feeling a level of enthusiasm close to his.  While we were running there was a point where I saw 7 (yes, count’em SEVEN) female (We MISS you Mike!) shadows running along with me.  Something about that just sends a chill through my spine.  I think it just awesome that all of us are out there running TOGETHER. I hate to say “GIRL POWER” but it is kinda like that.  Of course, we are more ‘mature’ and enlightened “girls”.   Plus, all the great friendships we have developed as a result!  It just sends a warm fuzzy right to my soul! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we had another surprise this morning.  AMY showed up!  I was wondering who it was as she got out of her car. (another NEW runner?)  I didn’t get a chance to talk with her and find out how her knee is holding up and if she is training for anything.  GREAT to have her back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear Jill now, “You didn’t get to talk to Amy because you were running too darn fast”.  Yes, Jill – You are right.  It was a GOOD run.  I think I was enjoying not running with my Garmin (low batteries).  No pressure.  But of course as soon as we were done (actually before) I asked Wendy what our pace was – 8:33!!!  Whoo Whoo!  Wendy – two words: Interval training.  Which reminds me of the face Wendy gave me when I mentioned doing intervals this morning.  Not one of her better looks, but the meaning was clear!  Please note everyone – this was requested by Evil Jill.   She tries to be sneaky by sending me an e-mail before our run asking to do them.  But does she pipe up when everyone groans when I say “How about intervals?”  NOOOOOOO.  She stands there quietly.  In fact, I think she even groans too.  She is SNEAKY, be warned! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5441568626576187700/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=5441568626576187700" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/5441568626576187700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/5441568626576187700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/girl-power.html" title="Girl Power" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGQH86cSp7ImA9WxdaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-924057427753996342</id><published>2008-08-27T05:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:23:41.119-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-27T05:23:41.119-06:00</app:edited><title>Getting Better!</title><content type="html">We continue to improve our interval pace.  Today was 8:33.  Now, I know you feel like we do intervals all the time - and so did I - but looking back at my history the last time we did intervals was on August 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. So, don't call me a Slave Driver - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gol&lt;/span&gt;' Darn It!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our new runners are enjoying the benefits of running with others... in other words - running faster. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yesss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, this is a benefit, not a torture.  I heard Elyse and Katie going on and on and on about how fast I was running the last part of the run (post intervals).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I must point out that they were close enough behind me that I could hear EVERY SINGLE WORD, so I wasn't the only one running a 8:31 pace that last 1.2 miles!  Way to go girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at our pace during the intervals, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;significantly&lt;/span&gt; improved the pace during the fast portions.  During our 8/7 interval, only one of them was below a 7:30 pace.  Today all but two were below a 7:30 pace and those were the first too.  All of them were below a 8:00 pace!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Excellent!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WENDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JENNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weren't there -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; even though they were signed up to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.....</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/924057427753996342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=924057427753996342" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/924057427753996342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/924057427753996342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-better.html" title="Getting Better!" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cEQ3c7fyp7ImA9WxdaF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-3701862621556494403</id><published>2008-08-25T17:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:03:22.907-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-25T18:03:22.907-06:00</app:edited><title>Cruisin'</title><content type="html">Normally I dread my first run after vacation.  I don't think I have ever experienced a "good" run in that situation.  When we got home from vacation I checked my e-mail (does that surprise you?) and there was one from Wendy wondering if I wanted to run that afternoon.  I was up for it, but wasn't sure Jim would be thrilled with me heading out after just getting home.  I caught Wendy and she hadn't left yet.  I checked with Jim and he was fine with it - the benefits of having a husband who runs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had energy for the run, but wasn't looking forward to 1. the post vacation run 2. running in the afternoon (my body rhythms just aren't used to it anymore) 3. running in much hotter weather than usual 4. Running with speed demon Wendy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we started out and I felt like I had expected - post vacation run - lead legs, felt off balance and like I had never run a day in my life.  Plus I was looking at another 5 miles of this in hot, sweaty weather - not a situation that brings a smile to my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard, but not too bad.  We ended up with an 8:36 pace which I believe is the fastest so far!  So THANKS Wendy for getting my butt out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now done with ME, ME, ME and on to WENDY, WENDY, WENDY.   Here it is folks - for the record.  I direct quote from her:  "I think this winter I am going to adjust my temperature barrier to 10 degrees".  Whoa!  Hold the Presses!  You know it is now because now it is in writing on the Internet and we all know that everything we read on the Internet is true!  I didn't mention to Wendy that the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080824/ap_on_re_us/farmers__almanac"&gt;Farmer's Almanac&lt;/a&gt;, which claims an accuracy rate of 80 to 85 percent for its forecasts, predicts at least two-thirds of the country can expect colder-than-average temperatures this winter and above-normal snowfall for the Great Lakes and Midwest, especially during January and February.  I know that Wendy is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; up for a challenge!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3701862621556494403/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=3701862621556494403" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3701862621556494403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3701862621556494403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/cruisin.html" title="Cruisin'" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEDRHw8eyp7ImA9WxdaFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-3567303607764668446</id><published>2008-08-22T11:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:37:55.273-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-22T11:37:55.273-06:00</app:edited><title>Did it!</title><content type="html">Yes folks, I did it! 3 hours ALL BY MYSELF.  If you had asked me if I was going to do this last night or 3 hours ago, I would have said no.  In fact, I was ill prepared.  I had my fuel belt and Gu, but no visor or sunglasses.  Luckily, the weather cooperated with me - humid, but overcast.  I have to admit that in all reality I did the 3 hours because it took me longer to run the distance due to hills (&lt;em&gt;YES&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hills again!!!)&lt;/em&gt;  and because very early on in the run I didn't take a turn when I was supposed to resulting in a longer route.  I ended up with a 9:42 pace which is slower than usual, but given the hills and it was just me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;, I will take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did call Jim at one point to come and get me.  It was near the end and I came to an intersection without road signs.  I wasn't completely confident in my location as it was.  I only had 15 minutes to go, but was out of water and didn't want to be out there for another half hour or more. Well, it turned out that I was exactly where I thought I was which turned out to be about 1.5 miles from the campground.  I had 8 minutes to go so STUPIDLY I told him I would keep running now that I knew where I was at. 8 minutes later I was regretting that unwise decision.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I can admit when I am wrong -sometimes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Why my husband of 10 years could not say to me, "Maybe you should just get in, 2 hours and 52 minutes is close enough, especially on vacation." Apparently, he does not have my best interests at heart.  A topic for a future discussion with him.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long mile walk back to the campground.  I became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delirious&lt;/span&gt; at one point seeing a Diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mtn&lt;/span&gt; Dew can floating head of me - kinda like when you see water mirages on hot roads.  I never got closer to it.  When I was about 50 feet from the camp store where I knew my precious Diet Dew awaited me, I saw my &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; husband approach in his vehicle.  He wondered (a bit late in my view) if I wanted a ride the rest of the way (where were you .8 miles ago???).  I think his true intent was to get between me and my Diet Dew - you know how jealous he can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am in happy bliss - on my SECOND can of Diet Dew and done with my run! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone tomorrow!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3567303607764668446/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=3567303607764668446" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3567303607764668446?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/3567303607764668446?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-it.html" title="Did it!" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGQ3ozfSp7ImA9WxdaEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-2780908230812376863</id><published>2008-08-20T06:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:57:02.485-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-20T06:57:02.485-06:00</app:edited><title>I feel your pain</title><content type="html">Just so you guys know, I submit myself to pain even when I am not running with you.  I decided to do an interval run this morning.  Of course it was the worst day ever to do so, because it was the HILLIEST course EVER!  I should have just turned off my interval program and realized I was doing a hill work out.  But no, I couldn't let you guys down. So, I did it. Not pretty, but I did it.  I figured you guys would say it would be pay back for doing a roller coaster hill during a long run.  This run was like doing intervals on roller coaster hill x 10!  No exaggeration.  I know we will be hearing enough exaggeration when Mike and Bryan return from Canada - so no need to dish it out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guys were heavy on my mind this morning.. in addition to the interval training from HE double hockey sticks.... I encountered a very LARGE and very LOUD dog.  He did not have an electric collar on.  Luckily his owner was awake and said "Leave her alone".  Apparently he listened.  Of course I got to dread repeating that encounter on the way back, but the running Gods decided they had dealt me enough challenges and the dog was inside on my return pass.  Whew!  Not to be out done though, the Gods made me do my last interval ALL up hill.... no lie.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2780908230812376863/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=2780908230812376863" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/2780908230812376863?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/2780908230812376863?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-your-pain.html" title="I feel your pain" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNQXgzeSp7ImA9WxdaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-2498331214032059726</id><published>2008-08-19T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:18:10.681-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-19T13:18:10.681-06:00</app:edited><title>Trail Running</title><content type="html">The great thing about vacation is being able to run in places you have never run before.  When I am at a State Park, I like to do trail running because it lets you see the park in a completely different way than from the road (A surprise, I know).  Plus it lets me preview any trails we might take the kids on.  Plus when I am trail running I am more accepting of a slower pace.  I justify it by the fact that I need to be more careful about my footing and am constantly checking to see where I am on maps - even if I know where I am at (map = rest). I also figure that since I am running on my VACATION that I automatically get 2 minutes/mile handicap on my pace.  I call it my vacation run pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wissota&lt;/span&gt; has a 3 mile long road and I could get 6 miles in by running up and down it, I opted for a route that had more trails.  And it was great, beautiful, relaxing until that moment when my toe caught a tree root and I went sprawling on the trail.  A nice road rash on my knee and shin.  Of course, I did this on the most flat and smooth part of the trail.  Remember what I said about being careful about my footing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazed me about the whole experience was how quickly the mind and body respond - first to trying not to fall, then by easing the impact, third by assessing injuries and fourth - did anyone see me?  This all happens with in 1 second.  No worries  - I am fine.  Just another lesson in humility.  I know how much I need that!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2498331214032059726/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=2498331214032059726" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/2498331214032059726?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/2498331214032059726?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/trail-running.html" title="Trail Running" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFQHg5cCp7ImA9WxdbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-5007220739734758591</id><published>2008-08-15T05:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:16:51.628-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-15T06:16:51.628-06:00</app:edited><title>Benefits of Middle Age</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;One of the benefits of middle age is that researchers &lt;em&gt;LOVE &lt;/em&gt;to study you!  A couple studies have come out recently that once again prove the benefits of running.  It is so nice to have&lt;a href="http://www.usnews.com/blogs/on-fitness/2008/8/12/3-myths--and-1-truth--about-running-and-your-health.html"&gt; studies &lt;/a&gt;backing you up when for the umpteenth time someone (a non runner) tells you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are ruining your knees (or some other joint below the waist)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are going to have a heart attack training for or during a marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running will kill you before your time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only reason to run is if someone is chasing you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only real risk is skin cancer, but of course we have that one beat too since we run before the sun shines!  We might have to start lathering each other up (with sunscreen! - get your minds out of the gutter!) before we start our runs!  This may also get more male runners in our morning running group - I am sure Larry will start showing up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to the more mundane stuff.  Yes, 12 mile pace run this morning.  Sandy gave Kwik Trip Gal and I a nice surprise by showing up at 4:00 to run with us.  I have to admit that when I agreed to run with KTG I thought that 4:00 wouldn't be any different then running at 4:15, which is true until you realize you have to set your alarm clock to go off &lt;em&gt;BEFORE&lt;/em&gt; 4:00.  Yeah, insane.  I wonder if the studies of middle age runners ever look at our sanity or insanity levels.  Hmmmm the news might not be good there.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, we did two 6 mile loops, picking up Elyse, Katie and Kristi at 5:00.  We did the first loop a bit fast - at 8:33 pace.  Did I mention something about insanity before?  The second loop we held our own and ended up with a 8:41 pace.  And all but the mile 7 were well under 9:00 - most were between 8:45 and 8:35.  Pretty good considering how fast we started out.  I must say that it gave me good practicing keeping those negative thoughts under control.  Only 4 miles to go, not bad.  Only 3 miles to go - I can do that - especially if we don't have to do the hill on Meadowview.  1.5 miles to go, gotta go up Chester, but not Margaret - so Okay - I can do this.  12 miles!!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandy we are done. &lt;/span&gt; SANDY! We are done! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SANDY! WE ARE DONE!  WOULD YOU STOP????.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am at home, lovin my Diet Dew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5007220739734758591/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=5007220739734758591" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/5007220739734758591?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/5007220739734758591?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/benefits-of-middle-age.html" title="Benefits of Middle Age" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BR3c-fyp7ImA9WxdbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-8192439612893513704</id><published>2008-08-13T05:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T05:10:56.957-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-13T05:10:56.957-06:00</app:edited><title>Internal Debates</title><content type="html">I am fighting a cold, so I had the age old runner debate - to run or not to run.  If I didn't run I could go back to sleep, but I was pretty wide awake and it would mean running on Thursday.  BUT if I ran on Thursday then I could help Christy out since she is the only one signed up.  BUT I would be running the day before my pace run (no rest) AND what if I was even sicker?  I would feel more obligated to run since Christy would be by herself, so it wouldn't be as easy to leak out as today.  AND if I ran today, I could sleep late tomorrow.  The deciding factor - I was wide awake from all the internal debate, already had my running clothes on (Of course, that still didn't mean I had to go) so I might as well go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate continued on the whole drive to the pool and the first half mile where for 5 seconds I seriously considered stopping and going back to the car.  BUT I reminded myself that the first mile always sucks, even if Mike isn't there (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it turned out to be a good run.  Once I was warmed up I didn't feel too bad and we ran a 8:45 pace!   I wasn't even leading the group!  So, way to go  you fast runners!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8192439612893513704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=8192439612893513704" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/8192439612893513704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/8192439612893513704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/internal-debates.html" title="Internal Debates" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUDQHo-fyp7ImA9WxdbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002808158712309519.post-4452198796020875073</id><published>2008-08-11T05:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T05:14:31.457-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-11T05:14:31.457-06:00</app:edited><title>Poll</title><content type="html">Well, luckily for me my fellow morning running companions feel they can still show up to run even if they haven't filled out the poll!  I was supposed to run with Wendy this morning (we were the only two people on the poll), but she called at 4:56 a.m. and said she wouldn't be there.  She did say she knew Sandy and Kristi M would be there.  Plus, Jill had told me she was going to come too.  Well, it ended up being Sandy, Katie, Mike and Christy.  And just to reward those who did come, we did NOT do intervals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to have Mike back in the fold.  New stories!  I don't think there is ever a worry about us gals sharing a fishing story which again shows the diversity Mike brings to the group beyond being  the only male! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good 5.67 mile run at 8:53 pace.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4452198796020875073/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002808158712309519&amp;postID=4452198796020875073" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/4452198796020875073?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002808158712309519/posts/default/4452198796020875073?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badgerrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/poll.html" title="Poll" /><author><name>Badger Runner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11382224623558670624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>
