<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns: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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043</id><updated>2024-10-24T00:03:30.881-07:00</updated><category term="IT band"/><category term="broken toes"/><category term="cortisone"/><category term="endurance"/><category term="food"/><category term="green"/><category term="humid"/><category term="ocean"/><category term="pancakes"/><category term="surfing"/><title type='text'>The Ultra-Adventures of a Painfully Normal Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-3432105027875604032</id><published>2011-10-18T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T01:49:45.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CT5k Day One</title><content type='html'>It has been almost two weeks since the cortisone injection, so today I  decided to start the couch to 5k program again in order to not rush back  into running. Admittedly, it is a bit demoralizing knowing that I ran  an ultra, but it is humbling to remember how hard it is to start  running, how hard it is to run a 5k or a 10k or a half marathon, and how  big of an accomplishment all of these are. &lt;br /&gt;
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I grabbed my neighbor because we agreed it is easier to get out the door  if there is someone else keeping us accountable. It felt good to be out  there again. Before I knew it, we were back at our doors. I forgot how  easy running can be when you are not running up and down mountains  (thank you SoCal friends!) and only running short bursts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt no &quot;bad&quot; pain, but I didn&#39;t expect that I would with this short  distance. The sheer joy of today&#39;s activity came when I used my foam  roller to roll out my IT bands. Normally, rolling my left IT band  results in my eyes tearing up from the screaming of my tender tendon.  Today the sensation I felt was at first disconcerting and wrong, but  then my brain processed this sensation actually was...absolute lack of  pain. I couldn&#39;t have been happier. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now I realize that it is to early to determine whether or not I am fully  healed, but it is another great step in the right direction!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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2.07 miles at 14:29/mile&lt;br /&gt;
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Nike Free</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3432105027875604032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/ct5k-day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3432105027875604032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3432105027875604032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/ct5k-day-one.html' title='CT5k Day One'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-6942772429062179024</id><published>2011-10-06T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T04:58:24.177-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cortisone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IT band"/><title type='text'>Injected!</title><content type='html'>Today, I received a cortisone injection in the IT band of my bad knee. IT (pun intended) hurts just about every time I run these days. If there is a decent downhill, forget it! The cyst causes little comparative discomfort with no evidence of an actual tear in my meniscus...good news. It will be left untreated to resolve itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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The doctor said he only injects IT bands after all other non-invasive treatments have been attempted and failed (check!). After signing the consent form, yes I know it can result in an infection, there could be unlikely fat atrophy at the site, blah, blah, blah,&amp;nbsp; the doctor jabbed his thumb into my knee some more while bending it to find the exact location. There was a small pinch followed by a cold spray to numb the skin before the uber steroid was pumped into my offending tissue. I never really felt the needle, but the mashing (massaging) of the area post-stabbing was not an entirely comfortable sensation. Soon, I headed home with instructions to rest it for a few days, which I will stretch to at least a week, and then begin running slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
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My knee felt good for the next hour or two, but then it grew quite sore with shooting pains if I twisted wrong. I was informed that it might be sore tonight, so I am not concerned. I am optimistic that it will work...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6942772429062179024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/injected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/6942772429062179024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/6942772429062179024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/injected.html' title='Injected!'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-2707597466084351746</id><published>2011-09-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:50:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Again</title><content type='html'>So I decided to hell with it, I&#39;m going to try running again. This morning, I woke up early despite my alarm not going off. I pulled myself out of bed, thanks in part to my very full bladder, and off I went. Despite the time of day, it was still a bit warm out, although in general, it is cooling down slightly.&lt;br /&gt;
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My legs felt as though they had never run prior to today, and I gave up after a mile with a side cramp doubling me over and nausea. Valiant attempt, but alas, fail. At least my knee didn&#39;t cause the premature walking.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe it was my breakfast and/or the heat. Or maybe my body was warning me to start slow. In any case, I will try again. And hopefully, next week&#39;s ortho appointment will bring good news...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2707597466084351746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/starting-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/2707597466084351746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/2707597466084351746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/starting-again.html' title='Starting Again'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-1474211719720682242</id><published>2011-07-30T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T22:39:12.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Why did I forget my calf sleeves yesterday?! Now I have those little itchy bumps on my legs.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1474211719720682242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/1474211719720682242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/1474211719720682242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-7735417970679211898</id><published>2011-07-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:56:28.621-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pancakes"/><title type='text'>Annnnd I&#39;m Back</title><content type='html'>Kind of... I am back in the sense that I finally ran a trail and that I am posting again. I am not back in the sense of being 100% healthy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was my first trail run in a while and my first one on Okinawa. It was a 4+ mile loop early in the morning to beat the heat...hmmmm, or while it was less hot anyway. I was concerned mostly about the humidity, but aside from sweating profusely and drinking more water than I usually do (not that I drink that much to begin with...), it was not a factor.&lt;br /&gt;
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My limiting factor once again was my damn knee. It was fine until I bombed a few downhills sections. Sigh. I am definitely making an appointment on Monday and won&#39;t give up until I find something that works. Acupuncture is on the horizon as an option as well. Ok, enough of the negative.&lt;br /&gt;
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It felt great to be back on the trails even if I did have to walk part of the course. While the trail was quite overgrown with vegetation, it was not the angry, skin-tearing kind found in Southern California, and it was GREEN! It was also a bit slipperier, which is always good for a laugh when your feet slide out from under you landing you promptly on your backside.&lt;br /&gt;
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The run was followed by some delicious pancakes. All in all, I say it was a successful morning!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7735417970679211898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/annnnd-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/7735417970679211898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/7735417970679211898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/annnnd-im-back.html' title='Annnnd I&#39;m Back'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-4059311643669908931</id><published>2011-03-10T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:26:58.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Aromas Emanating from the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and type, the savory bouquet from the herbed and roasting chicken is unceasingly wafting across my olfactory senses. My world revolves around food. My latest listography contains those smell associated with food that speak to my soul. It is in no particular order... they are all equally amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;
- Fresh rosemary in all its earthy, woodsy glory&lt;br /&gt;
- Truffle oil&lt;br /&gt;
- Dark chocolate as it is being melted into heavy cream to create ganache. The aroma builds exponentially until it bursts into a crescendo of rich, decadent extravagance. &lt;br /&gt;
- Bread dough&lt;br /&gt;
- Onions and garlic sauteing in butter&lt;br /&gt;
- Hot tea (green, white, herbal, mint, jasmine...) &lt;br /&gt;
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Other random smells not associated with food:&lt;br /&gt;
- Roses... as cliche as that may be&lt;br /&gt;
- Freesia&lt;br /&gt;
- Freshly washed sheets&lt;br /&gt;
- Orange blossoms from a roadside orchard&lt;br /&gt;
- Vintage cars&lt;br /&gt;
- Leather&lt;br /&gt;
- Mahgony&lt;br /&gt;
- Old books&lt;br /&gt;
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Feel free to comment and add your own smells!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4059311643669908931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/favorite-aromas-emanating-from-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/4059311643669908931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/4059311643669908931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/favorite-aromas-emanating-from-kitchen.html' title='Favorite Aromas Emanating from the Kitchen'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-3184397133234606760</id><published>2011-03-06T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:21:18.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Meantime</title><content type='html'>So I have taken a bit of a break from running. Pain-free runs left so much promise only to be dashed by some pain where the cyst is located. Since it happened while running and since it is on my MCL, I decided to not push this one. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the meantime, I was inspired while watching Top Gear in all of their &quot;ambitious yet rubbish&quot; gloriousness. I will take this pause in running to write about another passion, and hence the following is a list of my top cars.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Subaru WRX STI... I do so love my car&lt;br /&gt;
2. Fiat 500 Abarth SS... you can keep your mini coopers&lt;br /&gt;
3. Ariel Atom... open-wheeled awesomeness &lt;br /&gt;
3. Porsche GT3&lt;br /&gt;
4. Ferrari 458 Italia... because it sounds so damn pretty and has some power to match&lt;br /&gt;
5. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.topgear.com/uk/videos/clarkson-tips-over-reliant-robin&quot;&gt;Reliant Robin&lt;/a&gt;... because it is absolutely ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;
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And for all you who are screaming what about the American cars:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Ford Fiesta... of course, it would be to strip it down and turn it into a proper rally car&lt;br /&gt;
2. Ford F-150 SVT Raptor... if I had to pick a truck</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3184397133234606760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-meantime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3184397133234606760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3184397133234606760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-meantime.html' title='In the Meantime'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-7829539428778946057</id><published>2011-02-05T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:46:42.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the Reaper</title><content type='html'>As it turns out, I had to cancel my running plans last Saturday. I had found a trail 5k to celebrate the completion of the couch to 5k program, but the government found me. Instead I was &quot;invited&quot; (= ordered) to attend a muster for the Inactive Reserves. I can only glean from the muster that they wanted to ensure we were still alive and relatively productive members of society. Oh, and to pitch the joys of becoming an active reservist. &lt;br /&gt;
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No 5k for me and I missed the group run as well. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually, it turned out better than expected. The area on base that we were summoned to was full of units that, well, like to inflict physical pain... I mean... training upon their Marines. I did a little informational reconnaissance and discovered the gold mine of trails beginning at that very location. Of course, I brought running gear knowing that I would be able to find some trails; I just didn&#39;t know how close they would actually be.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had heard tales of the sadistic Marine Corps training device known as &quot;the Reaper&quot;. A hill/mountain of epic infamy as well as epic accomplishment. I was too close to pass up the opportunity to see it and bask in its shadows.&lt;br /&gt;
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Off I plodded, ignorant to the path that was leading me towards it. I was told that I would be approaching it from the back side, and while the trail would be uphill, it would be more of a rolling uphill. Granted, I am still building up my training and have not been doing serious hill runs, but wow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Uphill still means uphill and rolling means slow torture because the &quot;up&quot; part keeps going and going and going. The undulations of the trail grew increasingly more severe and I was reduced to hiking with short bits of sloooooow running. Towards the top there were placards with Medal of Honor citations which made me reminisce back to the time when I entered the Marines in all of my motivated glory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, I found it veering off to the right and heading down. Wait. I think that&#39;s it. No. Maybe. Crap. Well, I will continue going up because that is smart, right?! Well, at least I could get a better view. The upward undulations here were of psychotic clown rollercoaster proportions. After clawing my way up a section that gained 100ft of elevation in 0.1 mile. I decided that was enough. It was too steep to run down so I slid down on a rock slide of gravel. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I should have trusted my instinct in the first place and returned to the almost unassuming Reaper. I was told that is how it gets you. It doesn&#39;t look that bad...how bad can it really be?! Luckily, I was under no force but my own and I was standing at the top looking down. Don&#39;t get me wrong, it is utterly impressive when you realize just how small things at the bottom actually appear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because of the time, I only ventured half way down to appreciate the steepness of the grade; steepness that not even my gamin would register. And then I walked back up. It is a force to be reckoned with for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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But now it was time to started heading back. Alright downhilling time! Unfortunately, the previous strain combined with steep downhills that I was not ready for caused Thing #1 to flare up part way down. This forced me to walk the rest of the way back to my car but I had probably ran about 4 miles of the entire journey, which was my goal.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will head back to those trails when I have trained on more mountains and my knee is ready for the abuse. It was the adventure and inspiration that I so needed. Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;
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Note: I did not take a picture of the actual Reaper because I felt it almost too sacred. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;100 ft in 0.1 mile = wall (not trail)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7829539428778946057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-search-of-reaper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/7829539428778946057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/7829539428778946057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-search-of-reaper.html' title='In Search of the Reaper'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GTj_MIlrLiaDLAhSdxGkU_qmUx5i8TZhJpbPEnZMOaxpX7n7Kx1ACpyOQ5JkXBqzwScoFSHiVNwL3TBKvA0hiMP5zh2jc7HF4rei1iIxGO_u14WqXlQgpZ6D7iQRpfGhjWnMrimeTOfC/s72-c/-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-7676154995144077779</id><published>2011-01-22T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:18:15.720-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="endurance"/><title type='text'>Endurance Expo</title><content type='html'>I just returned from volunteering in the Ink n Burn booth at the Endurance LIVE expo at the San Diego Convention Center. While I had no knowledge of the event prior to a few days ago, it was an enjoyable event. There were many big name as well as up and coming companies there. Also, there were clinics and chances to rub elbows with the pros.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few of my favorites were there to include infinit and nuun. Granted there were quite a few triathlon booths that I glossed over. Then there were the new discoveries. Clif Bar now has a delicious granola bar. Also adventure racing sounds like a whole lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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There were also several nutrition related booth which got me to thinking that sports nutrition should be added to the list of potential careers. It&#39;s something I&#39;m passionate about...mmmm, food.&lt;br /&gt;
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What all this really made me realize though, was that it is great finding a group of people just as crazy as you are so that you fit right in as &quot;normal&quot;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7676154995144077779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/endurance-expo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/7676154995144077779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/7676154995144077779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/endurance-expo.html' title='Endurance Expo'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-6121702684106862750</id><published>2011-01-21T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:43:21.021-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food"/><title type='text'>Joys of Running</title><content type='html'>Today&#39;s joy of running: having amazing running friends to share the love of gastronomic delights and tasty beverages with.&lt;br /&gt;
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(hey, not all running joys directly involve running...)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6121702684106862750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/joys-of-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/6121702684106862750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/6121702684106862750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/joys-of-running.html' title='Joys of Running'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-5160862761342531651</id><published>2011-01-18T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:42:33.107-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="broken toes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ocean"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surfing"/><title type='text'>PNG vs Surfing?</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me, I can be downright terrified of the water in certain circumstances. So when I say I took a surfing lesson with Josh, it was a big deal. Well, I had a blast. Being the first lesson, we did plenty of drills on the beach to learn how to stand first. The instructor assured me that it wouldn&#39;t be scary at all and that the water would not be more than waist deep where we were.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally it was time to hit the surf. Mind you, it was not like the surfing you usually see. We would ride the wave in towards the beach. Unfortunately on my second attempt, I crashed unceremoniously landing with my toes bent back at a ridiculous angle. Luckily, I only suffered some soft tissue swelling and pain. The same cannot be said for Josh, who broke one toe and fractured another. (At least now, we have a good story...). &lt;br /&gt;
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After a few tries, I finally was able to stand. Our instructor was so excited to see me stand that he came skipping over to me and tackled me into the surf to the point where I was entirely submerged. Normally at this point, I would have majorly panicked, but I stayed amazing calm instead. VICTORY!&lt;br /&gt;
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Moral of this story... I had to take a few days off from running to let my foot heal. Hopefully, I will be back Thursday!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5160862761342531651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-surfing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/5160862761342531651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/5160862761342531651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-surfing.html' title='PNG vs Surfing?'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-8414346974896711740</id><published>2011-01-13T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T09:15:03.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNG vs Downhilling</title><content type='html'>Today&#39;s run was the first time that I was able to tear down a substantial hill since last March without so much as a twinge of pain. It was as amazing as I remembered. Needless to say, my morale is returning...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8414346974896711740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-downhilling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/8414346974896711740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/8414346974896711740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-downhilling.html' title='PNG vs Downhilling'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-3238580179615281121</id><published>2011-01-11T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:19:02.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNG vs the Dreaded 3 Miles</title><content type='html'>Ok so today began the week of the 3 mile runs. Yes, I realize that in the couch to 5k program, the goal is to build up to 3 miles. The problem is that a run of 3 miles will never be the same thanks to the Marine Corps.&lt;br /&gt;
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I understand the PT environment, however the run-til-you-puke mentality, especially during the PFT, made me forget that running can actually be fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now I have an aversion to running that distance. I would rather run 2 or 4 or 50...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3238580179615281121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-dreaded-3-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3238580179615281121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3238580179615281121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-dreaded-3-miles.html' title='PNG vs the Dreaded 3 Miles'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-933052331746923784</id><published>2011-01-10T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:27:08.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward... and Upward</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Josh and I went for a hike. We have decided to hike each weekend slowly increasing pack weight and hike distance. There is a mountaineering course in his future as well as mine, as long as the knee continues to play nice. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly, it felt great. While the runs have been kicking my butt, this hike was the mental/morale boost I have been desperately needing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its as though my emotions while running have followed the wildly fluctuating ups and downs of the terrain I have been along. However, I do realize that my body is struggling to reach the level of stamina and ability that my mind remembers from before. It seems to have forgotten the pain and frustration associated with getting to that point.... oh, yes, now I remember.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/933052331746923784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/onward-and-upward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/933052331746923784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/933052331746923784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/onward-and-upward.html' title='Onward... and Upward'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-3888980605782976110</id><published>2011-01-06T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:10:21.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNG vs the Clerk</title><content type='html'>So on the way home from today&#39;s run, I decided to pick up a few groceries. I zipped around efficiently grabbing what I needed. The checkout clerk, in a tone that said I-don&#39;t-really-want-to-be-here-but-I-have-to-pretend-that-I-care, asked what sport Team Ink N Burn supports. I was wearing one of my Team Ink N Burn shirts, which are the most amazing technical shirts if I must say.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Ultramarathons and such endurance feats.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh... marathons. I keep thinking I should start running because runners are in such great shape, but I hate running.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped myself from sighing out loud and decided not to explain that I was not talking about marathons because of the sheer apathy in his voice. I mentioned something instead about running on trails being more fun, and then I was on my way.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3888980605782976110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-clerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3888980605782976110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3888980605782976110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-clerk.html' title='PNG vs the Clerk'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-162322117647893566</id><published>2011-01-06T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:09:22.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNG vs. New Toy</title><content type='html'>My new Gamin 310XT came to day. I tested it out on today&#39;s run and it is thankfully better than the 405. I am quite excited that it has a 20hour battery life and it can be turned off when you are not using it to save the battery. I set up the 4 available display screens with all those stats I so love/hate while I am running.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, my knee has been aching on and off since Tuesday&#39;s run... right about where the cyst is. Strangely, though, I didn&#39;t feel it while I was running today. Which brings up today&#39;s conundrum; do I try a cortisone shot now while I am low in mileage or do I wait and see? I want to keep it as healthy as possible for 2011 ultra season and the mountaineering in my future.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/162322117647893566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-new-toy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/162322117647893566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/162322117647893566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-new-toy.html' title='PNG vs. New Toy'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-5991229463475551027</id><published>2011-01-03T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:51:49.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift of Focus</title><content type='html'>My optimism levels elevated slightly after running, eating, and drinking beer with some fellow trail crazies. Granted it was a relatively tough 2.5 miles in the mountains of east county, but I loved the snow and the change of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have decided that while I am running these short distances, now is the time to focus on nutritional expermentation. I feel as though I have said this already, but I&#39;m serious this time, really... The first focus will be eating &quot;cleaner&quot;. There will be more fruits and veggies and less processed foods. I have already reduced coffee intake to certain weekends and special occasions. &lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5991229463475551027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/shift-of-focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/5991229463475551027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/5991229463475551027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/shift-of-focus.html' title='Shift of Focus'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-1176780043807351695</id><published>2011-01-01T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:17:19.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNG vs 2011</title><content type='html'>I have been terrible at posting lately, but forcing my way through the couch to 5k program has left me less than inspired. It&#39;s not a hard program to follow but it is frustratingly slow. Luckily, I run with Andrea most of the time and she is entertaining and inspiring in her own way.&lt;br /&gt;
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I occasionally still get twinges and tweaks in Thing 1 (the bad knee), and therefore I remain somewhat skeptical of 2011 being my return to ultra running. The cyst does not seem to be going anywhere soon and I remain hyperaware of the knee. Thus far it hasn&#39;t bothered me while running or walking, but the IT band does say hello every now and again (usually while hiking instead of running). Perhaps I am so focused on it that I am imagining it... one can hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I don&#39;t really do the whole new year resolution thing, so I will continue to take my running one week at a time without setting long term goals or major races until I get more distance under my belt, or rather shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy New Year!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1176780043807351695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/1176780043807351695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/1176780043807351695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/png-vs-2011.html' title='PNG vs 2011'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-1976281807677179878</id><published>2010-11-29T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:41:18.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautious Optimism...</title><content type='html'>I skipped 2 out of 3 runs last week. I was getting random pangs in my knee while sitting in certain positions and while lying in on my side. It was enough to cause me to pause. Since it doesn&#39;t hurt while running and walking, I am going to proceed with the running. I remain cautiously optimistic but increasingly more nervous...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1976281807677179878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/cautious-optimism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/1976281807677179878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/1976281807677179878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/cautious-optimism.html' title='Cautious Optimism...'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-3081860031938030601</id><published>2010-11-18T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:44:17.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNG vs Day 2</title><content type='html'>The run this morning was still more of a tease than and actual run; I mean you can do just about anything for 60s. However, I am determined to take it slow. I felt no pain but was excited to see coyotes on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;
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Around 3pm, I did have a brief period of achiness in my &quot;recovering&quot; knee. It passed, but I am icing it to be safe.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3081860031938030601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/png-vs-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3081860031938030601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3081860031938030601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/png-vs-day-2.html' title='PNG vs Day 2'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-3104576955051490403</id><published>2010-11-16T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:55:21.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNG vs Day 1 (update)</title><content type='html'>Distance: 3.95&lt;br /&gt;
Time: 56:29&lt;br /&gt;
Training: 5 min brisk walking warm up (a brisk 40 degrees that is)&lt;br /&gt;
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Feeling: Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;
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No pain!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3104576955051490403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/png-vs-day-1-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3104576955051490403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3104576955051490403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/png-vs-day-1-update.html' title='PNG vs Day 1 (update)'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-3040703814867834424</id><published>2010-11-15T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:18:26.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNG vs Day 1</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is day 1 of running, and I am out of my mind excited. I only lost a little skin flipping off the mountain bike Saturday, so all systems are a go...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3040703814867834424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/png-vs-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3040703814867834424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/3040703814867834424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/png-vs-day-1.html' title='PNG vs Day 1'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-1769164355969684311</id><published>2010-11-12T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:23:46.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Signs</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I hiked from the South Rim of the Grand Canyon down to Plateau Point and back. The hike was just under 12 miles and was about 3000 feet in elevation change. Starting down the trail in the brisk morning air, I was on top of the world (pun intended) and confident that, with my new orthotics, I would be literally feeling no pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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About 2 miles later the all too familiar stabbing in outside of my left knee began. I began to stumble down the switchbacks of my mind. The same feelings of despair and frustration that I would never heal weighed me down. These orthotics were supposed to be my answer. I am supposed to start running again next week, but how?&lt;br /&gt;
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And then it hit me. During the orthotic fitting, I was wearing my Montrails, which have a bit more stability control when the orthotics are combined with the shoe&#39;s posting. Unfortunately, they were now a half size too small with the orthotics, so I used my other, more minimally supportive trail shoes for the Grand Canyon&amp;nbsp; trip. I could only speculate this was the reason for my current onslaught of pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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I continued to hobble down the trail using my trekking poles as make shift crutches and forcing my hiking mates to slow down. Like usual, the pain began to subside as the trail leveled out, and I felt perfect during the ascent. That night the pain viciously returned to my knee, so I iced it. And while I was sore all over the next morning, there was no more knee pain!&lt;br /&gt;
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So now for the good sign. Yesterday morning, I went for a hike through Elfin Forest Recreational Reserve (which is beautiful). We took the Way Up Trail, which, true to its name, switch backed its way up in a very obvious way. The thought of descending made me cringe, but I was wearing the Montrails to test my previous theory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Final report: there was not even a twinge in my knee. (However, I will need to get a larger size so as not to destroy my toes.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Watch out trails, I am coming for you... in a very slow controlled fashion of course!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1769164355969684311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/1769164355969684311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/1769164355969684311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-signs.html' title='Good Signs'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-8053190618582295593</id><published>2010-11-10T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:14:52.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>Previously, my plan of attack was to sign up for a particular ultra and then try to fit training into that, usually compressed, timeline. This method has brought nothing but injury and heartache, so this time around, I start slow and steady.&lt;br /&gt;
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Running: (I have to credit the mastermind of this plan, my trail twin, who will be following it as well)&lt;br /&gt;
1. &quot;Couch to 5k&quot; training program (Day 1 is Tuesday, 16 Nov)&lt;br /&gt;
2. 1/2 marathon training plan&lt;br /&gt;
3. Build up mileage using the 10% rule. Every three to four weeks I will reduce the mileage so that I am not constantly increasing.&lt;br /&gt;
Once I am running about 40 miles per week, I will begin to look at races to enter, but not until then. From there, anything can happen!&lt;br /&gt;
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Cross-training:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Mixture of yoga and pilates to strengthening my core and hips. These are the two areas that will continue to be vital to my progress due to my less than stellar biomechanics.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Swimming, rock climbing, and mountain biking&lt;br /&gt;
3. Short barefoot runs to strengthen my feet and stabilization muscles.&lt;br /&gt;
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During this time, I will also be experimenting with pre-run, post-run and on the run diets. Mmmm, food...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8053190618582295593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/8053190618582295593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798249437881424043/posts/default/8053190618582295593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfullynormalgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Painfully Normal Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825937164990920211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvl-00hwrmsX2PG7yppZe9_Jvwm5_JQOnSHVyWHwF1a3NS1C37k6JhkGRzZDJpjiWJrTvByhakUKRUs18EIMwhVFgG4K5blOX-2_DotGa6qxEfmzr1MFYtYN-AAqGncw/s113/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798249437881424043.post-4130619196982143515</id><published>2010-11-07T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:11:13.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>So here I sit having adequately dissected the past year and planning for the next. It is definitely one of those cliche crossroads in my life. I have completed my first career and am contemplating the next one, but this is about my other journey.&lt;br /&gt;
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This past year I imbibed the sweet nectar of the ultramarathon. Granted, I hobbled ingloriously across the finish line of the first annual Oriflamme 50k only to burst into tears over the relief if it being done. I was unwaveringly addicted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since that one and only ultra, I have been struggling with recurring knee injuries that stem from some not so pretty biomechanics. The physical therapist was horrified just by watching me walk, but this was not an unexpected reaction. I have known this for years and have run like this for years without issue.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I find myself with new orthotics, strengthening exercises, and day dreams about to run down the rabbit hole of ultrarunning.&lt;br /&gt;
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