<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:14:22.439-05:00</updated><category term='bodyshaping'/><category term='badass'/><category term='wetsuit'/><category term='wa'/><category term='james river'/><category term='arms'/><category term='Terry'/><category term='football'/><category term='Skirt Sports'/><category term='yogurt'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of Fave</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>429</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-449574955070481248</id><published>2012-01-26T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:00:12.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing It</title><content type='html'>I said I was going to run an event a month.&lt;br /&gt;December - Bear Creek 10 miler - check&lt;br /&gt;January - nothing. oops.&lt;br /&gt;February - VIFL 14k&lt;br /&gt;March - shamrock Half, Monument 10k&lt;br /&gt;April - CASA 5k&lt;br /&gt;the rest are TBD....&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this.&lt;br /&gt;I even bought a shirt to wear for every event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-449574955070481248?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/449574955070481248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=449574955070481248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/449574955070481248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/449574955070481248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2012/01/doing-it.html' title='Doing It'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8140460143280100622</id><published>2012-01-04T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:23:31.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>...since it's a recovery year for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...how cool would it be to do one fun race/event every month and raise money for my fave organization in the process,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.comfortzonecamp.org/"&gt;CZC&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am signed up for:&lt;br /&gt;February - Virginia is for Lovers 14k&lt;br /&gt;March - Shamrock Half Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just need 9 more....(too late for January now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...should I wait until IronGreg finds a new job first....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8140460143280100622?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8140460143280100622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8140460143280100622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8140460143280100622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8140460143280100622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2012/01/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5109058187775520492</id><published>2011-12-18T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T13:11:39.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Up</title><content type='html'>I finished my 10 miler a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;In january, I start training for a half marathon in March.&lt;br /&gt;So...what do I do now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yesterday I ran for a whole 45 minutes on the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, IronGreg and I signed up for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.vifl14k.com/"&gt;Virginia is For Lovers 14k&lt;/a&gt;. Go Team Matheletes!&lt;br /&gt;And it's my birthday weekend - what a fun way to celebrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5109058187775520492?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5109058187775520492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5109058187775520492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5109058187775520492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5109058187775520492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/12/next-up.html' title='Next Up'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-4492120821267851649</id><published>2011-12-12T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:38:10.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Creek 10 miler</title><content type='html'>I did it! I finished my first trail event - The Bear Creek 10 miler.&lt;br /&gt;10 miles of trails.&lt;br /&gt;10 water crossings.&lt;br /&gt;countless mud bogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was cold, but after a few miles it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;The water was cold, but towards the end my feet welcomed the cool rinse.&lt;br /&gt;My shin and calf hated me towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with my friends pulling me along, we did it!&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun-filled day with lots of familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtP-t9idPv8/TuZl-Bu9LFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gced-st-y4s/s1600/IMG_5192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtP-t9idPv8/TuZl-Bu9LFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gced-st-y4s/s320/IMG_5192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMovI3-M0IU/TuZmIUR3UzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/JWHCramTTyI/s1600/IMG_5244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMovI3-M0IU/TuZmIUR3UzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/JWHCramTTyI/s320/IMG_5244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-4492120821267851649?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4492120821267851649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=4492120821267851649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4492120821267851649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4492120821267851649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/12/bear-creek-10-miler.html' title='Bear Creek 10 miler'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtP-t9idPv8/TuZl-Bu9LFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gced-st-y4s/s72-c/IMG_5192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-6322681133333908532</id><published>2011-11-29T15:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:17:47.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trotting</title><content type='html'>This Thanksgiving, we were in the great state of South Carolina at my brother and sister-in-law's house.&lt;br /&gt;Their neighborhood hosted a 5k - there were about 100 people registered this year - their biggest yet.&lt;br /&gt;It was small but fun.&lt;br /&gt;Greg won the race in 18-ish minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I finished in 27:20 - same time as my last 5k. An 8:47 pace. not my best pace sicne last year I ran an 8k at a 8:29 pace, but I haven't trained for this and it was all for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew ran the kids race.&lt;br /&gt;And then my brother and brother-in-law pushed in for the 5k in the jogging stroller with flat tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-6322681133333908532?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6322681133333908532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=6322681133333908532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6322681133333908532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6322681133333908532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/11/trotting.html' title='Trotting'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7436568146608685472</id><published>2011-11-14T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:44:20.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching</title><content type='html'>Ever since IMCDA, I have had a touch of the lazies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the gym a few times a week.&lt;br /&gt;I run and people watch.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I lift weights and people watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of watch what I eat...I watch it go in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;However, I have also been watching my clothes shrink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past weekend I watched my friends show how awesome they are with fantastic times at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.richmondmarathon.com/"&gt;Richmond Marathon, Half Marathon, and 8k&lt;/a&gt;. I passed out water at mile 2. It was cold. But awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now back on the nutrition train. Watching what goes in my mouth...and making sure it's healthy. No more of my beloved fall baking days for me. And I am getting back into training.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I am training for, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am eating my words.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do another marathon.&lt;br /&gt;I have one in mind...when I sign up I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;br /&gt;m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7436568146608685472?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7436568146608685472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7436568146608685472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7436568146608685472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7436568146608685472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/11/watching.html' title='Watching'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-220763958090520885</id><published>2011-11-04T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:27:01.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Mudder</title><content type='html'>I'm a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://toughmudder.com/"&gt;Tough Mudder&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We climbed 12 foot high walls&lt;br /&gt;carried logs&lt;br /&gt;climbs hay bales&lt;br /&gt;lots of mud&lt;br /&gt;swam through ICE&lt;br /&gt;jumped over fire&lt;br /&gt;lots of water&lt;br /&gt;buttered monkey bars&lt;br /&gt;and last, but not least we ran through electric wires&lt;br /&gt;10 miles and 28 obstacles later&lt;br /&gt;we are Tough Mudders.&lt;br /&gt;Go Team Ironmaidens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1JxV1DwuO8/TrP1yYSdeDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8FPNRQlJawU/s1600/79520-979-021f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1JxV1DwuO8/TrP1yYSdeDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8FPNRQlJawU/s320/79520-979-021f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-220763958090520885?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/220763958090520885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=220763958090520885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/220763958090520885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/220763958090520885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/11/tough-mudder.html' title='Tough Mudder'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pPgwEZUbhaA/TrP1p3srUXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Eli31sxpTXg/s72-c/79520-136-026f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2893007795552633018</id><published>2011-10-31T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:55:38.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the Bright Side</title><content type='html'>Call me Alexander.&amp;nbsp;I'm having a case of "the Mondays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIkC_KdLMCE/Tq7EIU1srEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BlCS2C2l42Y/s1600/51YjA0aGlGL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIkC_KdLMCE/Tq7EIU1srEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BlCS2C2l42Y/s1600/51YjA0aGlGL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the more I hang out in my pity party I am forced to look on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have completed countless running races, including two marathons.&lt;br /&gt;- I have completed countless triathlons including 5 half ironmans and 2 full ironmans.&lt;br /&gt;- I own my own company.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a great husband. (should probably make that bullet #1)&lt;br /&gt;- I volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;- i have a roof over my head and food in my belly.&lt;br /&gt;- I have good fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean check that out. It's good to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2893007795552633018?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2893007795552633018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2893007795552633018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2893007795552633018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2893007795552633018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-at-bright-side.html' title='Looking at the Bright Side'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIkC_KdLMCE/Tq7EIU1srEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BlCS2C2l42Y/s72-c/51YjA0aGlGL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-261665435077560370</id><published>2011-10-20T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T15:34:45.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my Aching Back</title><content type='html'>I have always had some back pain.&lt;br /&gt;Recently it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;Once the pain started going down my leg, I decided it was time to go see my doc.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I have a herniated/pinched disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this Sunday I will still be participating in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.toughmudder.com/"&gt;Tough Mudder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not tell my mom I am doing this. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-261665435077560370?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/261665435077560370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=261665435077560370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/261665435077560370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/261665435077560370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-my-aching-back.html' title='Oh my Aching Back'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7271922876304197763</id><published>2011-10-18T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:22:55.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Design Sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I ran around town updating libraries. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to XXX Architecture to take stock of what they actually had in theirs since I had never been there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was so happy I found a GREAT party spot on the street in a TWO hour zone! High five! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walked around the car and got some things out of the trunk…and some home made pumpkin bread to reel them in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did my thing. Ran into a girl from another design firm there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;An hour later I am back at my car. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see a bring green something on my windshield. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Surely it can’t be a parking ticket! I am in a TWO hour zone and have only been here for ONE hour. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so mad I get in my car and pick up my phone to call and complain as I open it and it reads ..”parking in less than 15 feet from a fire hydrant” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I get out and look. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And oh yes, RIGHT next to my driver side door is a damn silver fire hydrant. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All I got to say is, Aren’t these things supposed to be red?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;the funniest part to me -- the parking ticket included not one, but two pictures of my car illegally parked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;so much for finding rock star parking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7271922876304197763?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7271922876304197763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7271922876304197763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7271922876304197763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7271922876304197763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-life-in-design-sales.html' title='My Life in Design Sales'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7170591192844674588</id><published>2011-08-15T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:47:11.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop Out</title><content type='html'>I just dropped out of a race.&lt;br /&gt;I have never done this before.&lt;br /&gt;Not a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;but I know that my heart is done for the season. the disappointment I felt after my last race make me re-evaluate the rest of my season.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7170591192844674588?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-1961875525633469430</id><published>2011-08-10T08:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:18:19.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goochland Sprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I know I have not yet gotten to the Ironman run and finale...and post race wine trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But I have to jump ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This past weekend I did the Goochland Sprint Tri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hmph. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, I did it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It was not the day I was hoping for. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Looking at the people I would be racing against I really hoped for 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; in my AG. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I figured I had been working on my swimming. So that should be decent. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I did a HIM at a 18.6 pace and this is only 12.5 miles, so surely I should be in the 19-20 range on the bike. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Running, well I just have to push through as hard as I can. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The swim went well. A little slower than expected but was 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; AG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The bike I pushed, but forgot to start my computer so I wasn’t sure of my pacing. Ended up with…18.6. Seriously?! Not happy with that. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; AG. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The run was hard. I knew there was only 1 person in my AG in front of me and I wasn’t catching her, so I had to keep the girl behind me off and I would have 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. I finished feeling like I worked. 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; AG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, I finished and the preliminary results has the girl in front of me as an overall winner, therefore pushing me to 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; AG. I was stoked!!! Then as finishers were coming in the fast runners starting pushing me out of the way. I ended up 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. #2 beat me by 14 seconds. And #3 beat me by 2 seconds. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So looking back, I feel like I should have been able to find at least 14 seconds. Whish disappoints me. Mainly because I know I did not train for this race. And this is what I get for not trying hard enough. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Because of this I have decided that I am not going to do Giant Acorn sprint in October. My heart is not in it anymore. I need to re-evaluate myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-1961875525633469430?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1961875525633469430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=1961875525633469430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1961875525633469430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1961875525633469430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/08/goochland-sprint.html' title='Goochland Sprint'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-4702631695824532309</id><published>2011-08-04T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:25:38.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman: the Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bwgZiBYQ_3s/Tjq4XS_1UpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kB0PH-NPPrM/s1600/75636-235-024f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bwgZiBYQ_3s/Tjq4XS_1UpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kB0PH-NPPrM/s320/75636-235-024f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNPBkS2XHGA/Tjq4ZdykOzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Paz9eByAc-U/s1600/IMG_2395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNPBkS2XHGA/Tjq4ZdykOzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Paz9eByAc-U/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3O7JQkYNIho/Tjq4a4uDZHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RHwIMFrTfrY/s1600/IMG_2399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3O7JQkYNIho/Tjq4a4uDZHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RHwIMFrTfrY/s320/IMG_2399.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tC9B4RNCqvI/Tjq4cTvhVNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8Q494FmvNhg/s1600/IMG_2404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tC9B4RNCqvI/Tjq4cTvhVNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8Q494FmvNhg/s320/IMG_2404.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The bike in pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;guess which picture was taken by Brightroom?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't bad - a few good climbs to let you feel all that lactic acid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;TMI - my crotch hurt so bad I couldn't go in aero. not cool. I kept thinking to myself how nice it would feel to sit in the cold lake now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Glad i used tube socks for arm warmers. they came in VERY handy at tissues since I was sick all week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I like to wave to my adoring fans when I race.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I loved that it was a 2 loop "V" shaped course (2 x out and backs) With so many friends out there with me, I was able to see lots of familiar faces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wasn't really sure what time to set for a goal since I am not good at climbing...but i love those descents!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I thought it would be great to average in the 16-17 zone for this course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finish Time: 6:50:08 - 16.4 pace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I definitely slowed down a bit on &amp;nbsp;he second loop (17.7 according to my computer for the first)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;but hey, I'll take it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-4702631695824532309?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4702631695824532309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=4702631695824532309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4702631695824532309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4702631695824532309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/08/ironman-bike.html' title='Ironman: the Bike'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bwgZiBYQ_3s/Tjq4XS_1UpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kB0PH-NPPrM/s72-c/75636-235-024f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7063158052845086133</id><published>2011-07-27T08:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:06:33.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman: the Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Race morning.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was fabulous. the lake was calmer than we had seen it all week. the sun was up already at 4am. Something we are not used to. It made setting up in transition great -- no need to wear a head lamp to see what you are doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://susieq-bostonbrazil-bound.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susie Q&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;gave us a ride to transition which was super nice. We immediately found IronGreg's parents who were ready to cheer on all the Richmonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFIB4iGlebs/TjARVzCjcjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WREIXebJxVg/s1600/IMG_2289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFIB4iGlebs/TjARVzCjcjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WREIXebJxVg/s320/IMG_2289.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCkxQIineUY/TjAR-5qmdOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/dsocxeJ_Rjs/s1600/IMG_2276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCkxQIineUY/TjAR-5qmdOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/dsocxeJ_Rjs/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCyR2z_iNYg/TjASCGhHa0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/t-8lfQKx3_s/s1600/IMG_2286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCyR2z_iNYg/TjASCGhHa0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/t-8lfQKx3_s/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Swim&lt;br /&gt;Lynnie Lou and I walked to the swim start together. We found Tyler along the way. this was a major cluster. The walkway to the water is narrow and it's filled with over 2,400 racers and their supporters. And one random idiot on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-McbkKvDI9Yg/TjASDjy6PrI/AAAAAAAAAWM/F4tCOP_qnBE/s1600/IMG_2293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-McbkKvDI9Yg/TjASDjy6PrI/AAAAAAAAAWM/F4tCOP_qnBE/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the calm before the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the pros started 25 minutes ahead. this way they would be on the second lap before the age groupers began. This makes total sense, right?! Keeps us out of their way since this is their income after all. However, because of this you were not allowed in the water &amp;nbsp;to warm up. you could walk in up to your knees, but that's it. boo. So no warm up. We were all shaking a bit. It was a little chilly and nerves were high. I stood on the beach where i seemed to be right in the middle. not to one side, not to the front or back. Right in the middle. sure I may get hit more, but time wise this was where I needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUDkhf1cVqk/TjAXMR1uUuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LeqDFcAgWGA/s1600/IMG_2297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUDkhf1cVqk/TjAXMR1uUuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LeqDFcAgWGA/s320/IMG_2297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the pros are off!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The gun went off and everyone rushed the water! I had practiced dolphin diving but with people all up in my biz, I couldn't do that, so I just ran until i couldn't run and dove right on in. Whew - that'll wake you up! the water was a balmy 55 degrees. Luckily, I was so focused on getting my rhythm I didn't have time to be concerned about the temperature...or lack thereof. I had told myself that IMAZ was 62 and I survived that and this wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much colder, right?! anyways, I swam along thinking about Dory and Nemo, my trusty swimming imaginary friends. I got hit a few times. And I had to elbow one chick b/c she was she plain annoying. the first loop wasn't so bad. I could hear the volunteer yelling times - 42:30. That works for me! Ya know, thinking back - that may have been my fastest 1.2 time! score!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The second loop wasn't as good. Sure things thinned out, but the waves picked up some. People wore booties on their feet. I hated finding those people. If you hit their foot your hand went right across the grippies on their booties - owie. I figured when I got out of the swim my knuckles would be nice and exfoliated! As we rounded the buoys they were just as congested as the first. Almost more so. there was no swimming - you waded around and the group would pull you around. the second turn buoy was the PITS! A good size wave came as were wading around it knocking us all over the place. One man yelled out "Tsunami!!!!" we all got a good laugh and kept on swimming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did not negative split the swim, but from what I hear, no one did so that makes me feel better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goal Time - 1:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swim time - 1:28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2ooV3buPNo/TjAY4htUmDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gKgDcOdo_6U/s1600/IMG_2316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2ooV3buPNo/TjAY4htUmDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gKgDcOdo_6U/s320/IMG_2316.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0c9kUMlwug/TjAYuzThf8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/S0p3-lSDJ7Y/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0c9kUMlwug/TjAYuzThf8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/S0p3-lSDJ7Y/s320/IMG_2322.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSMrCPn2Ju4/TjAYwRa9vmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qAPKGmapFuY/s1600/IMG_2334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSMrCPn2Ju4/TjAYwRa9vmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qAPKGmapFuY/s320/IMG_2334.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNVqYa-nR1c/TjAYx9hRCkI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qvhw_CcyqZg/s1600/IMG_2357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNVqYa-nR1c/TjAYx9hRCkI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qvhw_CcyqZg/s320/IMG_2357.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEAnGuvg3S8/TjAbXJ03tYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tO9zn3T4SbU/s1600/75636-1283-018f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEAnGuvg3S8/TjAbXJ03tYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tO9zn3T4SbU/s320/75636-1283-018f.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7063158052845086133?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7063158052845086133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7063158052845086133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7063158052845086133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7063158052845086133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/07/ironman-swim.html' title='Ironman: the Swim'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFIB4iGlebs/TjARVzCjcjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WREIXebJxVg/s72-c/IMG_2289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3935944763084332766</id><published>2011-07-20T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:58:02.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman: Pre-Race</title><content type='html'>I read a fair amount of blogs. there are some really talented writers out there. I read about peoples' journeys through life and I am amazed at the talent of the writing that just sucks you in...and some posts can be rather lengthy. Made me think about my attempt at blogging. Why can't I write long posts? Probably because I don't take the time to write; I just regurgitate some quick thoughts onto my keyboard. I am always thinking of things to blog about...but then I never do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes my attempt at an Ironman recap. I may or may not make it all the way through in one post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pre-&amp;nbsp;Race&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived in Idaho on Wednesday, June 22nd. and it was h-o-t. If it weren't for the lack of humidity in the air I would have thought I was still in Virginia! We were beyond ready for lunch so we hit the town for some sammies. I had travelled in my FAVorite Skirt sports pants and my compression socks. I was so hot, that I had to roll up the pants into shorts and thus showing off my knee-high glory. At this point, Coeur d'Alene had not been taken over by athletes. It was filled with teenagers wearing bikini tops and cut off shorts...unbuttoned. and most of them should not have been wearing those outfits. Not only because of their age and sending the wrong message, but because they were not exactly petite. But I digress. As we strolled through town it was almost humorous getting looks and hearing the whispers over my outfit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we made it to our house. "Copper Top Lodge" It was fabulous. The decor was not exactly on par with the quality of the home. but it was beyond perfect for our week-long Ironman retreat. It was about a mile from Ironman Village and was at mile 2 of the run course. So roughly miles 2 and 11 on the first loop and miles 15 and 24 on the second loop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IronGreg and I were assigned to the pull out sofa in the basement. I was a little concerned about the basement &amp;nbsp;(and by the end of the week my back was over that sofa bed), but it was great. We were tucked away in the downstairs TV room, connected to the gym, and we had to pass the wine cellar/tasting room to get to our own bathroom complete with a urinal. I named this space the "insert last name Lair"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Ironman. Yes, the days drew near.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday I drove the bike course with "mi amigas", IronGreg and his coach. We passed one house that had a training tiki bar of sorts. complete with flat changing kit, bars, gus, and a port--o-jon. I mean this town really suports this race. It was so cool! the owner was out and he said they keep the goodies out in May and june for everyone to train with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3iQXDIKkvg/TibW-pVlqiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/t7liDAlzVCo/s1600/IMG_2216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3iQXDIKkvg/TibW-pVlqiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/t7liDAlzVCo/s320/IMG_2216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd16WkbdgcE/TibW_wQbu1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4UsufyJuxPk/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd16WkbdgcE/TibW_wQbu1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4UsufyJuxPk/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cszb6_8eXCY/TibXA3enFmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MTzLOvbd4lg/s1600/IMG_2220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cszb6_8eXCY/TibXA3enFmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MTzLOvbd4lg/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swam on Thursday and Friday mornings. I prefer to do this swim at the race site and at race time. so at 7am there I was freezing in my wetsuit as the wind swirled around us looking at the white caps thinking, "What have I gotten myself into?" (That wednesday heat previously mentioned was a fluke...back to the cold for this southern belle). the first swim was tough. Having been sick all week and jumping into 55 degree water really takes your breath away. Especially when you have a hard time taking a breath in the first place. I figured out that although I breath every 3-5 stokes, I needed to breach every other stroke in order to catch my breath. I was able to swim for about 30 minutes. And Friday's swim was even better since I figured this breath thing out. We practiced running in and out of the water. That sand hurt my cold feet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday we picked up our bikes from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tribiketransport.com/"&gt;Tri Bike Transport&lt;/a&gt;. In fact there were so many bikes coming from richmond, that we had our own VIP line. that's how we roll. (haha get it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my rented race wheels and IronGreg put them on Diamond. Man she looked pretty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2153Y5LRYs0/TibVxwg682I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-8mImleUJHU/s1600/IMG_2259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2153Y5LRYs0/TibVxwg682I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-8mImleUJHU/s320/IMG_2259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diamond posed with IronGreg's bike for a pre-race photo shoot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Richmond crew, well part of it, met at our house for a little ride along the run course to get our legs moving and get any kinks out of our bikes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4evBPtrAYo/TibWWtLfmxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n0NhFJOgqpk/s1600/IMG_2229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4evBPtrAYo/TibWWtLfmxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n0NhFJOgqpk/s320/IMG_2229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, after a much better swim,&amp;nbsp;we picked up our race packets and hit the store for some pre-race shopping. We spent the afternoon putting together our gear bags. People enjoyed my spreadsheets and lists of what to put in what bag. What can I say? I was a Girl Scout. I like to be prepared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was re-lax-a-tion. We finished packing our t-bags up and rode our bikes to transition to drop them and our t-bags off for the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXos-ADs8pc/TibX9Q7KsjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hGfULEogK7k/s1600/IMG_2262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXos-ADs8pc/TibX9Q7KsjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hGfULEogK7k/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNdTMX90oU0/TibX-TXqvhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UmZysNJMJJw/s1600/IMG_2266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNdTMX90oU0/TibX-TXqvhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UmZysNJMJJw/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zsd6N7sv8PE/TibX_Q6W7nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cX4K4t6CnkE/s1600/IMG_2267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zsd6N7sv8PE/TibX_Q6W7nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cX4K4t6CnkE/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1g7_QLxPUg/TibYA9JO8SI/AAAAAAAAAVk/j3HpXtqMPUU/s1600/IMG_2268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1g7_QLxPUg/TibYA9JO8SI/AAAAAAAAAVk/j3HpXtqMPUU/s320/IMG_2268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two Richmond sherpas that volunteered for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the gear bag drop off. they are awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, like previously stated. It might take me a few posts to get through this one. but hey I elaborated more and I even added pictures. self-high-five!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3935944763084332766?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3935944763084332766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3935944763084332766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3935944763084332766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3935944763084332766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/07/ironman.html' title='Ironman: Pre-Race'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3iQXDIKkvg/TibW-pVlqiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/t7liDAlzVCo/s72-c/IMG_2216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-143281432852367444</id><published>2011-07-06T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:00:15.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an IRONMAN...again</title><content type='html'>I have returned from my 12 day excursion to the Pacific Northwest where I participated in Ironman Coeur d'Alene. It was a GREAT day.&lt;br /&gt;I finished in 13:52. Not a PR but I was pleased with my time.&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg finished in 10:08. A PR for him, although not his goal time. and thus missing qualifying for Kona. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;Details to come. Trying to catch my bearings after being gone for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to catching up with my blogger friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-143281432852367444?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/143281432852367444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=143281432852367444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/143281432852367444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/143281432852367444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-ironmanagain.html' title='I am an IRONMAN...again'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-40768760770003091</id><published>2011-06-24T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:38:39.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days...</title><content type='html'>In 2 days I will be competing with 2800+ of my closest friends in Ironman CDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Our travels were eerily easy. No delays. All luggage made it. Easy drive to our rental home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;woke up to the trees swaying and the waves crashing. thunder. lightening. rain.&lt;br /&gt;luckily this didn't last too long, so we can get in an early morning swim from the beach that the race is on. Our beautiful rental home in on e water with a dock, but we thought it would be nice to actually practice at the actual race site. The water was chilly, but bearable. I had a hard time catching my breath for the first few minutes. I figured out that since I am not able to take my normal deep breaths with this cold and the inability to breathe out of my nose, i have to breathe every other stroke. We practiced some run in and outs and then called it a day. Brrr.&lt;br /&gt;We drove the bike course. The first third of the course is real scenic. only one larger climb on this section. the second third is pretty technical. Some steep descents with sharp curves. (IronGreg rode one particular descent today and wiped out but he is okay. Maybe one day he will learn that you go faster on your wheels)&lt;br /&gt;We rode our bikes on the run course. My legs felt great. Snot-o-rama! I feel bad for anyone riding around me on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;another early morning swim. Air temp around 45 this morning. A little different from those 70 degree mornings at home. This time I knew what to do to help my lungs get air. I felt good in the water. Although the waves make sighting difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Did some successful shopping in the expo. and now it's time to relax before an afternoon jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make a minor run adjustment. I typically have done run 4 minutes and walk 1 minute. With the hills, this didn't work. I learned during my 16 miler that hills and a time method don't work since I have to walk up the hills. I adjustment my plan to be run until I need to walk up a hill. Well, there aren't many hills on the run after all. So timex watch on sale at the Timex tent in Ironman Village and back to running a 4:1 for the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calf is taped up with Kinesio tape. I just need to tape up my shin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my laptop, so I am borrowing one, so Iw ill try to update again before Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-40768760770003091?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/40768760770003091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=40768760770003091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/40768760770003091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/40768760770003091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-days.html' title='2 days...'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3203675110425880362</id><published>2011-06-20T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:24:58.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>208</title><content type='html'>sunday I will be lucky number 208&lt;br /&gt;you can track me at &lt;a href="http://www.ironman.com/"&gt;www.ironman.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;using their athlete tracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;208 is an area code in Idaho. I take this as a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg is 1154.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3203675110425880362?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3203675110425880362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3203675110425880362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3203675110425880362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3203675110425880362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/06/208.html' title='208'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3433227527335124484</id><published>2011-06-20T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:58:03.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ART</title><content type='html'>I have been getting ART - Active Release Technique by Dr. Rob Green at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.activechiropractic.com/"&gt;Active Chiropractic&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;throughout my training due to my chronic compartment syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have read about me &lt;s&gt;bitching&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;whining&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;talking about this condition. It's a total PITA.&lt;br /&gt;I have been dealing with it since 2008. In 2009 I caved and had a compartment release done on my lateral fascial compartment (the outside shin muscle). It left me with a fierce scar. and that muscle will never be as strong as it once was. But I can pick up my foot again when running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout training for IMCDA, this condition reared it's ugly head. Dagger. the compartment under my soleus (which is under the gastroc) started giving me a helluva time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I decided to tray a new approach. Active Release. It's supposedly has a high success rate. I decided to give it a try. for about a month I went and saw Rob 3x/week for my &lt;s&gt;torture&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;sessions. Although my skin was left with some bruising and the muscles were tender for a day - holy cow - it really does work! I slowly worked my way down to one session a week. today was my last pre-race treatment. And we applied some Kinesio tape with instructions on how to apply pre-race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calf is loose and ready to try this running thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Rob!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3433227527335124484?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3433227527335124484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3433227527335124484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3433227527335124484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3433227527335124484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/06/art.html' title='ART'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2199362633171812242</id><published>2011-06-16T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T19:14:58.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>140.6 thoughts</title><content type='html'>In 10 days I will be competing in my second Ironman - Ironman Coeur d'Alene in CDA, Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;This day I will go for a morning swim for 2.4 miles.&lt;br /&gt;this ride around the town on my bike, Diamond, for 112 miles.&lt;br /&gt;then finish off the day by jogging 26.2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have an overall finish time goal. Odd, I know. I felt the same at kinetic. I think about the goals for each split and they total up one way or another at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, however, will be long. so long in fact that I come to you, my friends, for 140.6 thoughts to keep me going throughout the day. (Note: I cannot take credit for this grand idea)&lt;br /&gt;the last .6 miles I will be thinking about the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;So my challenge for you, is to actually comment for a change and give 140 things to ponder on June 26th.&lt;br /&gt;Before the race I will list them out...&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to reading your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2199362633171812242?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2199362633171812242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2199362633171812242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2199362633171812242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2199362633171812242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/06/1406-thoughts.html' title='140.6 thoughts'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5090680877696439783</id><published>2011-06-15T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:36:19.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Fresh and So Clean Clean</title><content type='html'>As I headed off to Belize, one of my besties introduced me to the coolest products ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lafreshgroup.com/"&gt;La Fresh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have all kinds of travel products in a wipe form!&lt;br /&gt;I have packed the Sun Screen wipes in my transition bags for Ironman. A great way to quickly apply sunscreen to my face as I head out for each leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLkmq0QDD5M/TfjRVuItpcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XUYnxeApoOk/s1600/f1080a_sunscreen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLkmq0QDD5M/TfjRVuItpcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XUYnxeApoOk/s320/f1080a_sunscreen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5090680877696439783?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5090680877696439783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5090680877696439783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5090680877696439783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5090680877696439783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-fresh-and-so-clean-clean.html' title='La Fresh and So Clean Clean'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLkmq0QDD5M/TfjRVuItpcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XUYnxeApoOk/s72-c/f1080a_sunscreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3883909387013133326</id><published>2011-06-15T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:28:44.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dory or Nemo?</title><content type='html'>This morning I had a great swim.&lt;br /&gt;the pool is hot - which can slow you down.&lt;br /&gt;the pool is shallow - which can slow you down.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;I hit a new 100 meter time - 1:30!&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I hit 1:31, but I typically am in the mid-1:30's.&lt;br /&gt;You can call me Dory or Nemo - I will let you pick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a draft post that has been hanging out since I returned from training camp over memorial day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will finish it and post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day until Diamond (my bike) leaves for CDA.&lt;br /&gt;7 days until I leave for CDA.&lt;br /&gt;11 days until IMCDA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3883909387013133326?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3883909387013133326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3883909387013133326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3883909387013133326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3883909387013133326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/06/dory-or-nemo.html' title='Dory or Nemo?'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8972508756194946305</id><published>2011-05-24T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T08:21:24.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying to LGA</title><content type='html'>This weekend we celebrated my Great-aunt-in-law's 99th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;that's right 99.&lt;br /&gt;And she is a tough old bird, too. But I that goes without saying considering she's 99.&lt;br /&gt;She lives in Geneva, Switzerland. She comes over to visit family about twice a year. and she travels here...by herself. A few months ago she got pretty sick and we were all on pins and needles. the doctors told her no more flying to the states. she told them she would take a boat. ha!&lt;br /&gt;But, she was feeling good, and so she flew. she came over for cousin Peter's high school graduation. While she was here, on May 19th - same birthday as Princess, she turned 99.&lt;br /&gt;So IronGreg and I were able to fly up north to celebrate with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the airport about 30 minutes before boarding. the computer screen at the gate looked funny to me. I stared at it for awhile before it really sank in....delayed about 30 minutes. We were scheduled to take off at 7:20.&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in the terminal I read my july book club book (even though I haven;t read June's yet). anyways, as the time nears...the departure time moves later and later. Good thing I brought all 4 Uncrustables with me. I at them all. oink. oink.&lt;br /&gt;After two hours, I find myself getting ancy - we all were. It's late. We're tired. and Delayed.&lt;br /&gt;First the man to my right starts talking to himself....out loud. Watching TV on his lap top and laughing...out loud.&lt;br /&gt;then the man behind me - his BO starts creeping over the back of his chair. Jeez, dude, the plane has recirculated air - please bathe before entering airport. Oh good God, please stop passing gas on top of your BO. you stink! literally. smelly kid in class.&lt;br /&gt;The family to my left is so sweet. a mother, daughter, and son. they eat dinner &amp;nbsp;i think how kind they are to each other. surely it's not always like this, though. respecting their mother. the kids sharing a game of some sort. then it starts. the son's hic-cups. he is sitting 2 seats away from me. out loud. hic-cupping. I continue to read as I tell myself to remain calm. hic-cup. hic-cup. hic-cup. after 10 minutes I am losing my mind. I give him "the look". and it worked. I scared the hic-cups right out of him. sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself, I am sure glad I am not:&lt;br /&gt;"but-i-had-tickets-to-the-yankees-mets-game-tonight" guy&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"i-will-not-make-my-next-flight-so-i-have-to-spend-the-night-at-the-airport" guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get all the plane and my seat partner joins me. Holy Vodka, Batman. I think this guy spent the last 2+ hours with his face buried in a bottle of alcohol. He clearly passed out during the flight. I may have gotten drunk off his fumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I make my way to LGA and meet up with IronGreg and Dennis the driver. (IronGreg was in Montana for work all week, so we met up at LGA). We get to IronGreg's parents' house at midnight. Quickly shove some meatballs in and off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning long run. Lovely park through northern Jersey. It was great seeing so many peopel take advantage of the nice weather to be active - whether it be jogging, biking, or walking. some alone. some with families. I accomplished a 2:15 run - roughly 14 miles. I was scheduled for 3 hours, but my legs were done after 2:15...and that's when I got back to the car and couldn't force myself to go back out for a short loop. I really wanted to get in 16 miles, but oh well. I am so not ready for the run at IMCDA. I a going to die out there. but i guess if I know this going into it, I will be mentally prepared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was lovely. IronGreg (who ran a speedy 18 miles in 2:15) and I laughed that the old people might out party us. and they did. it was all we could do to stay awake during the party. I was even too tired to enjoy wine. I enjoyed some nice bubbly ginger ale instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the flight home was less eventful. We had bagel sandwiches packed (IronGreg loves Bagelicious) and we got home as I finished my book and IronGreg went off for his 80 mile ride.&lt;br /&gt;and so the week begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks, 5 days until our 1st anniversary&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks, 5 days until IMCDA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8972508756194946305?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8972508756194946305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8972508756194946305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8972508756194946305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8972508756194946305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/flying-to-lga.html' title='Flying to LGA'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3349414971383573367</id><published>2011-05-18T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:50:37.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>this morning I could barely make it out of bed for a 7am swim.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to go to the 6am class, but that one was definitely out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I had an ART treatment. He walked in the room and told me I looked tired. (a compliment every girl loves to hear haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the kicker. tonight. I missed my favorite bike ride of the week.&lt;br /&gt;I finished my work day around 4, so I turned on my soap (DVR) and the next thing I know it was 2 hours later and 10 minutes until wheels down. (and, man, was my ear laying funny)&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dress. (not appropriate cycling attire.)&lt;br /&gt;and 30 minutes away from the meeting location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Peak Ironman Training. We meet again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's almost 9. time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note: planning my post-Ironman wine road trip is well underway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3349414971383573367?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3349414971383573367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3349414971383573367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3349414971383573367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3349414971383573367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5756322334188998025</id><published>2011-05-15T19:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:05:58.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinetic Half Race Report. Wow.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (Saturday) IronGreg and I participated in the Kinetic Half at Lake Anna State Park. A nice venue only about 75 minutes from home. Lots of my comrades doing IMCDA with me did this training race a well. Sine this was a training event, my coach did not have us taper for this. Instead I had a hard 2 hour ride three days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty anxious going into the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;1. I had not raced a half ironman in 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;2. last time I swam in open water I had my first "freak out"&lt;br /&gt;3. I am just starting to run outside again and it's only been for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to wake up at 3am and be in the car pulling out of the driveway by 4 am. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, IronGreg's coach got a hotel room and it had two queen beds in it, so we were able to grab the extra bed. We didn't make it up there in time for Friday night's packet pick up. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;We got to the "roach motel". I laughed that the coach must have smoked a pack of cigarettes while waiting for us. But - it was a place to lay our weary heads the night before the race which offered us one more hour of sleep. I could not be more grateful. I forgot my watch, but luckily a friend was able to bring an extra now known as the "pay it forward" watch. (more to come on that)&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race morning. I get dressed, but my oatmeal just isn't doing it for me. I get down what I can, but only eat 1/3 of it. Packet pick up line was long and I was getting anxious. I got my number and was happy to get a good spot on the rack. After claiming my territory, I got body marked and my chip.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to find my peace with the swim, and so I want to go for a pre-race warm up swim. Race starts at 7, so I figure if I get in at 6:50 I can splash around for a few minutes then get back out and not get cold waiting for my wave. I get to the beach at 6:50 as planned. and they announce for everyone to get out of the water!! what?!?!?! That wasn't in my pre-race plan.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim. I line with the red cap wave and the gun goes off. I ran into the water and quickly start swimming. I try to sprint for a minute then find my groove thing. I learned quickly that there is some velcro not covered around my neck where the wetsuit closes. This catches my hair. and not just a few strands. It felt like half my hair was being scalped every time I sighted. I would have to reach around and pull it out. but, I wasn't going to let this bother me. I had to laugh it off. Especially knowing that my dear friend who closed my wetsuit would feel absolutely awful knowing this hair pain and that just made me laugh. I did a good job at sighting, especially for me. I had to pause a few times to really see where I was going, but I stayed on course pretty darn well. Unlike the guy who was swimming diagonally and kicked me pretty hard in my chest taking my breath away. but I couldn't be mad - he was going off course and had no idea he was going to kick me. I really tried to go at a moderate pace. When I get in open water I have a tendency to slow down my stroke. I am afraid of running out of steam - it's hard without that wall to gauge my distance, so this time I really tried to give it a little more gusto.&lt;br /&gt;Goal Time: sub-40&lt;br /&gt;Split Time: 43:28 (16/19 AG)&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T1&lt;br /&gt;nothing exciting to report.&lt;br /&gt;Split Time: 2:23 (3/19 AG)&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike. this is what I have been working hard at. I got a fit a few weeks ago and have been feeling like I am finally getting my bike legs. I wanted to really work the bike, but keeping in mind I had a hard run ahead of me afterwards. the hill coming out of transition my heart was racing. I went into an easier gear to spin and get myself in line. Why do I put pressure on myself at times like this?! Getting on the road and feeling groovy. I start flip flopping with a few girls. Usually when this happens they pass me and I never see them again. This time, uh-uh. Not going to let that happen. I am going to try (pun intended). It's a lollipop course doing the lollipop part twice. Not bad - LOTS of false flats, but only a few real climbs, which aren't daunting at all with the hill training I have been doing. At one point I start to feel tired, I think to myself, "Self, it's a good thing you put a #1 nephew kiss in your pocket" About 20 miles to go and my friend, the wetsuit closer, catches me. she is a crazy good biker even though she doesn't realize it. We actually end up flip flopping a few times. I have accomplished "dropping" the girls I started with except one. We'll call her "your grey tri-suit is too thin b/c I can see your butt crack" girl. or "Grey girl" for short. for some reason I wasn't going to let this girl win. Maybe b/c she was in my AG and I really wanted a solid bike. With about 3 miles to go she is ahead and I just can't seem to catch her. drat! then we are at the dismount line together and I ran over the mat first - hooray. (although come to find out she actually beat me by 3 seconds. blast!) But I felt happy coming off the bike.&lt;br /&gt;Goal Time: sub-3 hour&lt;br /&gt;Split Time: 3:00:49 (10/19 AG). 18.6 avg. I will take that.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2.&lt;br /&gt;Again, nothing exciting in transition. I did find out another girl in my AG was doing her first HIM. I wished her luck and told her she was 2/3 of the way there.&lt;br /&gt;Split Time: 1:51 (9/19 AG)&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run. I run out of T2 and I hear my FAVorite race sound - my mom made it and is cheering. She's always so loud I just LOVE it. and she has #1 nephew with her and I hear this sweet "Auntie!" and some kisses are blown (we catch them and put them in our packets for later - I didn't know he was going to be there which makes the bike pocket kiss even sweeter in my head) the run starts uphill. My calves hate the hills. seriously?! And of course this is where all the fans are! I try to run, but damn this hurts. I get to mile 1 and I stop to stretch the calves out. ahh much better. I get on track to run 4 minutes and walk 1 minute. But I know it's a hilly run and I have to walk uphill to keep calf inflammation down...I have to keep my eye on the big prize in 5 weeks. In my head I tell myself to just hold a 10:00 pace today. That's all. I haven't been running outside and don't have the confidence to be aggressive. Everything seems to be going well. I am doing my 4:1 and holding my 10:00 pace. Awesome. IronGreg is on his 3rd loop when he passes me on my 1st. He passes with a "Good Job, Wifey". thanks, babe. Wait! what the?! His shorts are torn and he is covered in blood! oh Lord. He must have wrecked on the bike course in this misty weather. Oh no. I hope he's okay. But I have to finish my run. A lot goes through my head when running. I pass through for the 2nd loop and IronGreg is in the medic tent and his friend pokes his head out to holler at me that he's fine. Oh good. Then comes the half way point. and the cramps. oh. no. seriously?! I just put one foot in front of the other. I tell myself that the bathrooms at the finish line are SO much nicer than the port-o-potties on t he course so just take my time and think of indoor plumbing. unfortunately my stomach was not listening. port-o-potty won. i was racking my brain while running why this was happening and what can I do to make it stop? I realize I put enough calories for a 4 hour ride on the bike (in case something happened and I was out there longer than expected) and I had almost all of them!!! and they were offering HEED on the course which I don't like. maybe i should stop drinking it - duh! So from now on water and flat coke. Unfortunately, by this time my stomach is a wreck and my 10:00 pace is shot. I just have to finish. and I did.&lt;br /&gt;Goal Time: 2:10&lt;br /&gt;Split Time: 2:20:35 (16/19 AG)&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Goal Time: sub-6:30 (6:34 is/was current PR)&lt;br /&gt;Overall Finish Time: 6:09:03 (12/19 AG)&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't hit my swim goal or my run goal. But dammit I just got a 25 MINUTE PR!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before I go any further, you may be wondering, "What's all this 'wow' about?" Well, I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;As we were heading out on the bike there was some traffic stopped. I turned left and there was an SUV at the intersection. I look over with a smile and I see a little girl, filled with joy, staring out of the window. In the instant that I saw her, her eyes were filled with amazement. Filled with life. she was saying the word "WOW". I was thinking to myself that she has no idea the motivation she just gave me. I said a little prayer, as I often do when racing, asking God that she may one day be blessed by someone giving her the motivation she may need just like she gave me. It was just such a neat moment.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;1. LOTS of PR's. Strong races out there by all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. IronGreg is alright. He is pretty banged up. but still finished with a respectable time...and a PR. His entire right side is a mess. and his bike is covered in blood. We don't think it is too banged up, but it goes in the shop tomorrow for a good check up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jill S surprised me out on the run course with her cowbell when I was struggling and that was so nice to know that I would see her again.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love my girls - we smile when we race and cheer each other on.&lt;br /&gt;5. I know I say it a lot, but I also think it during events, we are so fortunate that we are able to do this.&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to give a shout out to my girls that raced Rev 3 Half today. You all did so great. You make me proud.&lt;br /&gt;7. Last but not least. My mom is awesome. She just happened to be coming in town for another event and drove additional time that day with a 2.5 yr. old to cheer me on. she said she was happy she was there to see me do a personal best. (and #1 nephew was happy to eat all the crackers and oreos - even woke up this morning asking Grandma if he could go see Auntie race today and get more cookies) how awesome is that.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5756322334188998025?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5756322334188998025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5756322334188998025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5756322334188998025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5756322334188998025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/kinetic-half-race-report-wow.html' title='Kinetic Half Race Report. Wow.'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8136518902293755085</id><published>2011-05-13T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:06:28.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial</title><content type='html'>IronGreg and I (and lots of my training friends) are doing a half ironman tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started packing yet.&lt;br /&gt;Denial?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;I did swim in the lake and drive the bike course this morning. I also got lost driving the bike course. And then it rained. Am I ready for this?! I haven't done a HIM in almost 2 years. I feel so...removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to precisely count all my calories. Now I just dump calories into a bottle and fill it with water, grab a bag of Gu chomps and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pack a week at least ahead of time. I have my tri kit pulled out. and my bike shoes and helmet are nearby. But that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either a.) could I be getting used to distance?&lt;br /&gt;or b.) just in complete denial that I am about to go long and hard when nutrition and endurance really matter?&lt;br /&gt;you chose b.) Denial?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev3 is also going on this weekend. I wish lots of luck to my girls heading to TN for that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of neat that after this is Ironman. and then I would have done the 4 distances in 3 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8136518902293755085?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8136518902293755085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8136518902293755085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8136518902293755085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8136518902293755085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/denial.html' title='Denial'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-561707742001726871</id><published>2011-05-10T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:04:03.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist</title><content type='html'>As I training for the marathon of Ironman on the elliptical and treadmill I am spending some quality time with my pink iPod shuffle. I bought this from Target the NIGHT before I flew out to San Fran for my first marathon (nike Women's in 07). I couldn't get my iPod to work and the idea of running a marathon without tunes seemed so daunting. Best spur buy ever.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I definitely need to update the playlist. So as I jam out in my car to Black and Yellow and other current ditties that will never go down in history, I find myself creating an IRONMAN CDA playlist.&lt;br /&gt;tonight. I am taking on that task. well at least starting it.&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your FAVEorite workout tunes??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-561707742001726871?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/561707742001726871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=561707742001726871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/561707742001726871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/561707742001726871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/playlist.html' title='Playlist'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3055646818593420014</id><published>2011-05-10T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:00:17.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jillian</title><content type='html'>This morning I had a session with my new personal trainer, Jillian. No that is not her real name, but I am a fan of the Biggest Loser (although I wish they went b body fat % loss and not weight loss). Anyways, that's for another post. &lt;br /&gt;Back to Jillian.&lt;br /&gt;this morning I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;I had a long workout Saturday. Another long day on Sunday. And some kick ass bike intervals on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep well last night I think partly due to restless legs from them being worked so hard. Luckily, this morning we worked on core...or my lack thereof. Afterwards instead of stretching she taught me the easiest thing to do to flush out your legs.&lt;br /&gt;If I were good at quickly uploading pictures I would give you a photo step=by-step directions.&lt;br /&gt;1. lay on your back in front of a wall.&lt;br /&gt;2. swing your legs up so the backs of your legs are on the wall - your butt should be on the floor up against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;3. just relax.&lt;br /&gt;yup. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;there are some additions you can do to stretch your glutes, hammies, and hip flexors...but I think those would require photos to explain.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, jillian, for teaching me how to flush out my weary legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, I think I am ready to start picking out outfits for my post-Ironman wine tour. I wonder what the weather will be like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3055646818593420014?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3055646818593420014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3055646818593420014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3055646818593420014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3055646818593420014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/jillian.html' title='Jillian'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7500477299379415177</id><published>2011-05-09T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:36:06.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend's theme song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/jEy6MGu3bIA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEy6MGu3bIA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEy6MGu3bIA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Saturday, it was just me and "Miso" riding together. So we decided this was our theme song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7500477299379415177?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7500477299379415177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7500477299379415177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7500477299379415177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7500477299379415177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekends-theme-song.html' title='Weekend&apos;s theme song'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2492930824791276665</id><published>2011-05-08T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:29:37.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>This weekend I rode 100 miles with one of my dear training partners. Well she is more than a training partner, but we were training together when we had an interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 we both did our first Ironman - she did FL and I did AZ.&lt;br /&gt;this year we are both doing our second - CDA.&lt;br /&gt;But this year doesn't seem to have the same spirit. Has training for an IM lost it's charm?&lt;br /&gt;It's such an intense time in our lives no matter how many times we do it.&lt;br /&gt;Our workouts are no longer filled with "firsts".&lt;br /&gt;We have gotten then hang of how to pack for a long ride.&lt;br /&gt;At IMAZ I had am amazing sense of pride at the finish line. I can only hope that I do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if my anxiety with training this time around has taken out some excitement. But should that really matter?!&lt;br /&gt;I am not a strong open water swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;My bike isn't where I want it to be. I had some problems with the bike up until a few weeks again and I just don't feel as "fit" as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;My run is well my run. I have had more leg problems this year than in 2009 when I was also recovery from invasive surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;I rode 100 miles yesterday with an amazing woman.&lt;br /&gt;And I even ran (well run/walk) for 30 minutes afterwards. that's HUGE&lt;br /&gt;and today...I "ran" for 2:45.&lt;br /&gt;1:15 in the pool, 0:45 on the elliptical, and finished with run/walking 45 minutes on the treadmill!!!&lt;br /&gt;that's right. I ran. two days in a row! I haven't done that in months.&lt;br /&gt;So while my workouts aren't filled with the same challenges as the first - the excitement of being challeneged with a new distance at almost every workout, this year I am challenged with my mind. Overcoming the challenges on the bike. Overcoming my injury on the run. and dammit overcoming my open water swim ability.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this Ironman is just as exciting in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of injury, I would like to take a moment to thank my team of experts...who you will hear about more and more.&lt;br /&gt;Karen Holloway - my head coach. she won IM Canada. such a badass. and she lets me whine (calls me whineypants). she is patient with my frustrations and my injury when it comes to constantly twekaing my training plan along with my stubburn-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Rusty and Camille - aka Bob and Jillian. my personal trainers working to make my arms and abs look tough. ironman is all about a strong core after all.&lt;br /&gt;Liz and Tina - the nutritionists that are helping me and my sensitive stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Rob Green - my chiropractor doing &lt;s&gt;magic&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Active Release Technique (ART) on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;Laure - my super open water swim teacher.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg. I love you oodles of noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all my friends out there.&lt;br /&gt;To my mom, who raised me and my siblings by herself after our dad passed away. and I think we turned out alright, too. Hats off to you. God picks special people to show such strength.&lt;br /&gt;To my sister, don't tell her this but she is an awesome mom. I have learned SO much watching her raise to her amazing boys.&lt;br /&gt;to my mother-in-law, you raised one heck of a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;to my Grandmothers, your love leaves me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;to my friends, you are such amazing women. I've seen you conquer the challenges that life has brought to you. and you have succeeded and overcome with such grace. you are the women that should be on the cover of magazines. you are the women people should look up to.&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that one day God blesses me with child(ren) that would allow to stand beside you on this day and that I can be half the mother that you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2492930824791276665?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2492930824791276665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2492930824791276665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2492930824791276665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2492930824791276665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2704140021435145841</id><published>2011-05-04T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:50:25.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Trick for Endurance Training</title><content type='html'>During my training for IMAZ I got sick...a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Once a month I found myself on my ass. coughing. Running nose. the works. Always a 24 hour lay-you-out-flat bug.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IronGreg was always on my case that I wasn't taking in enough vitamins. Maybe he was right. But don't tell him that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the weeks leading up to IMAZ I took an Airborne every day. It was glorious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I know my body doesn't like being treated this way. So I am taking a multi-vitamin every day, along with calcium, and my thyroid medicine. you would think I was 80. The calcium pills from my doc are horse pills! and I am supposed to take 2 pills 3x/day!!! That doesn't always happen, but at least I take some, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, I am also drinking either an Airborne and an Emergen-C with dinner a few times a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there you have it - my secret health trick for endurance training...multi vitamins and Airborne/emergen-c.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healthy Training to you!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2704140021435145841?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2704140021435145841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2704140021435145841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2704140021435145841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2704140021435145841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/secret-trick-for-endurance-training.html' title='Secret Trick for Endurance Training'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-543606407574179629</id><published>2011-05-02T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:02:22.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else find themselves writing a blog post in their head during a workout?&lt;br /&gt;I do it All. the. Time.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I rarely actually post those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking...&lt;br /&gt;my bike is not where I would like for it to be this close to IMCDA.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I rode 80 miles on the BRP (Blue Ridge Parkway) last weekend with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely one of the slower ones out there, but this was also a BIG jump in time/distance for me. I almost doubled my saddle time on a hard route.&lt;br /&gt;I felt good the first 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;The 5th hour was tough.&lt;br /&gt;The 6th hour was pure hell.&lt;br /&gt;I actually stopped 3 times hyperventilating. It was the most bizarre thing! the negative thoughts were overwelming. I was by myself at this point and was having thoughts that any crazy mountain guy could snatch me up and no one would know. I didn't even have a cell phone on me. I thought about asking for a ride up to my car. But I would have to ask a family b/c if not then I could be asking the crazy man to kidnap me.&lt;br /&gt;you can imagine my other thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Where do these come from? Obviously watching too much Lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode this past weekend with my girls. We rode a moderate 59 miles and it was amazing. i finally felt like i was/am getting my bike legs back. I have a century this coming weekend so we shall see if they hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming...&lt;br /&gt;I read an article recently that in a pool you should have a low turnover stroke rate for speed and in open water you need a high stroke count for speed - you lose time during that glide.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm maybe this is why I am decent in a pool and SO BAD in open water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't run in a week and am feeling good. My ART treatments seem to be going well. I am hitting the elliptical tonight. wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-543606407574179629?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/543606407574179629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=543606407574179629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/543606407574179629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/543606407574179629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/biking.html' title='Biking'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3213399506413834009</id><published>2011-04-14T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:21:20.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weather Request</title><content type='html'>Dear Mother Nature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be kind this weekend. There are a bunch of people racing on Saturday and Sunday. Racing in the rain can cause terrible accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time and consideration in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Fave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOOO tired of being cold. Bring on summer, pretty please!&lt;br /&gt;note - remind me I said this when I start complaining about the 100+ degree temps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3213399506413834009?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3213399506413834009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3213399506413834009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3213399506413834009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3213399506413834009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/04/weather-request.html' title='A Weather Request'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2597588321249123951</id><published>2011-04-07T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:07:27.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials and Tribulations</title><content type='html'>My last two posts have been positive...a great PR and a podium finish.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have some other things on my mind that are not so positive.&lt;br /&gt;1. bike.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on, but I am have a hard time on the bike. So bad that I don't want to ride with anyone anymore. I am having a hard time engaging my hamstrings and am quickly blowing out my quads. In turn, riding a lot slower than I am comfortable with. I am beyond frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I've had lots of thoughts here. My coach, PK, and I were discussing that simply my bike, Diamond, top tube is too long. However, I cannot just go out and buy a new bike.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bike fit by a Physical therapist and cyclist when I first got Diamond in 2008. I have since started using a new bike mechanic who is a former cyclist on the pro circuit. So last year I decided I should get a new bike fit to see what he thinks. I am starting to think this was a mistake. He made some adjustments and said I would get slower for awhile before adjusting muscle groups and then would be faster. Yeah, that's not happening. Am I just looking for an excuse (and someone to blame), or could this really have messed me up on the bike?&lt;br /&gt;Ia m not sure, so tomorrow (Friday) I am getting yet another bike fit. This time by IronGreg's bike fit guy. He has this certification and that certification and blah blah blah. All I know is that when I get on the bike after the fit I better be lightening faster! and able to engage my hamstrings without blowing out my quads.&lt;br /&gt;Another issue ont he bike is that having my heel down puts strain on the right shin that has been having problems this year. PK and I discussed riding with heel up. While not ideal, there are pros that ride that way. But this also makes it harder o engage the hamstring. With so many hills to climb at IMCDA &amp;nbsp;and knowing that after 112 miles of that I have to run a marathon, I would like to use that hamstring as much as possible on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have any tricks on the bike??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Carbs&lt;br /&gt;I am back to having stomach problems. I blame carbs.&lt;br /&gt;I am able to handle cereal without a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Pasta, Bread, Rice = uncomfortable bloating&lt;br /&gt;Chickpeas = tongue allergy&lt;br /&gt;Not having carbs in an endurance diet an cause muscle fatigue, so I need them. But I don't know what I can eat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are your FAVorite carbs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2597588321249123951?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2597588321249123951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2597588321249123951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2597588321249123951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2597588321249123951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/04/trials-and-tribulations.html' title='Trials and Tribulations'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-414862006104697830</id><published>2011-04-04T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:55:08.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Podium Finish</title><content type='html'>Saturday I raced my first triathlon of the season, the Smithfield Sprint.&lt;br /&gt;A brief synopsis...&lt;br /&gt;woke up lat, missed the caravan, but found them on the road and made it there in time.&lt;br /&gt;awesome girls on the bike rack with me.&lt;br /&gt;one was a first-timer. I set up her trainsition area for her...race karma for me!&lt;br /&gt;the weather was cold and crazy windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swim...&lt;br /&gt;300 meter pool swim, snake style.&lt;br /&gt;water was murky. I swan michael phelps style, with water in one goggle.&lt;br /&gt;finished in 5:48-ish. not my fastest 300m race time by about 20 seconds. but i came out of the water 2/10 in AG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bike...&lt;br /&gt;couldn't get my arm warmers around my wrist in T1. then went to get on bike and realized I still had my "Kool Kovers" on my clips. After dropping an f-bomb and apologizing for doing so the volunteer at the mount line took them for me. and this is why we do that first race.&lt;br /&gt;10 mile bike.&lt;br /&gt;crazy head wind for the first 7 miles.&lt;br /&gt;was hitting like 16mph. ew.&lt;br /&gt;last 3 miles, crazy tail wind and was hitting 24 mph. oh yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;overall pace 17.5 - ew. ew. ew.&lt;br /&gt;but managed to finish 3/10 AG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run...&lt;br /&gt;never used those arm warners on the bike I took so much time to put on my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;first brick on 10 months. yowsers.&lt;br /&gt;got a sidestitch right off the bat and had a hard time getting my heart rate under control.&lt;br /&gt;5k run.&lt;br /&gt;finished in 27 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;8:50 pace.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that considering my run training. 4/10 AG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish...&lt;br /&gt;3/10 AG baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;podium finish!!!!&lt;br /&gt;race karma sent my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and congrats to IronGreg for finishing 1st in his AG, 10th OA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dCEbCtJGLc/TZpMQPrnLNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fSdBslwqa3k/s1600/IMG00016-20110402-1347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dCEbCtJGLc/TZpMQPrnLNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fSdBslwqa3k/s320/IMG00016-20110402-1347.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-414862006104697830?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/414862006104697830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=414862006104697830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/414862006104697830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/414862006104697830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/04/podium-finish.html' title='Podium Finish'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dCEbCtJGLc/TZpMQPrnLNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fSdBslwqa3k/s72-c/IMG00016-20110402-1347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3687345694233953301</id><published>2011-03-23T10:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:09:37.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sham-ROCK-in Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>I did it! I did the shamrock Half Marathon in Virginia Beach on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't sit on the sidelines. Although I have been "banned" from running outside and have the last two weeks aqua jogging behind water aerobics (those instructors sure are crotchety), I was able to squeak out 13.1 miles on the road.&lt;br /&gt;My longest road run was 12 miles. and it wasn't pretty - hence the aqua jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rewind a minute for those who may not know me.&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 I trained for this race. I trained hard.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to finish sub-2 hours. I wanted it bad.&lt;br /&gt;I was running along feeling great when it hit. That awful feeling you really don't want at a race. Stomach cramps.&lt;br /&gt;At mile 10 I had to hit the trusty ole nasty-ass Port-o-jon.&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a runner...avoid these traveling potties at races. To say they are raunchy would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I finish that race in 2:04:06. A time that has stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did one stand alone half marathon last yea,r but it was a fun run, not for time. I couldn't even tell you what my time was. it was at disney. you stop and wait in line and take pictures and simply have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to sunday. this was my 2nd attempt at breaking 2 hours. training was not up to par due to this chronic injury so I wasn't sure what to expect. I usually run 4 minutes/walk 1 minute. but i decided to run to each water stop then walk 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;for the first 6-7 miles I was feeling good. hitting around 8:30-8:40 at the mile markers.&lt;br /&gt;then at mile 7 hit the head wind. fatigue started setting in.&lt;br /&gt;at mile 10 I was done.&lt;br /&gt;at mile 12 I was ready to stop. I took a couple extra walk breaks here.&lt;br /&gt;then came the boardwalk. that final half mile.&lt;br /&gt;official finishing time......&lt;br /&gt;1:58:38&lt;br /&gt;I did it! I broke two hours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were MANY PRs all around.&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg did the full marathon and finished in 3:10 qualifying him for Boston! Way to go, babe! I'm proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: don't take the sandwich bag a gu chomps you found in the pantry from last season for a running race. they are un-chewable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such an Sham-ROCK-ing weekend for everyone! high five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3687345694233953301?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3687345694233953301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3687345694233953301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3687345694233953301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3687345694233953301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/sham-rock-in-half-marathon.html' title='Sham-ROCK-in Half Marathon'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8331585286191851155</id><published>2011-03-17T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:07:48.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Training</title><content type='html'>Saturday I was scheduled an EASY 75 minute run. I love when I see that "e" word on my schedule. Unfortunately, due to the shin issue, I spent 90 minutes pool running. It went by fast than I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;I used a friends adice and clipped my iPod shuffle to the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;The pool was quite the place to be on a saturday morning. but i was able to run along the lane line behind the water aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got off the trainer and hit the road Sunday for a 3 hour tour. Damn, I got my butt kicked. I used to be pretty good at hills, I was the last one up every single hill. With IMCDA in 3.5 months...guess I will be doing. hill repeats. oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that brings us to this weekend. shamrock.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sit on the sidelines and wonder what if.&lt;br /&gt;Sure it may hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I may not PR.&lt;br /&gt;BUt I can't just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting on my new shoes, btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8331585286191851155?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8331585286191851155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8331585286191851155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8331585286191851155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8331585286191851155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-training.html' title='Weekend Training'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-92245304508614553</id><published>2011-03-10T12:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:53:09.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazelle Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love my Asics DS trainer 14’s. but they came out in 2009. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(the 15 in 2010 and now they are on the 16 in 2011).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well model 16 gave me this blasted injury. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I was on a mission to find some 14’s. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;being that they are the model from 2 years ago you can imagine my search. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I found them!!!!!!!!!!! At a retailer, gazelle sports, in Michigan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And they have them in green, not the pink i have had, so they match my kit as an added bonus!!!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had the pink when I wore pink, and now I wear green, and found them in green! (hey, like i told my ortho surgeon, I am not getting on the podium, so I may as well look good)&lt;br /&gt;you can look at image to the right ------&amp;gt; and I am wearing the pink ones during IMAZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I bought the last 3 pairs in their inventory!!!!! (clearance price AND free shipping, too!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;$209.00 for 3 pairs of glorious sneakers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yX_wEalQwvQ/TXkPybUTf4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fgmFu-wny5U/s1600/green+asics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yX_wEalQwvQ/TXkPybUTf4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fgmFu-wny5U/s320/green+asics.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-92245304508614553?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/92245304508614553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=92245304508614553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/92245304508614553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/92245304508614553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/gazelle-sports.html' title='Gazelle Sports'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yX_wEalQwvQ/TXkPybUTf4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fgmFu-wny5U/s72-c/green+asics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8331560990529378926</id><published>2011-03-10T08:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:52:51.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Aqua Jogging Begin</title><content type='html'>My shin pain is either serious shin splints...or a stress fracture. the road to recovery is the same at this point, so I am not going to drive all over town getting a MRI or Bone Scan done. I mean does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So PK and I talked briefly this morning about how to adjust the training plan...&lt;br /&gt;Running.&lt;br /&gt;Friday's run starts session one of aqua jogging. I did this a LOT after surgery when I had a few months before IMAZ, so now I am doing it a few months before IMCDA. Hmm...I smell a trend. A trend that I would like to stop, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking.&lt;br /&gt;One intensity ride during the week and one long ride on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Call me Nemo. Or Dory. Swimming. Swimming. Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have enough bathing suits between 3 swims a week and however many aqua jogs a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength.&lt;br /&gt;I had my session with "Jillian" this morning. I will still meet with him 2x/week. We are going to focus on abs/core, arms, and back. minimal legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when walking up and down stairs becomes 100% pain free. Today isn't nearly as bad as Wednesday. Track on Tuesday really killed me. Blasted track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone training for CDA should be on my plan. that makes it fair, right?!&lt;br /&gt;I definitely spent yesterday moping around the house having a pity party. IronGreg gave me one day to feel sorry for myself and find the mindset of a new training plan. It sucks watching so many people just train their hearts away with mild normal aches and pains but no injuries and than I haven't been injury free since 2007!!!! I mean come on now. I think I am due here. I eat right. I stretch. I take care of myself. but to no avail. I'm stubborn. I don't accept being told I can't do something. That makes me want it more...and throw fits along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to that Shamrock question from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;PK says no.&lt;br /&gt;I say yes. I mean this could be a stress fracture already so what's the harm in one day of running outside! I have two triathlons in April that are training races for IMCDA. I will have to run outside for those, too. At this point...F-it. I will aqua jog to my heart's content. and Run outside for races. Sure it will hurt. and sure my times will suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;(IronGreg's reminder last night...when he gave me flowers to cheer me up. aw.)&lt;br /&gt;I quit smoking and trained for a 10k. (in 2005)&lt;br /&gt;I trained for my first marathon (in San Francisco) 100% on the elliptical due to knee injury.&lt;br /&gt;I trained for triathlons with stitches in my foot (granted that prolonged the healing process. oops.)&lt;br /&gt;I trained for my first ironman aqua jogging and on the elliptical. from intense surgery (fasciotomy) to ironman in 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to quit now.&lt;br /&gt;I may be stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a quitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8331560990529378926?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8331560990529378926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8331560990529378926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8331560990529378926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8331560990529378926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-aqua-jogging-begin.html' title='Let the Aqua Jogging Begin'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3354622003765448166</id><published>2011-03-09T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:57:36.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to Shamrock? or not to shamrock? that is the question.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago my soleus and calf muscle in my bad leg were tight. some knots. PK dug into them over coffee. Because doesn't everyone want their coach to dig into their muscles at Starbucks? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I ran 12.2 miles. My shin hurt, but not where the usual surgery pain is. no pain, no gain, right. I am an Ironman after all.&lt;br /&gt;sunday I hit the elliptical for a fast 45. Holy shin bone.&lt;br /&gt;Ice. Ice. Ice.&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall asleep in my ice pack. I un-velcro it sometime in the middle of the night when it actually eels heavy from being thawed out.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Tuesday and I have track. I rarely do track because hill repeats inflame the bad shin muscle, as does running stadium stairs. If we are on the track, I typically do every other speed drill so the added recovery keeps the inflammation at bay.&lt;br /&gt;Last night's main set was 4 x 800 descending. PK told me to start at a 2:15/400 pace. Okay that works.&lt;br /&gt;I hit: 4:13, 4:00, 3:43, 3:42.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see there was minimal difference in the last two. Each time as I started it was like winding up my shin muscle to work for me. The last 200 it hurt so bad I went down to a jog.&lt;br /&gt;I had to sit out of the timed 100 at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Why does speed work injur me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;This morning my leg pain is now to the point where I am ready to cut the damn thing off and ask McSteamy and Callie to give me a new one. A few tears shed at the idea of being injured...again. I just can't be no injured. It's so frustrating I just want to SCREAAAAAAAAMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;Some words PK and fellow trainee and PT, Meredith threw out on the pool deck this morning...&lt;br /&gt;- no shamrock half marathon&lt;br /&gt;- shin splits?&lt;br /&gt;- stress fracture?&lt;br /&gt;not the way a girl training for an Ironman wants to start her day.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get in an appointment with PT Meredith this afternoon. We did some ultrasound on it and some icing. Hopefully this will help alleviate some of the aggrevation going on in there.&lt;br /&gt;We are going on the theory that this is a serious case of shin splints. No impact for awhile. i'll take tonight off the bike. Try it on sunday (scheduled for a 2:45 ride). and back to aqua jogging I go. no roads. no elliptical.&lt;br /&gt;If this keeps a stress fracture away, then I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;Is it ideal? no. But hey, when do I like to do anything the easy way?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be wondering, what the hell did I do to get these anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll tell you. Because I know EXACTLY what has caused this crap. (bitter? yes i am)&lt;br /&gt;I wear Asics DS Trainer. I love them. I've been wearing model 14 for two years now. I loved them so much I bought about 500 pairs. Well, I am down to my last pair. So, I bought the new version, 16, since they have a new model. Like cars, shoes get redesigned every year to supposedly make them better. BULL. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;I want the 14 back!!!! Screw you Asics. Look what you have caused me!! (again, bitter? yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Shamrock? or not to shamrock? that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note. I have friends who also blog. they are so enjoyable to read. their words flow. Verbiage is well used. Topics are usually interesting.&lt;br /&gt;then I re-read my posts. I am all over the place.. and most of the time I don't care if there are mis-spellings or lower case instead of capitals. I type fast. I don't type well. but it's me. It's my typing character. And the train of thought..well that's how my mind works.&lt;br /&gt;So I may not be as fluid as the skilled writer, but thanks for reading anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;br /&gt;fave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3354622003765448166?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3354622003765448166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3354622003765448166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3354622003765448166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3354622003765448166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/running-blues.html' title='to Shamrock? or not to shamrock? that is the question.'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5335538605907774557</id><published>2011-03-07T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:26:20.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melted Heart</title><content type='html'>My two nephews have taken over this heart of mine. I was once talking with my sister about how it's amazing the love that you are filled with before they are even born. she told me to just wait until I have my own - I can't even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TD is getting so big. He's almost 3 now and he is just the funniest guy. Friday I met them for lunch and when I walked in he spotted and was just waving and saying "Auntie! Auntie! we're over here!" Before I could get there his arms were wide open and he was making the "big hug" noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I received a picture letter from TD's new baby brother, BB, asking me to be his Godmother. How special am I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best best nephews any Auntie could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;they are constantly melting my heart with their love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5335538605907774557?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5335538605907774557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5335538605907774557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5335538605907774557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5335538605907774557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/melted-heart.html' title='Melted Heart'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7045237969856985339</id><published>2011-03-05T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:36:04.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>running frustrates me. i try so hard. yet i don't seem to be making any progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7045237969856985339?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7045237969856985339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7045237969856985339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7045237969856985339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7045237969856985339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3367861317404733418</id><published>2011-03-01T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:38:11.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>building mileage</title><content type='html'>It's hard building mileage with this injury. but, thanks to ProK slowly but surely I am putting the miles in the bank. this weekend I rode a hard 3 hours on the trainer - thanks to Coach Troy and the IM moo video.&lt;br /&gt;then on Sunday I ran 10 miles!!!&lt;br /&gt;My run started out a little different. Instead of eating oatmeal, I ate greek yogurt, black berries, and a honey stinger. My stomach felt a little funny, but not bad so off I went.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of running 4 minutes and walking 1 minute, we mixed it up. Started with the 1 minute walk and then a 7 minute run. it's so funny how you get so used to certain intervals. those 7 minutes felt like forever!&lt;br /&gt;I took in a new Honey Stinger gu at every other walk break, so every 16 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Around 30 minutes I realized that something was not right...&lt;br /&gt;the new breakfast? who knows i changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;the new gu? who knows it could have been the yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;geez what did I do! i have to take some extra walk breaks to compose myself. As I passed friends houses, starbucks, and the like I thought about talking a potty stop, but I just couldn't bear to do it. So I trucked on.&lt;br /&gt;As i ran onto my street there was no cool down.&lt;br /&gt;time as bad either, especially considering the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I finally got to 10 miles. a decent amount of post run inflammation, so icing and the elliptical it is. I also get a massage on thursday so TP can work on my calf muscles. ooh that's gonna hurt! but it will feel s good at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 weeks I am doing Shamrock Half Marathon. I cannot wait to get down there with mi amigas and training friends. Miso and Lou and I are sharing a house. Good times. good times. Poor IronGreg is doing the full marathon...and he has to put up with us three before it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: go back to oatmeal before long runs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3367861317404733418?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3367861317404733418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3367861317404733418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3367861317404733418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3367861317404733418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/building-mileage.html' title='building mileage'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8531898100181283643</id><published>2011-02-22T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:35:19.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 sets of 10</title><content type='html'>I met with "Jillian" this morning. It was my own personal last chance workout.&lt;br /&gt;It was 40 minutes of non-stop iron pumping.&lt;br /&gt;I think my arms are still shaking.&lt;br /&gt;8 days until my next weigh-in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8531898100181283643?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8531898100181283643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8531898100181283643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8531898100181283643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8531898100181283643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-sets-of-10.html' title='3 sets of 10'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5394573642759782339</id><published>2011-02-21T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:54:31.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pot roast</title><content type='html'>i sure do love baking. but something about eating healthy, i am banned from baking.&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg and I are both training for IMCDA. so our evening time has become limited. and by the time we eat, we are too tired to cook. so i have been collecting recipes of the past few months of quick, easy, and healthy recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Betty Crocker. this is my secret....&lt;br /&gt;www.bettycrocker.com&lt;br /&gt;keyword: healthified&lt;br /&gt;I find TONS of recipes here.&lt;br /&gt;well i recently ran across a slow cooker recipe on there, that was so easy. and i made it even easier.&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes/slow-cooker-caramelized-onion-pot-roast/086fd6a9-feea-459d-babe-d27449eb9d78"&gt;Carmelized Onion Pot Roast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to do any real prep - just throw it all in the slow cooker and put it on low: 8-10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;and don't worry about measuring. it works.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5394573642759782339?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5394573642759782339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5394573642759782339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5394573642759782339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5394573642759782339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/pot-roast.html' title='pot roast'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3126687835330047610</id><published>2011-02-21T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:47:13.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>running</title><content type='html'>i am running outside again.&lt;br /&gt;this time i am using the Galloway method...at least my version of it.&lt;br /&gt;After the surgery I had to use a run/walk method as I entered the world of working out again.&lt;br /&gt;My body seemed to like this method and it's stuck. It worked for me during IMAZ, so I am continuing it. It does make it hard to run with friends which stinks, but I am learning to run by myself and enjoy it...although if it weren't for IronGreg I would be totally lazy. thank you, IronGreg. but don't tell him I said that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am building up my time slower than my team mates b/c of this blasted chronic injury.&lt;br /&gt;but I am also freaking out that I will not be ready for the race.&lt;br /&gt;so this past weekend I was scheduled to run for 75 minutes. others were scheduled for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;so instead I ran for 90 minutes. and DAMMIT my leg is all shades of painful. why can't I just run?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;and my pace was slower than normal, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am pouting. i know we are supposed to have bad days. but i don't want any.&lt;br /&gt;go away slow legs. run faster! and pain free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3126687835330047610?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3126687835330047610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3126687835330047610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3126687835330047610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3126687835330047610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/running.html' title='running'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-81894934169363703</id><published>2011-02-21T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:42:08.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dieting really sucks</title><content type='html'>i met my husband four years and 10 pounds ago.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. fat and happy.&lt;br /&gt;however, this year my pants don't fit! i actually had to get a pair re-lined b/c i busted the lining so badly it was beyond repair. i picked them up. put them on. and yes, the thighs were so snug that if i attempted to sit down, i would split them all over over.&lt;br /&gt;so long FAVorite pair of black slacks. it's been a good few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironman training is in full swing. IMCDA is four months away.&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg and I disagree on what I should be fueling my body with on a regular basis, so i started working with a nutritionist.&lt;br /&gt;I also am not good in the weight room. i get intimidated easily. (you can laugh at me, but that's how I feel). so we decided to get me a personal trainer. although it's a guy...a straight one, i like to call him Jillian.&lt;br /&gt;beginning of february was weigh-in and fat test #1.&lt;br /&gt;they were done by each person using different methods on back-to-back days. and they both came out the same. &lt;br /&gt;not bad. but not where I need to be.&lt;br /&gt;so the goal is to lose 5% body fat (and 8lbs) in one month. they both swear it can be done.&lt;br /&gt;my next weigh-in is in one week. as of this morning i have gained 1lb. this is not looking so good.&lt;br /&gt;I now have 9 days to lose 9lbs and 5% body fat.&lt;br /&gt;And IronGreg is not letting me have my greek yogurt dessert tonight. butthead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to quote the movie "Never Been Kissed" starring Drew Barrymore.&lt;br /&gt;"that's it. only water and ex-lax 'til the prom."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-81894934169363703?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/81894934169363703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=81894934169363703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/81894934169363703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/81894934169363703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/dieting-really-sucks.html' title='dieting really sucks'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2070804629317739765</id><published>2011-02-21T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:27:49.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trying this again</title><content type='html'>where have I been hiding?&lt;br /&gt;behind a broken computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep typing blog posts, but for some reason i am not able to actually post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well two weeks ago, i got a virus.&lt;br /&gt;it was a stressful week.&lt;br /&gt;but i did end up with a fancy new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am. back to blog world. i am going to try this again.&lt;br /&gt;and before i type too much...let's see if i can actually post now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2070804629317739765?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2070804629317739765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2070804629317739765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2070804629317739765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2070804629317739765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/trying-this-again.html' title='trying this again'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3611630483168293120</id><published>2011-01-14T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:40:09.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Year. A new Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3611630483168293120?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3611630483168293120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3611630483168293120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3611630483168293120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3611630483168293120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-blog.html' title='A new Year. A new Blog'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-1238165946840731882</id><published>2010-11-13T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:21:54.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HCA 8k</title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to apologize for my absence. I haven't been able to write posts from my computer for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ran my 4th 8k.&lt;br /&gt;In 2005 I tried running it - the same race as today. &amp;nbsp;finished in 1:01:and change.&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 I ran the Turkey Trot 8k with my brother - 53 minutes&lt;br /&gt;2008 Turkey Trot again. 50 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2010 HCA VA 8k. Finish Time...42:14. 8:29 pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been an off year. I haven't done as much as in previous years. Something about a wedding. haha. This spring I tried to start running again, but my leg felt otherwise. Back to square one. I spent lots of time on the elliptical and slowly making my way onto the treadmill. I recently was able to make it to the last 3 track workouts, too. Although I haven't run more than 3 miles this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally wanted to race the half marathon. not just as a run, but actually race it. i knew that was not going to be in the cards for me, so a few months ago I emailed the RD and switched down to the 8k. Still 2 miles more than what I have been able to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race went well. I made it to mile 1 at 9:20 - I didn't think I was going to run an 8:30 pace...my secret goal.&lt;br /&gt;Then at mile 2 I look at my watch - right on track. Can I keep this pace for another mile?&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3 - 26 minutes. One more mile?&lt;br /&gt;Mile 4 - 34 minutes. Wow - I can do this. less than a mile to go.&lt;br /&gt;Finished with beating my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg beat his goal for the half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;My girls doing the marathon all PR'd as well.&lt;br /&gt;What a great to be racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hear how all my friends at Beach to Battleship have done!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-1238165946840731882?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1238165946840731882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=1238165946840731882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1238165946840731882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1238165946840731882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/11/hca-8k.html' title='HCA 8k'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7281219708245200454</id><published>2010-11-01T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:27:00.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>300's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7281219708245200454?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7281219708245200454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7281219708245200454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7281219708245200454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7281219708245200454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/11/300s.html' title='300&apos;s'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5934538522153121500</id><published>2010-09-06T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:01:24.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up...I seem to be doing that a lot these days.</title><content type='html'>Since I got laid off my life has been a whirl wind!!&lt;br /&gt;I did find a new job. two in fact. I am going into design sales. Like a pharmaceutical rep is to doctors, I will be to architects and designers (A&amp;amp;D community), dealers, and end users. I will represent a handful of lines: a couple of furniture lines, some fabric lines, 2 carpet lines, and an art line.&lt;br /&gt;As I sat at home looking for a job, I had a job prospect land in my lap. My own design business! A guy I know in the industry had a client come to him for a good size project. Unable to tackle it, he contracted the project out to ME! So after a long conversation with my accountant I started my own interior design firm. Logo to be revealed soon. My brother has a friend who designs web sites so I Am going to work with him to get that running. All in due time.&lt;br /&gt;So my focus will be design sales, but I will have my own little interior design firm on the side. TLC will be knocking on my door any day for my won show :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TV - IronGreg and I have been watching WAY too much DIY network. This weekend we have truly become weekend warriors. IronGreg had Friday and Monday off, so we've been going non-stop! We have painted the hall bath a third time and installed new towel bar and toilet paper holder. The toilet paper holder was mounted in the wall, so last weekend IronGreg took that out and filled in the hole with drywall. Our new custom window cornice will be ready next week. and then that bathroom will be complete! Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;I bought new house numbers to put on the front door. I was going to install these one day while IronGreg was working, but may as well include this in our weekend house push. So we did. But in the mean time, we decided to also paint the front door. It took three coats...which requires a lot of drying time.&lt;br /&gt;i finally hung the window treatments in the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to rearrange the office since I will be working from home and will be spending more time in there looking at my 1980's monitor. So we rearranged the furniture and unpacked a LARGE box of office files. Well we made it 80% of the way through the box.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...the downstairs bathroom. Installed beadboard. painted beadboard. painted wall above chair rail. installed new towel ring, robe hook, and toilet paper holder. hung new mirror. and the vanity. oh the vanity. it looks god. too bad the trap doesn't fit with the vanity so we have go get a bottle trap and in order to install that we need a plumber. danggit. so close. we recently had to snake that shower, so we need a new drain in that shower. since the plumber is coming to install a new trap, we may as well get him to install a new drain, too. then we just need new sconces and art work!&lt;br /&gt;so the house is coming along.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to start taking the"after" pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is memorial day. Call me old school, but this is the last day to wear white until Easter. We are having a memorial day cook out so you better believe I will be wearing white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy grilling everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! I rode TWICE this weekend. yes you read that right!&lt;br /&gt;75 minutes on saturday with a 1 mile t-run...in 8:12&lt;br /&gt;and 2.5 hours on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;and i hit two new 100 meter swim PR's. first I hit 1:34...then I hit 1:32. oh yeah baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5934538522153121500?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5934538522153121500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5934538522153121500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5934538522153121500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5934538522153121500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/09/catching-upi-seem-to-be-doing-that-lot.html' title='Catching up...I seem to be doing that a lot these days.'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-1951388154470757781</id><published>2010-08-05T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:49:06.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey! remember me?</title><content type='html'>i may be m.i.a. and so is my training but damn i sure do feel busy.&lt;br /&gt;being unemployed i immediately thought how excited I was to have time to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg thought the same way&lt;br /&gt;I am busier now than when I was working Full time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing is that now I get to watch the Today show which I jsut love.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday they featured&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.comfortzonecamp.org/"&gt;Comfort Zone Camp&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;which is an organization I have been volunteering with for the past 5 years. you can check out the piece here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891/vp/38538814#38538814"&gt;CZC on Today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they just interviewed a woman from my home town of Charlotte, NC (shout out to the QC).&lt;br /&gt;A year ago she started a movement called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.operationbeautiful.org/"&gt;Operation Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;. What a neat idea. All started...over a blog! Check it out! i can't tell you about it - you have to see it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow Train is on!!! Hey soul sister...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-1951388154470757781?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1951388154470757781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=1951388154470757781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1951388154470757781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1951388154470757781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-remember-me.html' title='hey! remember me?'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8789786499722747415</id><published>2010-07-19T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:29:10.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triathlon we meet again</title><content type='html'>No I have not fallen off the face of the Earth. &lt;br /&gt;Nor have I been so deep in training I forget to blog. &lt;br /&gt;I have however, been laid off. You would think that would give me more time to blog, but instead it gives me more time to run errands and do DIY projects around the new house. &lt;br /&gt;I demo'd IronGreg's closet (one of them) and installed a custom closet and it is mighty nice if I do say so myself. &lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TESkxegDLzI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ew0nsZBgzcY/s1600/P1010365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TESkxegDLzI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ew0nsZBgzcY/s200/P1010365.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TESk46ObltI/AAAAAAAAATI/xY9v-cYsu9E/s1600/P1010371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TESk46ObltI/AAAAAAAAATI/xY9v-cYsu9E/s200/P1010371.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also installed some window treatments. But I jsut had a hard time uploading those pictures so you will just have to use your imaginations. They are black and white damask in my purple striped room! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just met with renovation guy #1 to get some estimates for some DIY projects that we don't have the time for. sounds lame I know. Antoher guy coming thursday for another estimate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the mean time this week I am working on my portfolio - yuck. I have an interview on Friday with another architecture firm. I would like to venture into design sales instead of design itself. I had a phone interview with one independent rep group and am waiting to schedule the formal interview once their partner returns from vacation. Would love that gig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enough about work and DIY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Triathlons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That sport that I attempt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am trying (pun intended) to get back into trainign after a 6+ month sabbatical of sorts. I raced in a sprint yesterday. Same course as I did for my very first triahtlon 3 years ago. I&amp;nbsp;had a good swim (even with the douche behind me). And had a decent bike (averaged over 18 which i normaklly would be happy wth until I saw all the 20 pace&amp;nbsp;chicks). The run ont eh other hand. well I finished it. My legs were cramping and so today they are tender and my knees hurt. I am so old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;IronGreg did great finishing 9th overall and 1st in his age group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up: West Pint Tri - I am so going to get my butt kicked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well that's all I got for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;back to this portfolio....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8789786499722747415?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8789786499722747415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8789786499722747415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8789786499722747415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8789786499722747415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/triathlon-we-meet-again.html' title='Triathlon we meet again'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TESkxegDLzI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ew0nsZBgzcY/s72-c/P1010365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-831233154589990011</id><published>2010-07-06T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:56:09.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond and I meet again...</title><content type='html'>Saturday I was scheduled a bike ride. &lt;br /&gt;Again, I missed it. &lt;br /&gt;I am happy to ride about once a month. &lt;br /&gt;But what is this I see?&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER ride on Monday? for 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;oh alright. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily the Ironman Canada group had a recovery day so I went out and hoped for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. &lt;br /&gt;I rode my bike. &lt;br /&gt;(you can pick up your jaw now)&lt;br /&gt;I rode 50 miles. &lt;br /&gt;my avg. pace was 17.9, but my avergage moving pace was...19.1 that's right. high five to me. &lt;br /&gt;I kept up with the group on flats, but got my butt handed to me on the hills. but hey they have been doing serious hill training for Mountains of Misery and Canada. so if I beat them up the hills then they might need to re-think their race schedule. &lt;br /&gt;so with my first sprint of the year looming in 12 days...I guess it's time to start training. &lt;br /&gt;And that august spring in the adirondacks...guess I better hit the hills. &lt;br /&gt;play time's over :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-831233154589990011?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/831233154589990011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=831233154589990011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/831233154589990011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/831233154589990011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/diamond-and-i-meet-again.html' title='Diamond and I meet again...'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2163979148409197116</id><published>2010-06-30T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T08:45:58.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally got my ASI pictures from IMAZ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCtJ_t4rxWI/AAAAAAAAASU/nNzr3bFzvWo/s1600/47879-386-019f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCtJ_t4rxWI/AAAAAAAAASU/nNzr3bFzvWo/s320/47879-386-019f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCtJ7YaLb1I/AAAAAAAAASM/4ag3WrIYc_c/s1600/47879-485-020f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCtJ7YaLb1I/AAAAAAAAASM/4ag3WrIYc_c/s320/47879-485-020f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCtKDXze5LI/AAAAAAAAASc/s1syZvcS8e8/s1600/47879-490-005f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCtKDXze5LI/AAAAAAAAASc/s1syZvcS8e8/s320/47879-490-005f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCtKG8TxhuI/AAAAAAAAASk/OkCsrBs7h20/s1600/47879-732-015f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCtKG8TxhuI/AAAAAAAAASk/OkCsrBs7h20/s320/47879-732-015f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2163979148409197116?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2163979148409197116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2163979148409197116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2163979148409197116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2163979148409197116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-finally-got-my-asi-pictures-from-imaz.html' title='I finally got my ASI pictures from IMAZ....'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCtJ_t4rxWI/AAAAAAAAASU/nNzr3bFzvWo/s72-c/47879-386-019f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5851846602541181496</id><published>2010-06-28T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:58:04.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho, here we come!</title><content type='html'>June 26, 2011&lt;br /&gt;Ironman Coeur D'Alene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in. &lt;br /&gt;as did about 15 of&amp;nbsp;my training friends. &lt;br /&gt;Idaho will have quite a Richmond presence. &lt;br /&gt;What a&amp;nbsp;way for IronGreg and I to spend our anniversary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5851846602541181496?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5851846602541181496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5851846602541181496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5851846602541181496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5851846602541181496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/idaho-here-we-come.html' title='Idaho, here we come!'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-6664199875970328458</id><published>2010-06-25T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:28:46.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Shorts Ever and other purchases</title><content type='html'>I purchased a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.kswiss.com/item/154.154/19663-001/Women/Apparel_Running/Bound_Split_Short/Black.html"&gt;K-Swiss Bound Split Shorts&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the Ironman Arizona finisher's store. &lt;br /&gt;I thought they were cute. black - my fave color - witht he IMAz logo ont he bottom. &lt;br /&gt;Little did I know what I was getting myself into...a new favorite pair of shorts. &lt;br /&gt;I love them so much I have to wash them after each use so I can wear them again. I have about 25 pairs of shorts but I only wnt to wear these. So I finally purchased another pair sans IM logo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ws a hard decision for me. I love Nike apparel. and one of my dear friends works for Nike marketing their apparel...for basketball at least. I broke it to her that I had a new pair of shorts and Nike needs to change it up to get a pair as wonderful as these. I also like the lining part is also black. not sure why but I think the black looks cooler than the traditional white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to fear, Nike, I still found a cute sport top to wear with my K-Swiss shorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.nike.com/index.jsp?sitesrc=uslp&amp;amp;country=US&amp;amp;lang_locale=en_US&amp;amp;l=shop%2Csearch%2CsearchList-livstrong#l=shop,pdp,ctr-inline/cid-1/pid-283891/pgid-283893"&gt;Livstrong black sport top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry stepped up and came out with a pair of tri shorts that I jsut purchased. they may nto be new, but it's been a few years since I have bought a pair, so they are new to me. &lt;a href="http://www.terrybicycles.com/product/detail/1851/current/club-short-1"&gt;Terry Club short&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has the wide waistband as my fave cycling shorts from them. so I hope they make me faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this motivates me to start training again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-6664199875970328458?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6664199875970328458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=6664199875970328458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6664199875970328458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6664199875970328458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-shorts-ever-and-other-purchases.html' title='Best Shorts Ever and other purchases'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7659515820220555779</id><published>2010-06-23T07:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:53:25.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. IronGreg</title><content type='html'>October 11,&amp;nbsp;2009 IronGreg got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. &lt;br /&gt;June 19, 2010 we said I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far married life doesn't seem very different. Although we get to snuggle every night. we enjoy walkign around calling each other husband/hubby and wife/wifey every chance we get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still need to unpack from the week away. the laundry is kind of scary. &lt;br /&gt;This weekend the movers come to move me into the new-to-us house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what can I say about it all....wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's humbling that so many peopel came from out of town for the weekend. Girls bought new dresses and everyone got all dolled up for us! as we were heading home on sunday we were tlkaing about hwo we really have the most amazing friends and family. i really don't have the words to describt it. they are awesome. period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now back to the real world and tri training. track last night was hard. and hot. 100 degrees hot. on a black track. and swimming this mornign was moved up to 5:30. that 30 minutes makes a difference. especially when going ot bed 90 mintues late. i think i was sleepdriving on my way to work. &lt;br /&gt;some other exciting news...IronGreg and I have decided to go for IMCDA 2011. here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCIAl_0f1FI/AAAAAAAAASE/fgBclj388K0/s1600/TheMathes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCIAl_0f1FI/AAAAAAAAASE/fgBclj388K0/s400/TheMathes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7659515820220555779?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7659515820220555779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7659515820220555779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7659515820220555779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7659515820220555779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/mrs-irongreg.html' title='Mrs. IronGreg'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TCIAl_0f1FI/AAAAAAAAASE/fgBclj388K0/s72-c/TheMathes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-4073533382101986226</id><published>2010-06-15T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:17:35.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte or Bust!</title><content type='html'>Today is the day IronGreg and I head to the Queen City for the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we get our marriage license and meet with the priest who will officiating the ceremony. He and I went to high school together - I think that's pretty darn neat. &lt;br /&gt;the to-do list is getting eerily smaller. &lt;br /&gt;Family and friends are packing and soon to be traveling. &lt;br /&gt;I have goosebumps. &lt;br /&gt;I knwo this is going to be an amazing weekend. that's the only word I can use to describe what is ahead. &lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of the love from our family and friends travelling...some&amp;nbsp;from other countries...jsut to stand by our sides. &lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of the friends who have gone out and bought new dresses for this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;I am truly touches already. I can't imagine the feelings to come on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-4073533382101986226?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4073533382101986226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=4073533382101986226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4073533382101986226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4073533382101986226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/charlotte-or-bust.html' title='Charlotte or Bust!'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7525169313423465664</id><published>2010-06-10T10:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:18:58.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Single Digits, All the Single Digits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TBECS_oZKUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/p4TMiycg9Q4/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TBECS_oZKUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/p4TMiycg9Q4/s200/9.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;okay not quite the beyonce song...but it works in my head. &lt;br /&gt;today single digits start. &lt;br /&gt;9 more days until the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the most exciting thing about today...&lt;br /&gt;my nephew's TWO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday TD.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is the cutest and smartest kid around. &lt;br /&gt;I might be biased, but I think my opinion is obviously the one that counts the most. &lt;br /&gt;However, TD and I might have a probelm in 9 days. It's poor manners to show up the bride, but TD sure is going to. My goodness does he have the cutest outfit to wear! Melt Auntie's heart! I can't wait for him to be my honorary ring bearer...he's a bit young to walk down the aisle, so he gets to pay outside with his Mimi and Big (GP's from the other side). &lt;br /&gt;However, now that he's two he has to give up the paci. he is doing a good job at going in the singing potty, though! hey how come I don't get a singing potty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to me. since this is my blog after all. &lt;br /&gt;In 9 days I will be Mrs. IronGreg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7525169313423465664?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7525169313423465664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7525169313423465664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7525169313423465664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7525169313423465664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-single-digits-all-single-digits.html' title='All the Single Digits, All the Single Digits'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/TBECS_oZKUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/p4TMiycg9Q4/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-6327861524506939401</id><published>2010-05-28T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:28:56.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keychain Addition</title><content type='html'>My keychain has a new addition. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday IronGreg and I closed on our new-to-us family house to call home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were forunate to sell IronGreg's house and find a renter to fill mine. &lt;br /&gt;We had our eyes set on this house for a few months and thankfully - it became ours. &lt;br /&gt;the moment we walked in the door we jsut knew we were meant to be in that house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tri level built in the fifty's - it's has the personality we were looking for. &lt;br /&gt;We have already found quirks with that personality. &lt;br /&gt;Like...all the outlets are two-prong...&lt;br /&gt;the light switches make no sense. &lt;br /&gt;In the master bedroom&amp;nbsp;the switch for the ceiling fan is in the hallway...um ok. &lt;br /&gt;It's 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, 2200 SF. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by December it will be 5 bedrooms, 4 baths and 3000 SF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg would liek to add wainscotting to the entry below the chair rail. he has installed this before, so that wouldn't be a problem. It needs paint and a new light fixture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen was recently updated with granite and stainless and new cabs so that's great. &lt;br /&gt;The only work in here is paint and a pendant over the sink - these people had AWFUL taste in lighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dining room is painted BLACK! who does that?! (if you do, please re-paint)&lt;br /&gt;Paint and a new light fixture. I have renamed the current fixture the "tri-boob". It's so bad. I will take a picture of it as it goes in the TRASH! Although hmm I bet we could sell it on Craigs List. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathrooms all need to be updated. &lt;br /&gt;I am focusing on the downstairs bathroom since that is the one that most guests will use. &lt;br /&gt;new tile on floors, walls below chair rail, and in the shower, grasscloth wall covering (love my Wolf-Gordon rep), new sconces, new mirror, and a new pedestal sink. &lt;br /&gt;The hall bath has pink tile. yes, pink. we are embracing the pink, though, and painting the walls grey. Who knows if we will have boys or girls and what the furutre of this bathroom will be, so for now embrace the pink! &lt;br /&gt;the master bath is tiny. it needs a new shower, but for now It's going to get a paint job. I would like to put in a new pedestal sink too. that may or may not happen b/c we also have lots of furniture we want to buy, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The utility room has SO much potential. My dream is to finish this room off and have the laundry room of my dreams...wow is this what my life has come to? a nice laundry room? I'm okay with that. &lt;br /&gt;I just ordered Whirlpool Duet 9550 series washer and dryers and I cannot wait for them to come home! &lt;br /&gt;The floor is concrete, so we would like to put cork tiles down. &lt;br /&gt;the waster heater is in here, but IronGreg really wants to go tankless and that woudl give us even more space. &lt;br /&gt;the former owners took the fridge, but we can get a cheap one to replace it. &lt;br /&gt;add in cabinets/counters and I'm a happy girl in my pretty new laundry room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aside from the addition work (a new floor, garage doors, etc)...there is still lots to DIY! &lt;br /&gt;Good thing I am a designer and we have lots of handy friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-6327861524506939401?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6327861524506939401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=6327861524506939401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6327861524506939401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6327861524506939401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/keychain-addition.html' title='Keychain Addition'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8919420386467684510</id><published>2010-05-20T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T08:33:51.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest Website Ever!</title><content type='html'>Last night in my funk a good friend, the Beave, had an opening for a massage. &lt;br /&gt;So I skipped my bike ride and headed on over for a massage and some wine. &lt;br /&gt;Perfect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our post-massage wine conversation she told me about the coolest website ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.missnowmrs.com/"&gt;http://www.missnowmrs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For $30.00 you fill out some information and VOILA! they have every form imaginable for you to change your name and address. Including Passport and IRS - I would have thought about IRS next March! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend you check it out if you are planning on changing your name. &lt;br /&gt;I have already started to fill out mynew information! &lt;br /&gt;4 weeks to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, Beave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8919420386467684510?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8919420386467684510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8919420386467684510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8919420386467684510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8919420386467684510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/coolest-website-ever.html' title='Coolest Website Ever!'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-4696916112939948090</id><published>2010-05-19T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:14:27.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I take it back</title><content type='html'>I may not do an Ironman in 2011 after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a much heated debate on ym team on which race to do. &lt;br /&gt;Instead of going with two, some people feel the need to have just one option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it may be CDA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart is not in for CDA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I will sit here and pout about the fact that my last year in the next 20 yers for doing an Ironman may get flushed down the commode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can call me Debbie Downer. I'm okay with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-4696916112939948090?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4696916112939948090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=4696916112939948090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4696916112939948090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4696916112939948090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-take-it-back.html' title='I take it back'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3103021688783431161</id><published>2010-05-12T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:01:50.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Yes it's only the 2nd quarter of 2010. &lt;br /&gt;But in Ironman world, you have to register for races a year in advance, so it's really never too early to plan ahead for your next year's schedule. &lt;br /&gt;I have been dying to do Vineman 70.3. &lt;br /&gt;then I decided I want to do an Ironman, too. &lt;br /&gt;But the only Ironman that works is Wisoconsin and I hear more bad reviews than good. &lt;br /&gt;Then someone "slapped me upside the head" (or emailed me) to bring to my attention one minor little detail. &lt;br /&gt;not only is there Vineman 70.3....&lt;br /&gt;there's Vineman FULL! &lt;br /&gt;*cue angels singing*&lt;br /&gt;it's like killing two birds with one stone. &lt;br /&gt;And I mean hello! bike and run through wine country with a wine-induced vacay post-race...&lt;br /&gt;twist my arm! &lt;br /&gt;where do I sign up?! &lt;br /&gt;(no, registration is not open yet, but I will continue to check obsessively untoil it does). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now yes I do remember that work and Ironman trainign don't always get along and I miss more workouts than I should. &lt;br /&gt;and yes I remember that my body doesn't really cre for Ironman training and ocne a month I was laid up with a fever...respitory infection....etc....&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not fast. I never will be. I don't train to be fast. I do too much to train all the time. &lt;br /&gt;It's hard watching others have the ability to train and make progress. &lt;br /&gt;but you know what - I am hitting the same finish line (albeit behind them). &lt;br /&gt;but I liek to wear many hats. &lt;br /&gt;and I want to do another Ironman. (becasue baby time is soon approaching!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there it is. &lt;br /&gt;Vineman. &lt;br /&gt;Full. &lt;br /&gt;July 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3103021688783431161?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3103021688783431161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3103021688783431161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3103021688783431161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3103021688783431161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5651058918787311443</id><published>2010-05-10T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:10:06.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam</title><content type='html'>J-A-M you got to Jam. &lt;br /&gt;J-A-M you got to got to Jam. &lt;br /&gt;Ahh memories of cheerleading in elementary/middle school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, this is a different jam. &lt;br /&gt;my finger has hurt for about 2+ days now. &lt;br /&gt;shockingly, i am keeping my pain complaints to myself. &lt;br /&gt;until this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;i say something to my colleague and look and sure wnough i have a crooked and swollen finger. &lt;br /&gt;it's totally jammed. &lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/S-lJCTy_0oI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ARhk9R2eaHU/s1600/jammed+finger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/S-lJCTy_0oI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ARhk9R2eaHU/s320/jammed+finger.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5651058918787311443?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5651058918787311443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5651058918787311443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5651058918787311443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5651058918787311443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/jam.html' title='Jam'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/S-lJCTy_0oI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ARhk9R2eaHU/s72-c/jammed+finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-6122981561702646630</id><published>2010-05-10T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:25:15.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes</title><content type='html'>i should have take a picture of my condo this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;this is my only weekend in town before we close on the new house. &lt;br /&gt;and the weekend we close - I am going to be out of town. &lt;br /&gt;I will be in town for one more weekend before the wedding...and that's the weekend before the wedding, so I may be a bit pre-occupied. &lt;br /&gt;so I wanted to take full advantage of this past weekend to pack. &lt;br /&gt;I have SO much stuff crammed into 850SF. &lt;br /&gt;i have taken over the hallway with boxes. &lt;br /&gt;my entry area is filled with peanuts and bubble wrap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did manage to squeak out an hour ride on the biek this weekend. not the 2.5 hours scheduld, but good enough for me. i had a hard time ridfing my bike looking arounda t all theboxes to be paceked. &lt;br /&gt;now before you get excited for me - it was pretty slack. &lt;br /&gt;I put my bike on the trainer (it was windy outside haha) in front of my computer. &lt;br /&gt;I spun for about an hour while watching the movie Carolina off Netflix "watch instantly"&lt;br /&gt;oh and my biek was under a fan. &lt;br /&gt;why did I jsut now think of this set-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i also squeaked out a mini work out. &lt;br /&gt;i wsa schedule 8 miles. &lt;br /&gt;i did 4.5. and it took me 40 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;i felt like i ran a marathon. &lt;br /&gt;side stitches. walk breaks. i jsut couldn't get my legs moving. &lt;br /&gt;hmm maybe I let myself get tooo out of shape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also on sunday I had a bike fit. my aerobars have never been right. &lt;br /&gt;and Les figured it all out. &lt;br /&gt;my fit was done by a roadie. &lt;br /&gt;and a road set up on a TT bike doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;so hoepfully nwo I will be abel to go in aero without feeling like i am raching 5 feet forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he is changing my bar tape to yellow to match my new uniform! i mean i gots to look cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-6122981561702646630?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6122981561702646630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=6122981561702646630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6122981561702646630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6122981561702646630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/boxes.html' title='Boxes'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5560317851175194960</id><published>2010-05-04T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:42:29.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Planning</title><content type='html'>wedding planning is a full time job. &lt;br /&gt;especially for someone like me who is OCD when it comes to organization and likes to be in control. &lt;br /&gt;I am not going to lie - I wish I could be there when the florist is setting up for the reception. &lt;br /&gt;I have made lists galore. I guess that's the PM in me. I have no problem leaning on my wedding party with little things to help me accompish my OCD tasks. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I had hired a wedding planner that could take care of everything for me. &lt;br /&gt;but hell, I would want to tell them what to do, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's theme seems to be timelines...and it's only Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;I have worked with my mom and the photographer to come up with the day's schedule for photography. &lt;br /&gt;this then has me coordinate with the band for the reception schedule for dancing and cake cutting, etc. &lt;br /&gt;I took that schedule and coordinated the pick up and drop off times for the trolley that is driving the wedding party around for the day. &lt;br /&gt;I was also able to coordinate with my greeters and guest book attendant on when they need to be where and what they need to bring where. &lt;br /&gt;I already have the schedule of events for the week. yes, week. although guests won't be arriving until Friday - IronGreg and I have things to do on wednesday and thursday. then friday starts the wedding festivities. &lt;br /&gt;I feel good about my itineraries and to-do lists. &lt;br /&gt;now maybe I can catch up on thanks you's - man do I have some awesome friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh - I still have to fill you in on the portrait debacle. &lt;br /&gt;but i will save that one for a rainy day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - thank you to Monkey and Cakes for the wonderful shower this past weekend. love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5560317851175194960?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5560317851175194960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5560317851175194960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5560317851175194960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5560317851175194960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/wedding-planning.html' title='Wedding Planning'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7818337585605544158</id><published>2010-04-29T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:40:09.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I officially have the organist from hell. &lt;br /&gt;Her ego is so large I am not quite sure if the doors at the church are large enough for it to fit through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can only play with my trumpeter and soloist if they are professionals. She can't work with ameteurs. &lt;br /&gt;Umm not only are they professionals, but also we booked them first, sister. &lt;br /&gt;so she wants to chanrge extra for not being the only musician. bah-hahahahahahaahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part....&lt;br /&gt;she wants to choose the music she plays. &lt;br /&gt;"that is how it works" &lt;br /&gt;yup. that's what I was told. that she picks the music for my wedding. &lt;br /&gt;last I thought, I was the client. &lt;br /&gt;I am open to suggestions and all, but themusic we picked was off the pre-apprioved CD form the church. &lt;br /&gt;She thinks she is doing a performance at the Philharmonic, but afriad not. &lt;br /&gt;you're a wedding organist. &lt;br /&gt;not that there is anything wrong with being a wedding organist, there is obviously a need and demand for these. &lt;br /&gt;however, there is not a need or demand for the ego. &lt;br /&gt;check it at the door. &lt;br /&gt;or don't bother coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after I find a new organist, I will add her name here so you all can avoid the evilness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7818337585605544158?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7818337585605544158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7818337585605544158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7818337585605544158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7818337585605544158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2545544607669099075</id><published>2010-04-23T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:48:09.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannelore's Bridals</title><content type='html'>Hannelore's Bridals (or as Candy, my Garmin, says, Hannelore's Breedals)&lt;br /&gt;Where doI begin....&lt;br /&gt;They have a ton of great wedding dress designers. So of course I went there for my dress. &lt;br /&gt;I requested some styles that I found on the various designers' websites. I evenpaid $250.00 for one particular dress to be shipped there for my shopping day! &lt;br /&gt;I showed up...and my dress wasn't there. STRIKE ONE. &lt;br /&gt;I was able to find a dress I liked, though. Success. &lt;br /&gt;Although I still dream about another one I tried on, but said no to. It was twice the budget and although mom said she didn't care...I did. &lt;br /&gt;The manager there is plain awful. During the dress purchase process I had my sister's veil with me since I would liek to wear it as well. She had the audacity to pick it up, put a price tag on it, and try to sell it!!! Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dress finally comes in and I go for my fitting. &lt;br /&gt;Picked and pulled here. I request for a custom piece to be added. My goodness you would have thought I asked for the moon. The scary manager comes in&amp;nbsp; - wearing see-through clothing I might add - and is beign allkidns of bossy telling my her preferences but she is not trying to sway my thinking. then why are you telling em what YOU wold want?! are YOU getting married?! yeah I didn't think so, Klassy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my seamstress in Richmond who I love, Patti P, and she said when I got it back she would make it work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting #2. better. they FINALLY understood what I was tlaking about with the boning. I'm short. I don't need boning as long as someone a foot taller than me! I asked to see my custom piece. and they had not done it - It wold be ready at my third fitting when I picked up the dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting #3. whatever. Ia m so over this place. I have fallen out of love with my dress. but it's one day so whatever. I should have gotten the other dress. maybe it would have fit me better. I think my dress puts ten pounds ON me. not the look I am going for on my edding day. but again - the dress is not the center of the day, the marriage is. I ask for my custom piece. again, not done. but i hae to pick up my dress!!! next weekend is my portrait. so I have to go shopping on King Street while they make it. Retail Therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dress is home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes the Brdesmaids dresses. Again, we bought them from Hannelores b/c of the selection. &lt;br /&gt;When we placed the order, we were told they would arrive in March. Perfect. &lt;br /&gt;they finally came in April 8th +/-. Everyone caled in as they requested to confirm their shipping addresses. We were told they would be shipped on Tuesday April 13th. &lt;br /&gt;Well come Friday April 16th, only one had received it. &lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday April 17th, in person, I asked the status of them. I was told to my face along with the manager of the department, Vicky, Sharee told us they all went out on Wednesday April 14th. Takes two-three days. Umm okay 2 days if Friday. I will wait until monday. &lt;br /&gt;Monday comes. &lt;br /&gt;Monday goes. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday comes. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday goes. &lt;br /&gt;A week later and no dresses! WTF! &lt;br /&gt;so BM Monkey-Si gets on the phone with manager Vicky and finds out...&lt;br /&gt;Sharee did not put ANY addresses in the computer&lt;br /&gt;Sharee only shipped one dress. &lt;br /&gt;WTF?! &lt;br /&gt;All dresses were overnighted promptly by Vicky and we received tracking numbers to follow. &lt;br /&gt;So glad i have an attorney as a BM. &lt;br /&gt;I sure hope sharee gets a stern talking to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all dresses are reeived and I am done dealing with this Breedal store, I will be sending al etter to the owner. This whole process has been a COMPLETE nightmare. If they didn't have such grat lines, they would be like so many other Bridal stores...out of business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone suggests Hannelores Bridals in Alexandria, VA. RUN! FAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2545544607669099075?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2545544607669099075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2545544607669099075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2545544607669099075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2545544607669099075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/hannelores-bridals.html' title='Hannelore&apos;s Bridals'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3436801898894449178</id><published>2010-04-20T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:51:45.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent News in the Land of Fave</title><content type='html'>Wedding season is in full swing! &lt;br /&gt;I had my first bridal shower hosted by two of my dear friends and they planned an amazing shower! I must brag for a minute - I have some pretty awesome friends. yes, you should be jealous. they all rock. ALL of them. I feel bad for people who don't have friends liek I do. they are all so remarkable people. they have good hearts, personal goals, and are so supportive to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom (the trditionalist) hosted a lovely engagement party for IronGreg and me. Complete with a cupcake buffet. Both families made it in town for the occassion. thanks, mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress is at home and hanging up at "the farm" (my sister's house) where IronGreg can't sneak a peek! now I muse say as the alteration process went on, I fell out of love with my dress. I like it. mostly. I think it's pretty, I jsut don't think it's very flattering on me. maybe I jsut need a flatter stomach (yes, I finally got the over 30 belly). Can i please have my body from 28 back? Just for one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming weekend is the bachelorette party! yee-haw! the irls are heading west for some good times. &lt;br /&gt;What happens at the bachelorette...stays at the bachelorette. &lt;br /&gt;Wait. I don't want that rule for the bachelor party...or maybe I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the insie of a gym much recently. I am trying to get in one swim a week. you read that right -= only ONE swim. last year i was doing 3/week. &lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to track practice. first time I ran in three weeks. I had a leftover cupcake from previously mentoned party prior to track. in the words of julia rpoverts in pretty woman, "big mistake. big. HUGE. well i have to go shopping now." okay so maybe I don't have to go shopping (although i bought two fab pairs of shoes on saturday), I did have to jog during track. I was "vurping" the whole time. it was awful. never again will I eat a cupcake BEFORE running. afterwards, however...&lt;br /&gt;I am hopinh to actually run tongiht. i wonder if I can find m,y shoes under the layer of dust. &lt;br /&gt;and maybe while I dust them off I will also unearth diamond. oh how I love my bike. but man I sure have neglected her. &lt;br /&gt;It is hard watchign everyone train religiously and make PR's. i jsut have to come to terms that now I have different goals. I am not racing this season. I don't know when I will do an Ironman again. it's sounds good and all, but it jsut doens't fit in life right now. something about marriage and babies. sigh. why can't I do it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so ask me why I went shopping on saturday? b/c the wedding dress place didn't make my custom piece. even though i was there to pick up my dress. when the tough get mad, the tough go shopping! i mean I was in old towne alexandria after all. so I spent 90 minutes on king street with friends and then went back and picked up the not-so-fabulous-anymore dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i did go on a 50 mile bike ride a few weeks ago. It was SO mush fun. GO TEAM LOLLYGAG!!! Love those girls. Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3436801898894449178?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3436801898894449178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3436801898894449178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3436801898894449178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3436801898894449178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/recent-news-in-land-of-fave.html' title='Recent News in the Land of Fave'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7658455646667483832</id><published>2010-04-08T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:09:52.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When am I supposed to breathe?</title><content type='html'>Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;- rode outside for the first time since IMAZ. rode 55 miles. moving average was 17+&lt;br /&gt;that works for me. &lt;br /&gt;- went to dinner with another couple. during dinner Greg got a call and 30 mintues later his house was sold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;Easter. &lt;br /&gt;- watched Big D, my nephew, find Easter Eggs. so precious. he loves his auntie! and his auntie sure does love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;- made offer on house. &lt;br /&gt;- received counter-offer on house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;- made counter offer on house. &lt;br /&gt;- received counter offer on house. &lt;br /&gt;- accepted counter offer. &lt;br /&gt;- had dinner wiht mom in town for one night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;- rode outside. hard gear up hills. &lt;br /&gt;- feel asleep on massage table post-ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;- deadline at work. &lt;br /&gt;getting mani and pedi after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;- mom and grandma in town for weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;- bridal shower&lt;br /&gt;- engagement party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get my brows done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7658455646667483832?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7658455646667483832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7658455646667483832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7658455646667483832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7658455646667483832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-am-i-supposed-to-breathe.html' title='When am I supposed to breathe?'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-6912499782921973454</id><published>2010-03-29T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:17:44.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monument Avenue 10k</title><content type='html'>In Pamplona they have the running of the bulls. &lt;br /&gt;In Richmond, Virginia there is the running of the Monument Avenue 10k. &lt;br /&gt;Along with 38,000 of your closest friends, the most beautiful street in richmond, monument Avenue, is filled with runners, walkers, supporters, bands, and volunteers. &lt;br /&gt;this year was colder than most, but not a bad day. &lt;br /&gt;After working 75 hours by COB Friday, I was tired, but Ir eally wanted to hit my goal time that surgery got in my way. and this year I wanted it. 54 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up and told myself all morning I would do it. I had been running a solid 8:30 pace on my training runs. well the ones that actually happened. I was fairly confident, but know I have a tendency of not performing on race day and ending up dispaoointed. &lt;br /&gt;I went out and paced with my Garmin, my trusty friend. I ws holind a good apce. However when I would do math in my head at mile markers things seemed off, but i kept going with it. I mean who can do math while running anyways?!&lt;br /&gt;unfortunautely this day was like all others. I ended up finishing in 56:13. a 9:02 pace. &lt;br /&gt;However, according to my garmin I ran 7.15 miles and my splits were better than I was hoping for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mile 1 - 7:29&lt;br /&gt;mile 2 - 7:48&lt;br /&gt;mile 3 - 8:08&lt;br /&gt;mile 4 - 8:13&lt;br /&gt;mile 5 - 7:42&lt;br /&gt;mile 6 - 7:57&lt;br /&gt;mile 7 - 7:43&lt;br /&gt;mile 8 (.2) - 1:19 (8:19 pace)&lt;br /&gt;so forget the official time. I am going to go with my garmin. The map shows my zig zags through the crowds. so i am going to say that I ran 7.15 miles. yeah that's better. &lt;br /&gt;ho hum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to run the richmond half marathon. &lt;br /&gt;my goal time...well that's a secret of course. &lt;br /&gt;i just hope that work and settling into married life allow me to train for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-6912499782921973454?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6912499782921973454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=6912499782921973454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6912499782921973454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6912499782921973454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/monument-avenue-10k.html' title='Monument Avenue 10k'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-823580741405265134</id><published>2010-03-22T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:36:42.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Fitting #1</title><content type='html'>what an experience! &lt;br /&gt;one that I would rather not do again...but I must...two more times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG sister and I arrived almsot an hour early. You can never be sure with DC traffic. &lt;br /&gt;We had the assistant seamstress or something. whatever she was, she definitely was not a good listener that's for sure. &lt;br /&gt;she accomplished pinning the hem so I could walk, though. &lt;br /&gt;then the head semstress came over. her name was Marie, so BIG sister has renamed her Madam Curie. &lt;br /&gt;the figured out where to pull and pinch to make it fit. she also said I have "high hips" um yeah - you call it what you want to lady, I know they are wider than you would think just looking at them. &lt;br /&gt;then came the custom piece. Lord have mercy on my sould. &lt;br /&gt;we will see what I end up with. &lt;br /&gt;Manager Pamela came over...in her see-thru outfit. yes, she is quite Klassy. &lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to wear in my bridal shoes by kicking her in the teeth with them. &lt;br /&gt;needless to say I left with a headache, frustrated , and cranky. and in DC traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope the April 2nd fitting goes a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-823580741405265134?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/823580741405265134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=823580741405265134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/823580741405265134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/823580741405265134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/dress-fitting-1.html' title='Dress Fitting #1'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2203197442180324885</id><published>2010-03-11T18:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:10:05.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than a month!</title><content type='html'>Less than a month until the first of the wedding festivities begin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 10th is my first bridal shower hosted by BM Missy and Greeter Margo, two of my dear friends. &lt;br /&gt;And that same night is the Engagement Party. &lt;br /&gt;Yes this sounds crazy, but this allows my Grandma who lives 6 hours away to make it to two events. &lt;br /&gt;she is aging so much faster these days and it really breaks my heart. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the bridal shower (at a botanical garden) and the engagment party are coming up. big question - what am I going to wear?!?! those of you who know me, you know how I feel about party dresses. every girl's closet should be filled with them! Luckily, I have the most perfect navy and white floral dress to wear to the shower (can you believe I am restraining from buying a new one...something about buying a new house). I do hope it still fits...maybe I shoudl try it on since it's been awhile. I did order about 6 dresses and 2 pairs of shoes last night for the engeagment party. I hope one of them works! I love Nordie's dresses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of engagements - the announcement was in the paper. my home town, IronGreg's hoem town..and of course the RIC too. shew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoes FINALLY arrived. it only took an additional TWO WEEKS!! and many annoying phonecalls. but they are here and I think they are just beautiful. Unforunately, they are slingbacks, and my narrow feet just flop right out of them. I even tried a few sizes. Sigh. Of course they are non-returnable so I will have to try a pad and see if a shoe maker and make the sling back smaller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding party and hostess gifts are coming along and I just love all of them! I can't wait to wrap them all pretty and pass them out! I love giving fun gifts that have a special touch. It will be weird receiving gifts. I was telling BIG sister that as much as I love hosting showers and giving gifts, it's REALLY weird to think of being onthe other end. so i may make some funny faces. I mean I picked out the stuff. it's really a weird concept now that I am on the receiving end (that's what he said). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tux's have been picked out and pick-up delivery points all figured out. I just hope the guys are getting fitted! I will not check up on them. I will not check up on them. I will not check up on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BM dresses are now supposed to arrive on May 5th - boo! One of my BM's - that I went to school with starting in THIRD GRADE - she is now living in Germany. BUT! she is going to be in DC at the end of April!! and the dress store is in DC! how perfect...if the dresses come early. I have called and called, but they can't committ until the first week of April. so don't you know it's on my calendar to call them the first monday of April! It would be great if she was here to receive the dress! then I know it wouldn't get lost with international shipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly...hte invitations have arrived! Of course I thik they are beautiful - I picked them out. I jsut hope everyone thinks they are classic and timeless (just like me :)) A few nights ago Lou Lou and Miso came over for stuffing party day one. We watched Precious (so good) and stuffed. Went by before we knew it. however, I had to cancel day two b/c mom brought to my attention that I cannot go get wedding stamps for the reply cards b/c prices are going up! ooh good catch. so they go to the calligrapher's next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of next week - my first dress fitting!!! I have these fears that the wrong dress was ordered or left on a part of the dress I ordered to be left off. I guess I will find out soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see there has been lots of flurry on the wedding front...not so much on the training front. I have been working a lot which is a good thing! (better than the alternative). i still make most of my workouts, esp in the mornings. but my bike is only ridden every other week. good thing my first tri is in August! and it's only a sprint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's it's on FB I can shout out the exciting news. &lt;br /&gt;My brother and KP are engaged!!!! I just lvoe my BIG brother and I could not be happier that he found someone so wonderful. She is a FAVulous addition to the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/S5l4DZvgyDI/AAAAAAAAARo/3m7VUBDFxXQ/s1600-h/mattkelley.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/S5l4DZvgyDI/AAAAAAAAARo/3m7VUBDFxXQ/s320/mattkelley.bmp" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ps - 14 weeks until the BIG day! Ack! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2203197442180324885?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2203197442180324885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2203197442180324885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2203197442180324885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2203197442180324885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/less-than-month.html' title='Less than a month!'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/S5l4DZvgyDI/AAAAAAAAARo/3m7VUBDFxXQ/s72-c/mattkelley.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-4566551335068923650</id><published>2010-03-08T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:03:36.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Fave</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Disney Princess Half Marathon in Orlando , Florida. &lt;br /&gt;Plan of attack: hang with my friend, Princess DJM and have fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Cathy and I flew to Florida on Fridya night. Delayed flight...almost missing our flight...we made it. And finally made it to our hotel around 1am friday ngiht/saturday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we headed off to the expo and toodled around town. Dinner at T-Rex at Downtown Disney. We met some of my growing-up friends for dessert&amp;nbsp;- I passed on ice cream. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning started EARLY. a 2:30am wake-up call. I tossed and turned all night trying to figure out why I am doing this. I mean it's just for fun anyways. and what fun is waking up so damn early. If it weren't for knowing that Princess DJM was waiting for me and Princess Cathy at the start line, I totally would have said forget it - and jsut gone to the parks to play...after sleeping in of course. &lt;br /&gt;but we made it to the bus and o the race. It ws SO COLD! Coldest race I have ever done. and I was not prepared for it - I mean I was in Florida after all. but no 30-something degrees sucks. My hands were SO cold. good thing I had packed capris...even though they had a hole in the crotch. I was wearing a skirt on top of them. &lt;br /&gt;the time was nearing. about 1 minute before the fireworks (ironman has a canon, Princess gets fireworks), I looked at Princess DJM and let her know I felt the rumble - it was going to be a long day. &lt;br /&gt;I could not warm up, but kept moving foward. finally a couple miles I was able to strip off the long sleeved shirt. although I wished i had it back later! &lt;br /&gt;along the way we saw chip and Dale, Princess minnie and Mickey, cinderella, Tiana, ariel, jack sparrow, genie, aladdin, tarzan, peter pan, pinochip and gepeto, woody, gosh so many charachers! I think w&amp;nbsp; stopped at least 20 times. but the lines move fairly quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons: 2 port-o-jon stops, cant in road, narrow roads with 15,000 people gets a little congested, pants with a hole in the crotch is really uncomfrtable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: a race like no other, pixie dust at the finish line, and most of all - the smile on Princess DJM's face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short nap, Princess Cathy and I headed to a day at Magic Kingdon for some rides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunautely the bell man was at my door at 2:15 this morning and the bus was there at 2:30 to take me to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to SQ for the ride home. and to IronGreg for letting&amp;nbsp;me in the condo that he locked me out of :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come. Princess DJM has them and she is still playing at the parks with her lovely family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-4566551335068923650?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4566551335068923650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=4566551335068923650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4566551335068923650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4566551335068923650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/princess-fave.html' title='Princess Fave'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-961582138515871412</id><published>2010-02-18T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:27:18.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Made: Re-Committed</title><content type='html'>I talked it over with IronGreg, Coach K, and training buddies. &lt;br /&gt;I am not even going to attempt this race for time. &lt;br /&gt;(but I REALLY want to b/c a little part of me thinks I can do it)&lt;br /&gt;but instead.... &lt;br /&gt;I am going to take my time. &lt;br /&gt;Run&amp;nbsp;with my friends (when I race I have to be alone).&lt;br /&gt;And stop to take pictures with the Princesses. &lt;br /&gt;After all, this race is about the experience and not a predicted finish time. &lt;br /&gt;We will see how my leg feels and think about Richmond Half Marathon in november...as a married lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-961582138515871412?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/961582138515871412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=961582138515871412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/961582138515871412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/961582138515871412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/02/decision-made-re-committed.html' title='Decision Made: Re-Committed'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2018465682934286182</id><published>2010-02-17T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:41:33.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do....</title><content type='html'>In 15 days I am supposed to run the Disney Princess Half Marathon. &lt;br /&gt;But I am not looking forward to this race. &lt;br /&gt;my shin has been killing me softly. It makes me miss workouts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My whole point of doing this race was to PR. (um is there any other point, seriously?)&lt;br /&gt;See in 2007 I finished in 2:04:06. I was SO close to breaking two hours. &lt;br /&gt;But I had to hit the port-o-jon at mile 10. &lt;br /&gt;So I have gotten the stomach issues under control. &lt;br /&gt;But now I have this whole leg-that-was-cut-open issue. &lt;br /&gt;I am not sure I can run my usual 9:00 pace. &lt;br /&gt;So do I bother going? Or do I stay home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2018465682934286182?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2018465682934286182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2018465682934286182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2018465682934286182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2018465682934286182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-to-do.html' title='what to do....'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-1339751003855974870</id><published>2010-02-02T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:49:34.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Good Start to the Month</title><content type='html'>February. A new month of training. &lt;br /&gt;In January I lost my goal of 2 lbs and 1% body fat. &lt;br /&gt;This month, I get down to business. &lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I decided not to swim b/c the roads were not in ideal conditions from the snow. &lt;br /&gt;then at work I nded up leaving at 8:15...so I missed my 6:00 ride. &lt;br /&gt;this morning I slept right though my alarm clock and multiple texts. &lt;br /&gt;So first of themonth....and I miss my first three workouts. &lt;br /&gt;Not the best way to start the month. &lt;br /&gt;But I guess I can only get better from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-1339751003855974870?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1339751003855974870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=1339751003855974870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1339751003855974870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1339751003855974870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-good-start-to-month.html' title='Not a Good Start to the Month'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-9055181640705586273</id><published>2010-01-30T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:33:10.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and the YMCA</title><content type='html'>It's snowing in Richmond. &lt;br /&gt;Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREAT saturday plan at the Y. &lt;br /&gt;9:15-10:00 - spin class&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - 10:30 - Awesome Abs&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 11:30 - Body Shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it snows in Richmond...the YMCA closes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will get my filing and tax preperations done. not as much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Princess and the Fan Vet. &lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know about this from my rant on Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;Princess was supposed to go to her annual vet appointment this morning, Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;Well her vet, Fan Vet, called Friday to remind us of the appointment. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, thank you for the remidner, we will eb there. &lt;br /&gt;Then they go on to say...&lt;br /&gt;In the event of incelemnt weather (the impending snow), and you are unable to make it, there will be a cancellation fee. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, what! &lt;br /&gt;I got to work. Made an appointment with a reputable vet that is closer to my house and much more technologically saavy. &lt;br /&gt;Then I called Fan Vet. Cancelled the appointment and let them know that I will be picking up her medical records. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no gym. no errands. and no vet appt. &lt;br /&gt;but i am getting my filing done. &lt;br /&gt;and i am goign to a wedding tonight...my feet and legs are going to cold in a dress and heels! brrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-9055181640705586273?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/9055181640705586273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=9055181640705586273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/9055181640705586273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/9055181640705586273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-and-ymca.html' title='Snow and the YMCA'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-6623155055749582789</id><published>2010-01-28T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:35:52.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephew, TD</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to the farm so BIG sister and I could discuss some wedding things over dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIL (brother-in-law) was out of town, so while BIG Sister was cleaning up dinner, I gave TD a bath. &lt;br /&gt;TD has lots of farm animals for the bath that spray water and a book on farm animals and the sounds they make. So while giving him a bath we reviewed our animal sounds. &lt;br /&gt;And I added one. We performed it ALL night. BIG Sister was quite impressed. &lt;br /&gt;ME: What does the cow say?&lt;br /&gt;TD: Moooo&lt;br /&gt;Me: What’s a rooster say?&lt;br /&gt;TD: Cock-a-doo-doo&lt;br /&gt;Me: What does Princess (my dog) say?&lt;br /&gt;TD: Arf! Arf!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What does&amp;nbsp;TD say?&lt;br /&gt;TD: I love Auntie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it gets even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG Sister called to tell me that when she woke TD up this morning the first thing he said was “Where Auntie?”&lt;br /&gt;And when he found out I was not there he ran and stood in the corner saying, “no mama, no! need auntie” and throwing a temper tantrum that I was not there to wake him up. &lt;br /&gt;I am SO the Cool auntie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little booger sure does not how to win over this girl’s heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-6623155055749582789?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6623155055749582789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=6623155055749582789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6623155055749582789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6623155055749582789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-nephew-td.html' title='My Nephew, TD'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8902755763386512143</id><published>2010-01-26T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:12:54.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen city</title><content type='html'>As always, I enjoyed my time in the QC this past weekend. &lt;br /&gt;I can't say I got my long run in, but I got some wedding planning done, and that was the main goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg and I went tasting. we loved all the the food, so now we have to pick which we want to serve. &lt;br /&gt;We were able to pick out the cake! I had a vision in my head, so I met with the pasrty chef and voila! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Marms and I went to meet the florist. The florist who my mom and sister really liked passed away the weekend I got engaged - hmph. So we decided to go with one that came highly recommended to us from many people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figured out how to do place cards. working with creative people comes in handy&amp;nbsp;- we put our heads to gether and one thing came to another and voila! creative place cards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did come back and do my long "run" last night.&amp;nbsp;I got to the gym at 7:00 thinking the post-work rush would be gone. man was I wrong. the first treadmill wasn't going to be open until 7:30 - and with a 75 minute run, I didn't want to push it off 30 minutes. So I hopped on the elliptical and away I went. I pushed it hard. I picked "Random Hills" on a mid-level for the workout. 75 minutes, 8.5 miles, and 650 calories later I was done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 9:00 and by 9:15 ws asleep...in my gym clothes on the sofa. Luckily, IronGreg called and woke me up about an hour later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now if only I could get on treadmills whenever I wanted, could pick out flowers, and food. oh and earrings and shoes. i really want to elope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8902755763386512143?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8902755763386512143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8902755763386512143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8902755763386512143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8902755763386512143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/queen-city.html' title='Queen city'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2777919913953601786</id><published>2010-01-18T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:55:26.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulders</title><content type='html'>This morning at swim class, Coach PK clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;300 warm up instead of 200 - okay.&lt;br /&gt;lots of normal drills - ok.&lt;br /&gt;then what do I hear...&lt;br /&gt;a 200 with 8 (non-modified) push-ups after each 25.&lt;br /&gt;holy shoulders, batman.&lt;br /&gt;I am SO weak. I jsut kept thinking...wedding dress...wedding dress...wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In running news, yesterday the Richmond Princesses met at the TuckY for a 45 minute tmill run. I ran 45 minutes without stopping. It sounds so minor, but after HAVING to take a walk break for the last year - you get used to it. and i finished the run at 7.5...and felt great. maybe this week I will try to kick it up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedding news. not mush to report. this weekend IronGreg and I are heading to the QC to pick out food, cake flavors, and flowers. I am sure we will find other things to cross off the list as well.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I spent HOURS researching flowers and reception decor. there's a lot to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2777919913953601786?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2777919913953601786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2777919913953601786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2777919913953601786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2777919913953601786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/shoulders.html' title='Shoulders'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-4500919447405825232</id><published>2010-01-15T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:28:19.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5k</title><content type='html'>yay! I ran a 5k on the treadmill last night.&lt;br /&gt;Half Marathon trainign has officially started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not sure ifd I shoudl admit this, but I think that was the 1st or 2nd time I ran 30 minutes without taking a walk break since the surgery. Thank God that's behind me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-4500919447405825232?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4500919447405825232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=4500919447405825232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4500919447405825232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4500919447405825232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/5k.html' title='5k'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-8309756989526798339</id><published>2010-01-08T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:16:25.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back Into the Swing of Things</title><content type='html'>Since IMAZ, I have down squat.&lt;br /&gt;Fave = slug.&lt;br /&gt;I hit the recumbant bike at the gym once.&lt;br /&gt;I hit the treadmill...once.&lt;br /&gt;The elliptical...once.&lt;br /&gt;The pool...maybe twice.&lt;br /&gt;I did finally pick up my bike about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't yet put the pedals back on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this week I actually decided to start getting back in shape again.&lt;br /&gt;you know about Tuesday's Track Torture.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;thursday i hit a strength class. my legs were incredibly sore when I woke up and I really didn't want to go - but I thought about that wedding dress and was able to peel myself out of my ncie warm bed.&lt;br /&gt;and what did we do - lots of jumps, lunges, calf raises&lt;br /&gt;needless to say I spent the day yesterday walkign around the office with a limp in my step b/c my legs hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I had left my gym bag in my locker. After my morning workout I kew I would back after work for masters and a run - sounds good, right?&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;so i left my things there. locked of course.&lt;br /&gt;and this morning moseied back over to the gym, having the motivation since all my getting ready things - make-up, hair dryer, etc - were all in that locker.&lt;br /&gt;so i met my friend Kat there for a little t-mill social hour.&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;i managed to squeak out a 15 minute run/walk. you rea that correctly...15 minutes - not miles...minutes.&lt;br /&gt;my quads were cursing my name.&lt;br /&gt;so i hit the recumbant bike for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;then managed to hit the weird lower back/oblique machine for lots of ab/core work.&lt;br /&gt;i really liked it. ew.&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow i am going back and triyng some yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird not training for a big triathlon. i want to do so many things...and I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-8309756989526798339?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8309756989526798339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=8309756989526798339' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8309756989526798339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/8309756989526798339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-back-into-swing-of-things.html' title='Getting Back Into the Swing of Things'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5374059437597970704</id><published>2010-01-06T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:40:48.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to play Basketball - track style.</title><content type='html'>It was FREEZING outside in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;Blasted cold front.&lt;br /&gt;I sure am glad though that I do not live in the lakes region. They were saying how many days in a row it has snowed there - yeah no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in honor of the frigid temperatures, our Coach was "kind" and decided we could do our track workout inside - at the basketball arena at UR.&lt;br /&gt;Although these workouts have happened int he past, I have been fortunate enough to never be able to make one.&lt;br /&gt;Hot damn.&lt;br /&gt;the warm up started witrh a 15-20 minute run of laps around the arena past all the concessions.&lt;br /&gt;First set...&lt;br /&gt;run up and down EVERY set of stairs around the ENTIRE gym.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, did I hear you correctly?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;Up and down.&lt;br /&gt;Taking my time up.&lt;br /&gt;Sprinign down.&lt;br /&gt;Over tiem, the springing slowed. Everything slowed.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't thinkI would ever get to my water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;towards the top the lights were dim and you prayed your feet stayed under you because it would be a long way down.&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;As we run more recovery laps around the arena, I try to remind myself why I was so happy to be out of the cold and in a nice HEATED facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, training 2010 is definitely here.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight = Garage Ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5374059437597970704?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5374059437597970704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5374059437597970704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5374059437597970704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5374059437597970704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-play-basketball-track-style.html' title='How to play Basketball - track style.'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3791812697356374803</id><published>2010-01-05T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:19:42.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check one more off the list</title><content type='html'>Yay! I got the bridesmaids dresses.&lt;br /&gt;They're navy and the 3 girls that tried it on all loved so ding! ding! ding! we found a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year.&lt;br /&gt;Resolution? what's that?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm&lt;br /&gt;Last year I was supposed to go to church kmore often. And i did. for the first 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;this year I am all focused on "wedding arms and honeymoon abs".&lt;br /&gt;so i guess as vain as it sounds, my goal is to get in wedding shape.&lt;br /&gt;sure i just did an ironman, but becuasse trainign took up so much time i haven't seen a weight room in about a YEAR! so you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday started training....&lt;br /&gt;i swam.&lt;br /&gt;i could not pull the water.&lt;br /&gt;Coach K said it's because I took time off - which she wanted me to - but I lost the feel for the water. boo hiss.&lt;br /&gt;tonight i actually am puttng on running shoes! watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3791812697356374803?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3791812697356374803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3791812697356374803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3791812697356374803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3791812697356374803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2010/01/check-one-more-off-list.html' title='Check one more off the list'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3629907731511493389</id><published>2009-12-23T17:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:15:33.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fave 0 - Snow 1</title><content type='html'>Ths snow won.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go BM dress shopping over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Appointment is rescheduled for early January. Snow please don't come back then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel liek Christmas. I try. But I am just not in the spirit. Not grinch, but jksut not feelign the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Heading home with the family tomorrow so maybe that will help. being together. going to mass. taditional christmas morning omelette.&lt;br /&gt;although this year there i sno shopping ont he 26th - I am heading up to spend a few days with the FIL's. meeting the WHOLE gang. it will be nice. hope the air travel is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least i don't have to work until monday. although i think i worked 5 days worth of work and hours in 3.&lt;br /&gt;planned on taking monday off. but not anymore. duty calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let's not even discuss the last time I have seen the inside of the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3629907731511493389?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3629907731511493389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3629907731511493389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3629907731511493389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3629907731511493389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/fave-0-snow-1.html' title='Fave 0 - Snow 1'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7893312144272541889</id><published>2009-12-18T11:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:05:45.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow! Snow! Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can hear the sounds of Bing crosby and Danny Kay singing the song "Snow!" in Irving Berlin's White Christmas (which, by the way, is the best Christmas movie ever). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love fresh snow. The innocence...serenity...gentleness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate snow after about oh 2 days. It's dirty and messy and gets in my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can usually be found doing a dance welcoming the glorious white flakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are scheduled to have 6-12 inches...which is HUGE for Virginia. Especially since we had a good snow last year and usually we don't get snow every year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I have an appointment to go Bridesmaid dress shopping up in Alexandria - about 2 hour drive on a normal day (unless you go at the wrong time and you hit DC traffic. then you just start drinking). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight I will be found in my house doing the "NO Snow" dance! I am not quite sure how it goes, but when I figure it out I am sure I will have it mastered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't consider myself Bridezilla, but all I haVe to say to Mother Nature is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU AREN'T GOING TO STOP ME BECAUSE I'M THE BRIDE! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416623348899556514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/Syu2PME-rKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/j1v58nY8Zlk/s400/219062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7893312144272541889?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7893312144272541889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7893312144272541889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7893312144272541889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7893312144272541889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-snow-snow.html' title='Snow! Snow! Snow!'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/Syu2PME-rKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/j1v58nY8Zlk/s72-c/219062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-3611535843729138059</id><published>2009-12-09T12:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:20:12.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Fave, you are an IRONMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Two weeks ago, I finished my first Ironman - Ironman Arizona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lot to take it and the day went by SO fast. 13 hours and 43 minutes never felt so short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy with the day overall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am amazed and thankful for the support I received from near and far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise I will do a race report. Probably over christmas vacation...sorry for the delay, but I am VERY busy at work - which is a good thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRB...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413287386587543266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/Sx_cMoCnNuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9c38FKD_1kA/s400/IMAZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-3611535843729138059?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3611535843729138059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=3611535843729138059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3611535843729138059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/3611535843729138059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/12/melissa-fave-you-are-ironman.html' title='Melissa Fave, you are an IRONMAN'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/Sx_cMoCnNuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9c38FKD_1kA/s72-c/IMAZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-1345944132089923091</id><published>2009-11-21T18:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:24:47.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAZ Pre-Race</title><content type='html'>damn 64 degree water is cold.&lt;br /&gt;and the sun is hot.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling good. don't feel like i am racing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;have gotten an amazing amount of support.&lt;br /&gt;miss my puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying in bed typing is hard. hence the short sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a cactus for my backyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-1345944132089923091?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1345944132089923091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=1345944132089923091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1345944132089923091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1345944132089923091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/11/imaz-pre-race.html' title='IMAZ Pre-Race'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5110434988508212837</id><published>2009-11-17T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:29:07.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed</title><content type='html'>My race gear is 95% packed.&lt;br /&gt;Jsut need to add a few items like bottled water that I will get in Tempe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clothes are 100% packed.&lt;br /&gt;Just need to add my toiletries on Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My travel clothes for Thursday are all laid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom has been cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;The floors have been mopped/vacuumed.&lt;br /&gt;The laundry has been done.&lt;br /&gt;(some of ) the dusting has been completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have typed up my itinerary for Thursday ending on Monday with my 7am trip to the IM finisher's store.&lt;br /&gt;I have the family grocery list since I get there first. I have to get milk for my FAVorite nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I need to pack my iPod and camera charger! Let me add that to tonight's list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm just about ready to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5110434988508212837?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5110434988508212837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5110434988508212837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5110434988508212837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5110434988508212837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/11/packed.html' title='Packed'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-2182611522220371500</id><published>2009-11-16T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:51:15.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Week</title><content type='html'>It's official.&lt;br /&gt;Race week is here.&lt;br /&gt;6 days to go.&lt;br /&gt;I fly to Arizona on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;My bags are getting packed.&lt;br /&gt;my nerves and anxiety are building.&lt;br /&gt;The miles are in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;I have my plan and I have to stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;I have been worried about the run since the surgery. I ran 5 miles yesterday OUTSIDE and felt good. I am going to try to run a 9:1 interval (run 9 minutes, walk 1 minute). but if I need more, than plan B will be a 4:1 interval. this also helps keep my mind occupied.&lt;br /&gt;Lou and IronGreg will have their running shoes on. Each loop is roughly 8 miles...I hope they are ready to run 8 miles each! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-2182611522220371500?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2182611522220371500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=2182611522220371500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2182611522220371500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/2182611522220371500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/11/race-week.html' title='Race Week'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-7170678086042029667</id><published>2009-11-05T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:45:02.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiwi</title><content type='html'>I haven't been feeling well. Turns out I have a respitory infection.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome - just how I want to go into taper.&lt;br /&gt;I have had more stupid things happen like this during training - it's so annoying, but what can ya do, but roll with it.&lt;br /&gt;So as I lay here...&lt;br /&gt;bored out of my mind...&lt;br /&gt; sick as a dog...&lt;br /&gt;coughing my lungs up...&lt;br /&gt;sneezing my brains out...&lt;br /&gt;and blowing my nose so much I look liek rudolph...&lt;br /&gt;I have watched a lot of random TV.&lt;br /&gt;1. The Price is Right is not the same without Bob Barker. I refuse to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I prefer my soap opera on DVR so I can fast forward through the commercials and hurry up to the good drama.&lt;br /&gt;3. I learned yesteday during the 4:00 news that not only do we have 4:00 news, but also that the kiwi has more vitamin C than the orange and mroe potassium than the banana. IronGreg took me to the grocery store last ngiht where I picked up 6 of these bad boys. So now every day until Ironman I will have a kiwi with my airborne after I use my neti pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to get the humidifier and back to the couch I go.&lt;br /&gt;GO IMFL GIRLS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-7170678086042029667?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7170678086042029667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=7170678086042029667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7170678086042029667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/7170678086042029667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiwi.html' title='Kiwi'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-1275838065487993009</id><published>2009-10-26T17:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:05:06.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Saturday I twisted my ankle as I began my transition run.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I hit my toe so hard on my nephew's high chair. It almost broke. Crooked and swollen, but no black and blue!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I ran smack into a chair at work.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need more sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-1275838065487993009?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1275838065487993009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=1275838065487993009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1275838065487993009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/1275838065487993009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-6093807485795045603</id><published>2009-10-23T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:17:43.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and There</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was the annual TRIgirl Fall Ironman Camp int he Eastern shore that includes a century ride. I wasn't sure if I was goign to go since I have been out of town so much on the weekends, but decided that the time with my training friends was well worth the time away.&lt;br /&gt;Friday after work I drove the 2.5 hours there. Driving across the 18 mile bridge was crazy! Waves crashign below me in the dark. My car swaying in the wind. Just praying that Diamond is securely fastened on top! Boy was I glad to get out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday morning came. 42 degrees. 16-20 mph winds. and rain. and ltos of it. A coupld of us triend to come up with other ways to train and take advantage of the time and not be in the nasty weather. but we pushed onward and upward. It only rained...for the first 3 hours! It was a slow ride. there was no fun to be found. A handful of people yurned around at mile 25 to get in 50 miles. Myself and 3 others turned around at mile 35 to get in 70 miles. And I am okay with that. no regrets. 4 poeple did the 100 and they were miserable. yeah see not for me. when the fun factor is lost what's the point? i've ridden 112 a few weeks ago. and i have a few more weeks before taper.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately on sunday sicne there were 20-30 mph winds, I put my bike INSIDE my car for the journey home back over the 18 mile bridge. as I was nearing the bridge there were construction signs warning on the winds and the restriction going over the bridge. driving over the bridge was like a movie. waves crashing against the bidge - hitting my car! it was plain nuts. But I did find out that those who had their bike on top of their cars were stopped. a van had to take their bikes across. so they had to get out. take the bikes off. put them in this random van. then meet the van and put them back on top n the freezing cold. but everyone survived. and the trainign continues. this weekend is a nice "recovery" 4 hour ride.&lt;br /&gt;oh i did run 2:4 on the treadmill at the gym! i was tired after 2 hours though. bored. at least there is a tv to watch. to o bad is it not conected to my DVR at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedding updat:&lt;br /&gt;the date is set.&lt;br /&gt;june 19, 2010 at 2:00pm in Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;Church, Reception (caterer and cake maker included), photographer, trolley, trumpeter all booked.&lt;br /&gt;website undre construction.&lt;br /&gt;next weekend are the engagement shots to put in the paper and to make the save the date cards.&lt;br /&gt;it's all falling into place.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard planning a long distance wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg is racing today...but it's tomorrow where he is down under. G'day mate.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a koala and kangaroo or two to come back in his suitcase, but requested no dingos. he offered a snake and jellyfish from the nasty river he swims in. now if that ain't love...&lt;br /&gt;I am so pround of my FAH (Future Awesome Hubby). Go Team USA!!!! Go IronGreg!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-6093807485795045603?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6093807485795045603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=6093807485795045603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6093807485795045603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6093807485795045603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-and-there.html' title='Here and There'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-4730220839226428407</id><published>2009-10-12T12:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:34:56.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I said yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;October 11th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day that I will never forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the day my father lost his battle with cancer - 17 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year the memories associated with this day were changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out as every sunday these days does, with a long run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, though, a group of us were headed to the Charlottesville area to do some wine tasting. Our first stop was &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kingfamilyvineyards.com"&gt;King&lt;/a&gt; Family Vineyards - my fave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our rowdy crew enjoyed the private barrel-room tasting as we checked off who knew wine facts! (Lou). We decided that our next stop will be Veritas. A favorite of some of my friends, but yet I have never been there. As we were getting ready to leave KFV I told Greg that Veritas is special b/c my good friend Barrett proposed to his lovely fiance, Tyler, there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way we passed &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pollackvineyards.com"&gt;Pollack&lt;/a&gt; Vineyards and made a last minute decision to stop there first. When we got there we decided that after the wine we consumed we should pause for a picnic. We decide that some will go inside and buy a few bottles and I will lay out the picnic. So Miso and Aaron, and IronGreg and I begin to lay out the picnic. Miso and Aaron decide to go check on the wine choices, and Greg and I go for a walk through the vineyards. His palms were sweaty and I am quite curious. We chatted about the memories of the day and how in one second your whole life changes. (not thinking that I am totally setting him up!) As we mosey on around the vineyards, everything is so pretty, so I suggest that we take some pictures (surprise I want pictures). After a few shots, IronGreg asks me to stand under a tree and he will take my picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he takes the picture he takes it on one knee. It didn't phase me at first. Then I walk over to him and look at the pictur e- he is still on one knee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fave: Now let me take one of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IronGreg: Okay. But I think it would be better if you were wearing...this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pulled out the most beautiful ring. A custom design we made together and itturned out bette than I imagined. So beautiful in fact that the designer wants to use it! um don't we have a patent on this design?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So IronGreg asks me to marry him. And what do I say? "For real?" I am so romantic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He slips the ring on my finger and after lots of hugs and kisses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IronGreg: So it that a yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fave: Yes! Did I not say yes? oops, of course it's a yes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We return to the rast of the group who all have been in onthis and are eargerly awaiting our return. Lou has the whole patio toast to our new engagement. there was one couple there celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary and another couple celebrating their 24th! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After allthe excitement and phone calls and rinks and eats at Pollack, we finally make our way to Veritas, where a wedding is about to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.veritasvineyards.com"&gt;Veritas&lt;/a&gt; I have to text Barrett who got engaged here and waddaya know - he and Tyler were sitting on the patio! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we return to Richmond and the FIL's were driving through town and knew what was happening, so we finished the night off with dinner at The Boathouse at Rockett's Landing. Wonderful champagne and more wine of course! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a day that was filled with sad memories, has been changed in a second. And is now filled with joy and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, IronGreg! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and when I called my brother he was on the trainer and his response, "so can IronGreg and I wear spandex to the wedding?" oh he's a funny one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all my friends who helped make this day so special. I look forward to the times and memories to come. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391767583826965858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/StNoDPl49WI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q3gmDe0XGds/s400/Engaged.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-4730220839226428407?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4730220839226428407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=4730220839226428407' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4730220839226428407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4730220839226428407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-said-yes.html' title='I said yes.'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3PVtfYkLSI/StNoDPl49WI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q3gmDe0XGds/s72-c/Engaged.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-6384776614055325688</id><published>2009-10-06T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:57:31.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Life gets away sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patriot's HIM&lt;br /&gt;I did half a report.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately I struggled the whole race with getting over the bad swim.&lt;br /&gt;I did have a good run especially considering it was the longest run post-op.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow...I PR'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chesapeakman AV&lt;br /&gt;I finished.&lt;br /&gt;The Choptank is definitely shoppy. It as the first time I threw up WHILE swimming. I went to go take a breathe and - didn't even know it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;Some poeple threw up multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;I sang a song to myself about being a sock in a washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;I did not get lost.&lt;br /&gt;But was slower than anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;It was longest swim ever, so high five to that.&lt;br /&gt;the bike was windy - my number one nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;But I pushed on through and finished it in 6:45.&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing to go off of, I am ine with this.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I ended up 3rd in my AG. now there were only 7 people, but hey that means i was in the top 50% which is always my goal.&lt;br /&gt;so high five to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uvamargo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Margo&lt;/a&gt; and rich got married.&lt;br /&gt;i am back to running on the treadmill for long runs.&lt;br /&gt;i got my dress for S&lt;a href="http://jandshea.blogspot.com/"&gt;hea&lt;/a&gt; and jason's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;i had flu-like symptoms last week and am still weak, but much better and no more fever and can talk again. i rode with mi amigas last night and they kicked my butt. my HR was higher than it should be on the bike. but lower than the 230 it hit on thursday after 10 minutes. (Clearly i got off the bike and called it a day then.)&lt;br /&gt;i started listening to a book on "tape" (iPod) and now I just want to drive around all day. I downloaded a couple books, bu am currently listening to The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks - only about 90 minutes to go. That could get to and fro the outlets...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I am going wine tasting on sunday and it can't get here fast enough. i already have my outfit picked out.&lt;br /&gt;well that's about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;back to work.&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-6384776614055325688?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6384776614055325688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=6384776614055325688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6384776614055325688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/6384776614055325688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-5949747983849553072</id><published>2009-09-25T07:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:24:16.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C-Man</title><content type='html'>Yes I know it has been 2 weeks sicne Patriot's HIM and I have yet to finish the race report - I promise I will get to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am doign the longest race to date.&lt;br /&gt;Chesapeakman Aquavelo.&lt;br /&gt;This is a local (well 4 hours away) Iron-distance race, that is not produced by Ironman.&lt;br /&gt;The timing of it is perfect to use the Aquavelo division as a training race for those fall IM's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 mile swim inthe Choptank river.&lt;br /&gt;* i have been told it's called the Choptank for a reason. It's Choppy.&lt;br /&gt;* I have been advised to wear a long-sleeved wetsuit to avoid the stinging nettles.&lt;br /&gt;* this swim questions why I am doing this particular event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112 mile ride through Maryland&lt;br /&gt;* well I rode 97 mile about a month or so ago.&lt;br /&gt;* I hope I like my new saddle now that it is postitioned correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fever blister.&lt;br /&gt;I have a stye.&lt;br /&gt;I am all packed and ready to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-5949747983849553072?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5949747983849553072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=5949747983849553072' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5949747983849553072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/5949747983849553072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/09/c-man.html' title='C-Man'/><author><name>Fave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16111543741924344165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47866779530251481.post-4271530659219374407</id><published>2009-09-14T12:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:49:06.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriot's Half Iron: A Comedy of Errors</title><content type='html'>Half Ironman #4 requires just as much attention as #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave work around 5:00.&lt;br /&gt;Ride for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Run for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Bring bike to IronGreg's so he can clean and lube the chain.&lt;br /&gt;IronGreg to kindly make Chicken and Rice pre-race dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Go home and pack.&lt;br /&gt;Bed at 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What really happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left work around 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;Rode on trainer for 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Call IronGreg to give him the "get dinner ready" call as he asked em to do.&lt;br /&gt;Ran 2 miles - about 18 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Bring bike to IronGreg's about 8:15 - behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner has not been started.&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;9:30 - get home and pack. almost forgot what to pack...like a race belt!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - finally go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race Morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 - wake up, eat oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;4:00 - pack car&lt;br /&gt;4:15 - leave&lt;br /&gt;4:30 - meet Zona to combine cars and hit road to race. eat bar.&lt;br /&gt;5:30 - arrive at race site. packet-pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Really Happened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:45 - wake up, eat oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;4:15 - pack car&lt;br /&gt;4:20 - leave&lt;br /&gt;4:45 - get on road to race. eat bar.&lt;br /&gt;5:45 arrive at race.&lt;br /&gt;It was SOOO dark. Grass in parking was cold and wet in my flipper floppers.&lt;br /&gt;I get my packet and my chip. I will put my stuff down then come back for body marking.&lt;br /&gt;I find my rack and set everything up. Perfect. Then I realize the rack next to me is higher numbers than mine. Hmm I am on the rack for 145-150. Oh but I am 144. Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;One row down - other end. Drat! the guy next to me offers to help me move my stuff, but I put on my big girl panties and deal with it. Set up at my new spot, fortunately still ont he end of the rack. I go to put my aerobottle on and hmm I am missing a rubber band. well I had it earlier. Must be at the other biek rack. but i can't see anything because it's so damn dark! I'll get to that later. I keep setting everything up. time to put my ship on my strap. Hmm where's the chip. I must have put it in my packet. SherpaLynn took that to the car already - ack! She brings back the bag. It's nto int here! Insert expletive. Sherpa Lynn plays the part of Favey and is able to get me a replacement ship - shew. disaster averted. now I can go to the bathroom. I am SO behind schedule now. Oh and I found the rubber band at the other rack. Everyone is heading down to the stat - sheisty I don't even have my wetsuit on! I get donw there and realize that I left my pre-swiim shot block at my bag - oh well, too late now. I am talking with my friends when IronLynn tells G and I that our wave is in the water - insert expletive. Run down and make it in with about 30 seconds befor ethe gun goes off - so much for warming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim around before the race to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;Work on pushing it harder than I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;Draft.&lt;br /&gt;Sight. Trying nto to tred water to get my bearings, but keep it going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Really Happened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got int he water in jsut enough time to start the race.&lt;br /&gt;No warming up.&lt;br /&gt;I kept up a good pace and was in a pack - never swam in quite a pack before, since I usually try to pull away to find my rhythm without getting knocked around. I kept telling myself that's not going to be possilbe at IMAZ so I need to practice now. And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;Sighting was going well. I thought the buoys were a little far apart, but I was able to keep in line with them.&lt;br /&gt;I passed two orange buoys and then came the yellow one - time to turn left.&lt;br /&gt;I love making turns, it's like I hit a mini-milestone or something. I breathe a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a could more orange buoys and kept them on my left. The pack was thinning out some, but I was still in a good group. Someone was all up in my feet - I mean we all want to draft, but damn stop pulling my feet under. Kick. See ya later. Okay here's comes the next yellow buoy, another left turn.&lt;br /&gt;And where do I go from here? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Well the buoys are way to my left and people are way to my right AND to my left. Expletive. Expletive. Expletive.&lt;br /&gt;Okay right before the race Coach G was telling a new open water swimmer how you shoudl nto follow people but stay on course yourself, so that's what I should do - glad I heard that reminder. I will swim over to the orange buoys.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like Dory in Finding Nemo. Swimming Swimming Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;then I realize the fate of my swim.&lt;br /&gt;Thsoe buoys to my left - yeah those are the ones we used to get out for the first leg of the swim.&lt;br /&gt;Insert major expletive.&lt;br /&gt;Keep pushing hard. (err pulling hard)&lt;br /&gt;Finally I see the yellow wiggly man on shore.&lt;br /&gt;Then some kayaker tells me I should move for a boat. yeah F-you woman, I am swimming here.&lt;br /&gt;I stand up and look at my watch.&lt;br /&gt;I will not repeat what I said.&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy from the race production company on shore - I let him know how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;So guess how many buiys directed you back in?&lt;br /&gt;ZERO!&lt;br /&gt;I was running up towards transition and saw 2 of my girls, Lou and KO. It was all I could do to hold back the tears as I gave them the thumbs down with my best pouty face.&lt;br /&gt;I am STILL spitting nails. I have worked so hard on my swimming for this?!&lt;br /&gt;Official Swim Time: 55:09&lt;br /&gt;A/G: 25/29 86%&lt;br /&gt;* This is the LONGEST HIM swim I have done. I recently swam a lap of the IMUSA course in 38 mintues WITH my coach messing with me. Now I know this course has current. People I usually swim with hit 41-44 mintues. So I assume I was about 10 minutes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bike...&lt;br /&gt;The Plan&lt;br /&gt;The plan was simple. Push it harder than I am used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47866779530251481-4271530659219374407?l=faveistri-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4271530659219374407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47866779530251481&amp;postID=4271530659219374407' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4271530659219374407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47866779530251481/posts/default/4271530659219374407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faveistri-ing.blogspot.com/2009/09/patriots-half-iron-comedy-of-errors.html' title='Patriot&apos;s Half Iron: A Comedy of Errors'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
