<?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-7975255013741624013</id><updated>2011-10-24T15:50:28.532-07:00</updated><category term='motivation'/><category term='running'/><category term='healthy eating'/><category term='safety'/><category term='shin splints'/><title type='text'>Putting My Best Foot Forward</title><subtitle type='html'>Yesterday is done, tomorrow has yet to arrive. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-3256318846581147653</id><published>2011-06-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:41:09.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My P90X Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realbeauty.com/cm/realbeauty/images/zO/rb-taking-waist-measurement-0809-lgn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.realbeauty.com/cm/realbeauty/images/zO/rb-taking-waist-measurement-0809-lgn.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered P90X last week and I finally got it in the mail this week.&amp;nbsp; Not going to lie, I was extremely pumped about trying the new version out.&amp;nbsp; I went to my Mom's house this week so my sister could take my measurements and pictures, then we were all planning on going to dinner together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, I put on my bathing suit and stood in front of a wall and had my sister take the pictures.&amp;nbsp; I am not quite sure what I was expecting, but the pictures were much worse than I ever imagined.&amp;nbsp; How in the world does someone let themselves go this far?&amp;nbsp; I have been putting off "being healthy" for too long.&amp;nbsp; Seems like everyday I am telling myself, "I'll start tomorrow" and tomorrow never comes.&amp;nbsp; I suppose taking these pictures really lit a fire and I feel more motivated than ever.&amp;nbsp; I just cannot do this to myself any longer.&amp;nbsp; That night, rather&amp;nbsp;than going out to dinner, I went home and cooked a healthy dinner for myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Currently, I am only on day two of P90X, but I feel very optimistic about the program.&amp;nbsp; I am tracking what I eat and trying very hard to stay away from all those delicious carbohydrates.&amp;nbsp; I am going to also try to blog more often because I really need to keep myself accountable.&amp;nbsp; I am not going to wait for tomorrow any longer....today is the day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-3256318846581147653?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/3256318846581147653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-p90x-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3256318846581147653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3256318846581147653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-p90x-journey.html' title='My P90X Journey'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-2473473684893159245</id><published>2011-01-18T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T08:30:02.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 lbs Lighter...I Could Get Used To This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://planetgreen.discovery.com/food-health/images/2008-01/2008-01-23_144029-brown-bag-lunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 151px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 232px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" n4="true" src="http://planetgreen.discovery.com/food-health/images/2008-01/2008-01-23_144029-brown-bag-lunch.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, week one complete on Weight Watchers and I am down 4 lbs! I won't lie, it is much harder than I thought.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; just never realized how much I actually eat while watching TV at night.&amp;nbsp; Mindless munching really adds up!&amp;nbsp; During the week, it is much easier to eat healthy and stick to the plan because I am on a schedule.&amp;nbsp;This weekend however, was a completely different story.&amp;nbsp; I went out to eat several times and was not on a schedule what so ever.&amp;nbsp; My biggest downfall is that when I do go out to eat, I have a really hard time making healthy choices.&amp;nbsp; Sure, I know what I *&lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt;* order, but do I actually order it? No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, my goal is to limit my going out to eat to one meal.&amp;nbsp; This will be a stretch for me because I tend to go out to eat quite a bit with a coworker during lunch.&amp;nbsp; I always take my lunch to work, but when the opportunity to go out to eat comes along, I never pass it up.&amp;nbsp; Today, I brought some grilled chicken with fresh vegetables for lunch and plan to actually eat it rather than going out.&amp;nbsp; Not only will this goal help my waistline, it will also help out my wallet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anyone has good suggestions about how to curb the nighttime snacking, I would love to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-2473473684893159245?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/2473473684893159245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-lbs-lighteri-could-get-used-to-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2473473684893159245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2473473684893159245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-lbs-lighteri-could-get-used-to-this.html' title='4 lbs Lighter...I Could Get Used To This!'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-5874074908788816413</id><published>2011-01-13T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:10:07.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalediet.com/images/weight-watchers.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://www.femalediet.com/images/weight-watchers.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In the past few years, I have noticed that my body reacts more to food than exercise.&amp;nbsp; I can exercise all I want, but if I don't change my eating habits, nothing is going to change.&amp;nbsp; Since September,&amp;nbsp; I have loosely followed the Weight Watchers plan.&amp;nbsp; I have not officially signed up, but I have been tracking all of my points in a small black journal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Along with everyone else, I have decided to watch my diet in 2011.&amp;nbsp; I have been following the plan strictly since the first of the month and already, I am down three pounds.&amp;nbsp; I love the Weight Watchers PointsPlus plan because it really forces you to keep track of the amount of protein, carbs, fats and fiber you are putting into your body.&amp;nbsp; This plan also forces you to keep track of portion sizes.&amp;nbsp; I have been measuring every thing I eat lately, and I find it so interesting how small portions actually are.&amp;nbsp; Before, I would always look at calories, fats, etc, but I never actually looked at the portion sizes.&amp;nbsp; Ritz crackers for example, sure, the whole wheat crackers are only 70 calories. But when you actually look at the portion size, it is only FIVE crackers! That is not a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So far, I am loving the new PointsPlus plan and am very excited about what the future holds :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-5874074908788816413?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/5874074908788816413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2011/01/weight-watchers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5874074908788816413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5874074908788816413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2011/01/weight-watchers.html' title='Weight Watchers'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-7575649823407336431</id><published>2010-12-09T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:55:25.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿What is on your Christmas List this year? New shoes? A new iPod? This year my Christmas List consists of three things. Grey’s Anatomy Season 6, a new DVD player and coffee/end tables for my living room. Basically, my list consists of totally unnecessary, material things. I don’t know about you, but I also tend to spend a ton on ridiculous Christmas decorations for my apartment. Every surface of my apartment is covered in snowmen, Christmas lights and other red and green decorations. I even went as far as buying a rhinestone encrusted Hello Kitty stocking for myself. Totally unnecessary.﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TQFP_Y1vrsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8Kyav_-oAGk/s1600/mail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TQFP_Y1vrsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8Kyav_-oAGk/s320/mail.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new stocking.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿I came into work this week to notice a bulletin board full of gifts to donate for the Holiday Gift Drive. To be honest, I normally walk right by Gift Trees and Gift Drives because I feel like I have enough Christmas shopping to do for my family. Selfish, right? Well, today, I stopped just to look. Two of the gifts caught my eye. One was for a Mom and all she wanted was makeup and the other was for a Pre-Teen and wanted manicure supplies. How simple. I can’t even count the number of nail polishes I have sitting in a container in my apartment. As for makeup, I spent a whole $100 dollars on a huge metal tote to put all of my makeup in. Makeup and manicure supplies are staple items in my apartment. For these two individuals, makeup and manicure supplies are luxuries items that they cannot afford. ﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿I pulled these two names off of the bulletin board this year and I might even grab a couple more. Their wants are so simple and things that I take for granted every day. Why not donate gifts and give the less fortunate their simple Christmas wish? I understand people’s wallets are bare this time of year like mine, Christmas is expensive. Skip that morning latte this week and put that money toward a better cause. I look forward to going out and buying makeup and manicure supplies for these two individuals this weekend. Hopefully these gifts will put a smile on their faces this Christmas :) &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-7575649823407336431?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/7575649823407336431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7575649823407336431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7575649823407336431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TQFP_Y1vrsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8Kyav_-oAGk/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-1972611382416633490</id><published>2010-12-09T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:13:13.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderation is Your Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dcr0451l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dcr0451l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; I have been struggling lately with this concept of moderation. Whether it be with eating or working out, I want all or nothing. If I don't have time to do a 90 minute workout or more, I tend not to go at all. This is an attitude that I have struggled with for a while now and it really needs to change. Lately, every time I go to the gym and workout, I leave in pain. I ran four miles at the gym yesterday and finished off with an hour on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt;. Today, my knee feels so weak that it is on the verge of dislocating. Why am I not satisfied with four miles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a few people ask me if I am going to try to train and run a marathon soon. To be honest, I am so scared. If I don't get this moderation issue under control, I am going to end up hurting myself like I have in the past. I tend to try and "beat" my training schedule. If it says "Run 4 miles", I will end up running 5 just because I can. The point of a training schedule is not to beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My struggle with moderation will not stop me from reaching my goals to be a marathoner. I suppose I need to take each day one at a time and remember too much of a good thing is actually a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-1972611382416633490?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/1972611382416633490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/12/moderation-is-your-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1972611382416633490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1972611382416633490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/12/moderation-is-your-friend.html' title='Moderation is Your Friend'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-3735565752156499552</id><published>2010-12-08T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:07:45.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kind Gesture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TP_JOaM0dvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rOZuIDhd32Q/s1600/205105673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548374515332183794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TP_JOaM0dvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rOZuIDhd32Q/s320/205105673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day. ~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been a stressful one and it is only Wednesday! Yesterday, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delivery every&lt;/span&gt; at work. Flowers and a teddy bear with a kind note attached. I find it so amazing how my day can go from sour to sweet within just a few moments. This kind gesture completely made my day and left a permanent smile on my face. Just makes me think, how often do I go out of my day to bring a smile to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; face? I can answer that for you. Not often enough. From now on, I am going make a special effort everyday to bring a smile to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you made someone smile today? :)&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/7975255013741624013-3735565752156499552?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/3735565752156499552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/12/kind-gesture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3735565752156499552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3735565752156499552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/12/kind-gesture.html' title='A Kind Gesture'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TP_JOaM0dvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rOZuIDhd32Q/s72-c/205105673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-8009586964897581542</id><published>2010-12-08T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:37:37.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TP_A5ljsyRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9yBR99ZLQ1c/s1600/76222_10150284130430162_691500161_15602323_1646588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548365361510664466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TP_A5ljsyRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9yBR99ZLQ1c/s320/76222_10150284130430162_691500161_15602323_1646588_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Time sure flies when you are busy! Life has been full of wonderful changes lately. Since the last time I blogged, I graduated college with a double major in Finance and Economics, I moved back to the city, started a new job and I bought a puppy. Life has been nothing less than fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to introduce my new puppy. Her name is Sadie and she is a seven month old long haired Chihuahua. I have never had a pet of my own before and never intended on buying a puppy at this age. But once I met her back in July, I couldn't let her go. Five months later and I still think Sadie was the best purchase I have ever made. She is full of spunk and personality and she truly brings me joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That is all for now. Life is good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TP_CIwBnvtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/l6OhLW7oXHE/s1600/39839_10150221809860162_691500161_14182223_8347586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548366721530183378" style="WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TP_CIwBnvtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/l6OhLW7oXHE/s320/39839_10150221809860162_691500161_14182223_8347586_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-8009586964897581542?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/8009586964897581542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8009586964897581542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8009586964897581542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, No Blog'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/TP_A5ljsyRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9yBR99ZLQ1c/s72-c/76222_10150284130430162_691500161_15602323_1646588_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-6999005719898070532</id><published>2010-04-27T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:56:19.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw Food Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://isiria.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/rawfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://isiria.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/rawfood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have this new obsession I must tell you about. Raw food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my finals for winter quarter last month. Finals are stressful. I feel like I eat a ton of comfort foods during finals week to ease the stress. Not sure why I do it because when finals week is over, I feel like a slug. A slug full of over processed, fat foods. Instead of running and working out a little bit more, I tried something a bit more drastic. I did a 21 day raw food detox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 21 day raw food detox was A-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MAZING&lt;/span&gt;. I was able to eat all fruits, vegetables, brown rice, nuts, seeds, juice, tea and soy products. This detox required me to give up bread, dairy and meat. This was incredibly hard for me because my usual diet consisted of bread, dairy and meat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started out my day with a smoothie with orange juice, any fruit and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chia&lt;/span&gt; seeds. Lunch, I ate raw almonds, bananas and brown rice cakes. Snacks would consist of raw fruits and veggies. Dinner was the hardest meal to figure out what to eat. I ate a lot of tofu for dinner as well as brown rice with lots of veggies. I allowed myself to drink coffee and drank a lot of soy milk and water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This detox forced me to change the way I ate. I began shopping at the Food Co-Op as well as the natural section in the grocery store. Since I was so limited on what I could eat, I stopped looking at the amount of calories in the food, and started looking at the ingredients. Its important to be aware of the calories, but the ingredients are so important! Once I started reading the ingredient list of the back of food, my food options became endless! I don't normally cook 'raw', so I looked to many blogs and websites for help. Also, going out to eat became almost impossible. I had to seek out restaurants that were vegan, or had vegan options. The first week of the detox was the worst. All I wanted was a loaf of bread and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheetos&lt;/span&gt;. By the second week, all of my cravings disappeared. I started to have more energy and fewer headaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 21 days are over and I feel amazing. I am a trimmed down, healthier version of myself. Although I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; plan to become vegan, I do want to incorporate more vegan options into my current diet. I have learned how to cook with more fruits and veggies and eat less bread. I know this detox is not realistic for everyone, but I would highly recommend it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raw foods to the rescue :)&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/7975255013741624013-6999005719898070532?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/6999005719898070532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/04/raw-food-anyone.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6999005719898070532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6999005719898070532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/04/raw-food-anyone.html' title='Raw Food Anyone?'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-5183986338041808220</id><published>2010-04-26T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:13:51.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mytriathlonjewelry.com/images/126.0991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 344px;" src="http://www.mytriathlonjewelry.com/images/126.0991.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have not updated my blog in quite some time now.  There has been many changes in my life that I should probably update you on :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have lost my desire for running.  I let the people who I surround myself with convince me that I am not good enough, not strong enough and not fast enough.  When I signed up for the Eugene Marathon back in November, I thought that I would have tons of support and possibly a running partner, but honestly, nothing changed.  I really shouldn't have listened to what other people said and should have looked  a running group for support.  On top of this, I allowed running to get further and further down on my list to do.  Running was once a hobby, my passion, my escape.  The moment I signed up for my marathon, running instantly became a chore.  Training was something I had to do, not something I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the Eugene Marathon when I had a fractured shin.  I thought that I would have plenty of time to recover and train for the marathon since it was six months away.  Before my shin fracture, I could run an 8 mile minute no problem. After the fracture, I had a hard time running an 11 minute mile.  And boom, my love for running when out the door.  Running became instantly hard.  Getting winded after one mile was horrible.  Instead of trying harder, I decided to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to say, I will not be running the Eugene Marathon this weekend.  But honestly, I don't want to run this marathon.  I wish they would cancel the marathon so I can get rid of the guilt.  But I am happy to say that I am determined to find my love for running again.  I am not going to let the excuses above stop me this time. I don't think I will be signing up for another marathon anytime soon, but I can promise, I WILL run a marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few months,  I have stopped using Twitter and this blog because I was so incredibly embarrassed about my running, or lack there of.  But, I am coming back.  Twitter was the one place I could always look to for running advice and support.  I am determined to find my love for running, because honestly, life is better as a runner :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-5183986338041808220?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/5183986338041808220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5183986338041808220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5183986338041808220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-love.html' title='Lost Love'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-8232883420001652631</id><published>2009-12-22T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:52:20.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://explorepahistory.com/images/ExplorePAHistory-a0l8q6-a_349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://explorepahistory.com/images/ExplorePAHistory-a0l8q6-a_349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I blogged a couple weeks ago about an experience I had at Starbucks. In that post I talked a lot about wanting to volunteer and give back this Christmas. Well, I did just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, brother and I decided to volunteer at the food bank this last Friday and Saturday. On Friday, all we did was get shipments of food, sort the food into different baskets and bag up the produce. We spent most of our time bagging up oranges, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;, apples, pears and onions. This produce came from grocery stores. Once the grocery stores can no longer sell the produce, it is sent to the food bank. All of the produce is still edible, but it doesn't look very appetizing. Although the fruit had dirt on it and brown spots, for someone who really needed the food and was hungry, the food was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the food bank on Saturday morning, the employees explained to us how the food bank works. Each family gets a green card and it says how many people are in their family. If the family has less than 2 people on their card, they get one item out of each bin. If the family has 3-5 they get two items out of each bin, and so on. My mom and I were at the produce station. I was in charge of a basket of oranges and then a miscellaneous basket of fruit. Depending on the number of people in the family, they could take one bag of oranges and one bag of miscellaneous fruit. My mom was in charge of potatoes, onions and a miscellaneous basket of vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a lot of expectations of what I thought the food bank would be like. I thought the families were going to be so appreciative and so thankful. Boy was I wrong. For most (not all)of the families, this was a way of life. They came through the line at the food bank like they were on a mission to get the best food and get as much as they could shimmy out of us. We were told to hand out the bags of produce and not to let the families rummage through the bins. I remember on lady came through the line and she had a one on her card, meaning she was the only person in the family. She turned her nose up to all of the fruit I offered her and went on to tell me how gross the fruit looked. What did she expect?! Shes at the food bank! If you are really that poor, I would have thought you would be grateful for ANY food that was offered to you. Just because the oranges have a little dirt on them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean they are bad, wash them off! Another woman came through the line and tried to hackle everyone for more food. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; allowed to hand out more food to people because they wanted to have enough for everyone (there were about 500-600 families that came). Once this woman got her vegetables from my mom, she bent down, opened her bag and stole several bags of green onions out of a basket next to my mom. Another man came through the line and caused quite the commotion because he thought us volunteers stole his reusable bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. Of the 500-600 people that came through the food bank, I bet less than 20 people said thank you. It was as if we owed them this food. The families seemed a little bitter towards us as well, like that we thought we were better than them, which is so far from the truth. Most of the people were elders or disabled. Several people who came though had on nice designer jeans and designer purses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy that I was able to give back to my community but I was very shocked by what I saw. I didn't volunteer at the food bank for a pat on the back from the families at the food bank, so I really shouldn't be complaining. Although there were many negatives at the food bank, there were also many positives. There was a young mom and her children who came through the line. My brother was handing out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danimal&lt;/span&gt; yogurts. The little boys eyes lit up when he saw the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danimals&lt;/span&gt; yogurt. Its little moments like seeing the little boys eyes light up that made the experience so fulfilling. I was also surprised at a couple mothers who came through the line. I would hand them a bag of apples and they would say 'No thank you, I still have an apple sitting on the counter at home. I'll leave those apple for someone who really needs them'. It was nice to see that some people would only take what they needed and leave the food for someone else who needed the food more than them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a fulfilling experience and I hope to continue volunteering and giving back to my community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-8232883420001652631?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/8232883420001652631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-blogged-couple-weeks-ago-about.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8232883420001652631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8232883420001652631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-blogged-couple-weeks-ago-about.html' title='Food Bank'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-7789457464243881142</id><published>2009-12-03T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:07:38.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments That Change Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411203629139629730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/Sxh1B-osFqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S99pVLMdOE4/s400/Jessica%27s+Pics+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have moments in our lives that change us forever. Sometimes these moments break us and turn our lives upside down. In the end, everything happens for a reason whether it be to open our eyes or to make us stronger. I can think of three instances in my life that have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; impacted me and made me a stronger person. One of these instances happened on December 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can remember this day like it was yesterday. I was a junior in high school and had just got my license. I drove a 1993, white mustang with red interior. I remember the day I bought the car. My Dad made me buy the car and I sat on my porch and cried. I couldn't believe I was going to have to drive that car. My friends all had new cars that their parents had bought them. Not going to lie, I was insanely jealous of them. They drove brand new cars while I drove an old mustang with red interior. My friends always joked that they could see me coming from a mile away because of my red interior. Although it wasn't the car of my choice, I began to love that car, after all, my hard earned money bought that car. I always poked jokes about my car in front of my friends. I would always say 'I just want to roll that car so I can get a new one!'. I suppose I spoke too soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On December 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I was at my boyfriend's (at the time) house about to leave to make it home for dinner. He was joining my family for dinner that evening and was going to follow me to my house. Before I hopped in my car, I remember feeling like there was a rock in my stomach. Something wasn't quite right for some reason. I got in my car and something told me not to lock my doors (which I always do). Another thought popped in my head. I remember thinking that I should have told him I love him in case I die. Very weird. So, I told him I loved him and drove off. I pulled out of his neighborhood and got into the right hand turn lane. The straight/left hand turn lane was backed up and the cars were at a complete stop. I sped right past the stopped cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/Sxh2LvtdWuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lIWkQaPqzG4/s1600-h/Jessica%27s+Pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411204896443423458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/Sxh2LvtdWuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lIWkQaPqzG4/s400/Jessica%27s+Pics+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gold car that had been stopped in the other turn lane decided it wanted to turn right instead. The gold car inched its front out into the right hand turn lane. My first reaction was to swerve out of the way. My car popped up over the curb and ran into a rockery. Since it was raining, my car slipped on the rockery and rolled. It all happened in slow motion. I remember hanging from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; and seeing nothing but glass and pavement. I didn't know what to do so I just screamed. A man appeared and ripped open my door just enough to pull me out of my car. (If I would have locked my doors, my door would have been jammed shut). I got out of the car and the man was no where to be seen. It was almost as if he wasn't there at all, we like to think it was my guardian angel. My boyfriend hopped out of his car and called the ambulance. The gold car didn't stop for a second, just drove off.  I may not have hit the car, but there is no way they didn't see or hear my car roll.  17 (hot) firefighters came to the scene and were shocked I was ok. They strapped me to stretcher and took me to the hospital in case of internal injuries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked away from the crash with a fat lip from my airbag, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it. I also walked away from that accident with a lesson I will never forget. Life can be taken from somebody in a matter of seconds with no warning. This was the moment I realized there are so many things to accomplish before my time here is over. When it is my time to go, I want to be remembered as someone who has done great things and has made an impact in people’s lives. I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; learned to never take anything for granted. My accident gives me motivation to work hard and strive for excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a motto in life. "I swear, by my life and my love for it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine." I live my life for me and nobody else. I am going to do what I want, when I want. I remember when I decided I wanted to start running, I asked friends of mine to run with me. Of course, everyone had so many excuses of why they couldn't run with me. If I would have waited for someone to run with me, I would still be waiting. I am going to run the Eugene Marathon because there is no better time than now. If I have to run it alone, so be it. I can't live my life waiting for someone to join me in the activities and adventures that await me. I have to go out and accomplish things on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home, I keep a picture of the car and the mangled license plate from my accident next to my bed as a little reminder of just how lucky I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Life is short. There is no better time than now :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/Sxh1V2I14pI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ywtu5I1Ne1k/s1600-h/Jessica%27s+Pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411203970455954066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/Sxh1V2I14pI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ywtu5I1Ne1k/s400/Jessica%27s+Pics+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/7975255013741624013-7789457464243881142?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/7789457464243881142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/12/moments-that-change-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7789457464243881142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7789457464243881142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/12/moments-that-change-our-lives.html' title='Moments That Change Our Lives'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/Sxh1B-osFqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S99pVLMdOE4/s72-c/Jessica%27s+Pics+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-7179240313773215723</id><published>2009-11-30T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:05:43.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRdP0Zll8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/n7E0gazp1_s/s1600/Jessica%27s+Pics+801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410051578724194242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRdP0Zll8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/n7E0gazp1_s/s400/Jessica%27s+Pics+801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its official, I'm back! I fractured my shin at the end of September after my 300 mile month. Doctor said no running for at least 6 weeks. Well, its been 8 weeks and I did my first run two days ago. I ran around the track and did 2.5 miles until pain in my lower shin set in. I cross trained the last two days. Today, I set out for a 4 mile run. Not going to lie, I was very nervous that my shin would start to hurt after the first mile or two. Well, one mile down, no pain, two miles down, no pain. I was so relieved. I wore my compression socks and wrapped my shin pretty tight. By mile two, my ankle was starting to hurt since my shin was wrapped so tight. I ran the last two miles with just compression socks on. I ran at a 9 minute mile pace, which is much slower than my previous paces. The 9 minute mile felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;good o&lt;/span&gt;n my shins. Running 6 minute miles is not worth it to me if I am going to hurt myself again. I need to focus on my running form, the way my foot strikes the ground and how my body feels. I know I will get back to my 6 minute mile eventually, but this time around, I want to do it with the correct form and injury free! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRbx24fJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/i8MEgP3YMSw/s1600/Jessica%27s+Pics+806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410049964482962930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRbx24fJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/i8MEgP3YMSw/s400/Jessica%27s+Pics+806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410050625200043794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRcYUPttxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vpRe06rV5fM/s400/Jessica%27s+Pics+800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Life is good :) (Pictures from my run!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRcLKJqjaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qbfC69ZVCVE/s1600/Jessica%27s+Pics+802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410050399152016802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRcLKJqjaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qbfC69ZVCVE/s400/Jessica%27s+Pics+802.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRbo5kYfaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_h6h0Z7qMAQ/s1600/Jessica%27s+Pics+805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410049810585124258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRbo5kYfaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_h6h0Z7qMAQ/s400/Jessica%27s+Pics+805.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-7179240313773215723?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/7179240313773215723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7179240313773215723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7179240313773215723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SxRdP0Zll8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/n7E0gazp1_s/s72-c/Jessica%27s+Pics+801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-1230172511757918354</id><published>2009-10-30T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:35:12.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://365daysofgoodness.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/homeless_and_hungry_by_hippykitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://365daysofgoodness.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/homeless_and_hungry_by_hippykitty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I have been off my feet for a couple weeks now, I have had so much extra time to spend studying, working and what not. If you know me, you know that I love to go to Starbucks and read, work or study. An incident at Starbucks I encountered this past Sunday has really left its mark and has me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Starbucks last Sunday to get some work done and do a little studying for my Finance exam. I always sit next to a window, not sure why, but I always do. As I was reading, I heard this thumping coming from outside of Starbucks. When I looked out the window, there was a man who was shaking metal racks with newspapers in them. My first thought was that he had stuck a quarter in the slot and he couldn't open the little door on the box to get his newspaper. He shook the rack for 5 minutes or so. I'm not going to lie, I was giving him the evil eye from inside Starbucks because it was getting really annoying. Once he was done shaking the rack, he moved on to the Seattle Times rack. He shook that thing for another 5 plus minutes. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but all I know is I was about to lose it. The man then walked inside of Starbucks. He was a shorter, very overweight man with big coke bottle glasses on. It became very apparent to me that he most likely had a mental disability. He had two bags over his shoulder as he stood at the entrance of Starbucks. The man began to walk towards me. He approached me and the lady sitting next to me. The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a plastic cap from a Coca Cola bottle. He went on to explain how he had found this cap that was a "buy one get one free" coke. The man had no money and wanted to know if either of us could spare a little change so he could go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haggen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and get a Coke. The lady and I were rather rude and said no when it was very apparent we both had money on us since we had just purchased coffee. He hung his head low and looked devastated. The man then approached every single person in Starbucks for a little bit of change for a Coke. Not one person in the whole entire Starbucks had a little change to spare for this man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask any one I know, and they will tell you I refuse to give money to homeless people. I work hard for my money and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I should have to give my hard earned money to someone else who made poor choices. This man then walked outside of Starbucks with his head hung low. He walked back to those newspaper racks and shook them like none other. Finally hit me, he was trying to get change from the newspaper racks. The man appeared to be crying. As he wiped his eyes, he then walked away from the newspaper racks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart sank. This man did not look like other homeless people. He was clean, did not appear to be on drugs or have a drinking problem. This man probably had a really hard time finding a job in this recession. Little old me sitting in Starbucks in my designer jeans talking on my blackberry didn't have a quarter to spare? I didn't have to give the man money, but I could have walked with him to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haggen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and buy the Coke for him so I knew the money was being spent on the Coke, and the Coke only. Talk about being selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now Friday, and I cannot stop thinking about this incident. I do not know this mans past and I do not know what choices or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incidents&lt;/span&gt; happened to him to get him in that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;predicament&lt;/span&gt;. All I know is that man was in a very deep and lonely place. Not everyone in this world is as fortunate as I am to have a home, a job and an education. Of all people, I should know how bad this recession is since I am studying finance and economics. Many people have lost their jobs and cannot find a new one, not because they aren't qualified, but because the economy is so poor right now. I know I don't agree with handing money to "homeless" people who stand at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;off ramp&lt;/span&gt; of the free way, but I can give back in different ways. I have decided I am going to find a way to give back this winter. Whether it be volunteering for a soup kitchen or donating to a food bank. There are people out there who need help and who are desperate. I can donate a little bit of my time and a little bit of my money because in the end, every little bit helps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will keep this man in my heart and continue to pray for him. Shows me just how blessed I am and how thankful I need to be for everything I have and every opportunity awaiting for me in this life. There is so much to be happy about and so much to live for :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-1230172511757918354?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/1230172511757918354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/10/giving-back.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1230172511757918354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1230172511757918354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/10/giving-back.html' title='Giving Back'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-2399868266451673372</id><published>2009-10-21T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:41:55.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shin Fracture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/St9-qhDF2tI/AAAAAAAAADU/zRTB9LN_Bwo/s1600-h/Jessica%27s+Pics+750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395170147504085714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/St9-qhDF2tI/AAAAAAAAADU/zRTB9LN_Bwo/s200/Jessica%27s+Pics+750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October has been a great month. Not only did I get to celebrate my 300 mile victory, I also signed up for my very first full marathon. After my 300 miles, I took a couple weeks off to recover. I was having really bad shin splints, so I bought new shoes and thought time off would solve the issue. After nearly two weeks off running, I decided to begin my marathon training. I started off with a very slow, light run. I made it 20 minutes into my run before I began running with a limp. I turned around and walked home, talk about disappointing! Not the greatest start to my marathon training. So, I went home and iced my poor shins and tried massaging the muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weird thing was, normally both my shins hurt, where as this time, only my right shin hurt. When massaging my right shin, I felt this bump on the bone which was definitely not supposed to be there. So, I met with my doctor and he told me I most definitely have a shin fracture. The X-rays showed a small fracture in my right shin. One cool thing, my X-ray chart said "Jessica: Avid runner with possible fracture in right shin" &lt;-- "avid runner"? Ill take it :) My prescription? Six weeks, no running. My eyes welled up with tears and the doctor looked at me like I was an idiot. If you aren't a runner, you just don't understand what if feels like to be told you cant run. Its like a prison sentence. When I told&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt; my D&lt;/span&gt;ad, he didnt understand either and told me "you're killing yourself". Although my marathon is not until may, I am very nervous that this is going to take too much time away from training and hinder my running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running? Its what I do. Its my drug of choice. It gives you this incredible high, so much adrenaline pumping through your body. I finally found something that I am good at, one injury is not going to stop me. I suppose this injury has taught me the importance of allowing my body to recover after a run. I need to slow it down rather than running my hardest all the time. I will definitely stretch and ice way more than I did before. Doctor has allowed me to bike and swim. I was so used to running and exercising outside that I forgot what its like to go to a gym. Not going to li&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;e, I&lt;/span&gt; really dont like it. But for now, I will have to deal with it. One hard thing about being injured, besides not being able to run, is controlling my eating habits. When you are running like crazy, you get so used to eating much more food than you normally would. Although I am still working out, I am definitely not working out as hard as I was before since I am so limited on what I can do. Since I am so used to eating large amounts of food, its been really hard cutting back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 weeks is much better than a couple months. This is a learning lesson as well as a great opportunity to improve my biking and swimming skills! Who kno&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ws, maybe &lt;/span&gt;a triathalon is in my near future ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-2399868266451673372?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/2399868266451673372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/10/shin-fracture.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2399868266451673372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2399868266451673372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/10/shin-fracture.html' title='Shin Fracture'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/St9-qhDF2tI/AAAAAAAAADU/zRTB9LN_Bwo/s72-c/Jessica%27s+Pics+750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-6020840491978384054</id><published>2009-10-02T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:41:24.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugene Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.oregonlive.com/runoregon/2009/07/small_Eugene-Marathon-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blog.oregonlive.com/runoregon/2009/07/small_Eugene-Marathon-2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week has been such a good week. The week started out with a 15 mile run, which completed my goal of 300 miles for this month. The nasty text message was a slight bump in the road, but my week got especially good when I talked to my friend about an upcoming marathon. She wanted to know if I was interested in running the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Annual Eugene, Oregon Marathon with her. My answer right away was "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, running a marathon with a friend is just what I need right now. I need that motivation and accountability. It is a flat, beautiful course. Although my initial goal has been to run the Seattle full marathon, I just don't think that marathon is a good fit for me. Every runner I have talked to said it is a tough course. Lots of hills and in the middle of winter. One runner I talked to told me she ran the marathon in the snow. She also mentioned that she cried ALL 26.2 miles because it was so darn cold and hilly. When I run my first marathon, I want it to be a good experience. I am really afraid that if I have a bad experience with my first race that I wont want to run any more marathons. I have decided to run the Seattle half marathon in November and then run the full Eugene Marathon in May. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know, I get really nervous when it comes to signing up for races. So nervous that I haven't signed up for any races. The Seattle half is coming up and I still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; signed up for it because I am so nervous. When I was looking into the Eugene Marathon, I noticed that the price of the full marathon went up after October 1st. Meaning, the longer I put of signing up for my marathon, the more expensive this marathon is going to be. So, yesterday was October 1st which was the last day to sign up for the marathon before the price increase. Before I went to my first class yesterday, I changed my twitter status to "Signing up for my first marathon today." This way, I would have some sort of accountability if I didn't sign up. Then it hit me. What the heck am I waiting for? What was stopping me from signing up for this marathon? There was no difference if I signed up in the morning or in the afternoon, so there really was no point to put it off even longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, October 1st, I signed up for my first race, my first marathon! There is no backing out now. The money is spent, therefore, I am running all 26.2 miles. I was so overwhelmed and so proud of myself. I got such a huge rush signing up for this race. I was all smiles all day long! I immediately &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; my family and told them I signed up. Yes, they still think I am nuts to run 26.2 miles, but I was pleasantly surprised to hear they wanted to join me in Eugene, OR to cheer me on. It means so much to me to know that I have friends and family that would sacrifice their weekend to come watch me in my first marathon. I think one of the main reasons I have put off signing up for my races is because I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like the idea of doing it alone. I am new at this and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to expect. To have my friends and family by my side will give me the courage I need to complete all 26.2 miles. My friend still has not signed up and I think is having second thoughts about this marathon (which will be her first as well!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will run this marathon alone if I have to. This is something I want to do for myself. Don't get me wrong, I think it would be such an amazing experience to have my good friend running along side of me and to conquer something so huge together. We are both beginner runners striving for something more. We have been friends since I dated her brother way back in 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. We have had our fair share of ups and downs like any good friendship, but the most important thing is I know she has my back no matter what happens in life. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why I want to run this marathon with her. I think we are similar in so many ways. We both want to be the best, we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is anything running has taught me, its that every runner is a winner. Running is a one man sport. In my mind, I am my own competitor. I race against myself, I run to run faster than my last run. When it comes to running a marathon, I can't fail. In my mind, running a marathon is the ultimate. If I can complete a marathon, that makes me a winner on the spot. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really care about my time at this point, I just want to run the whole way and cross the finish line. I hope my friend can let go of her doubts and believe in herself. I will run this marathon alone if I have to, but I can't think of anything better than running it with a good friend. I will encourage her and support her all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The marathon is May 2, 2010. If I got this big of a rush just signing up for the race, I can't even begin to imagine the rush of crossing the finish line. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-6020840491978384054?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/6020840491978384054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/10/eugene-marathon.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6020840491978384054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6020840491978384054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/10/eugene-marathon.html' title='Eugene Marathon'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-3423004541013133968</id><published>2009-09-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:16:59.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks and Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.runnerspace.com/members/avatar/2283_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.runnerspace.com/members/avatar/2283_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a couple emails asking why my blog was not working correctly and why it was asking for an 'invitation". Well, I took my blog down last night. While I was taking a bath last night resting my legs, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a text message. This text message said I was a "liar", looking for "attention" and that I "needed help". This text message was from someone who I thought would be behind me 100%, have my back and that should be encouraging me. This was the one person I was so excited to tell that I had ran 300 miles. That I have worked so hard, killed my legs to accomplish. To &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; this text crushed me. Unfortunately, in the future when I look back on this blog and my accomplishments, I will always remember this text message that rained on my parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to bed at 7 pm and just stared at the ceiling. Not going to lie, I was so hurt and still am. Do I wear running shoes for looks, do I splash water on my face when I come home from a run to pretend like I was running?! Do I wear a fuel belt and compression socks to look cool? I don't get it! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laid &lt;/span&gt;there thinking for a long time. I didn't sleep at all. My alarm went off at 6 am, and then it hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not run for anyone other than myself. If someone doesn't want to believe me when I say I ran 300 miles, then so be it. I run for myself, I run for clarity, I run for happiness. I don't have to prove to anyone that I am a runner. I am not going to let this person take this away from me. I accomplished something I never thought I could. This blog is not for "attention from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; friends" like this person thinks. I write this blog to track my personal progress. I like to read back over posts and look at my ups and down and then use it for motivation. If you think this blog is a lie and false, then don't read it, simple as that. I write this blog for me, not for anyone else. I honestly don't care what other people think, I run for myself. Like I have said many times before, running is a selfish sport, get over it. I took this blog down and almost deleted it last night. But why in the world would I let one person ruin all of this for me. Ask anyone I know and they will tell you I love my blog. One person will not ruin all of my progress and hard work. I will push forward harder than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have thought long and hard about the Seattle Marathon. I have put off signing up for it for quite sometime now. My nerves get to me every time I attempt to sign up. Its like I have been waiting for a sign, or the right time. Well, what better time than now? Its time to prove to this person that I am a gosh darn runner. I am going to sign up for the Seattle Marathon this week. Maybe, just maybe, this person will finally be proud of me. I don't know why I feel like I have to prove myself to this person, but I always have and probably always will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be signing up for the Seattle Marathon later today. I will continue to run and continue to work hard. In the end, I run for me and me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-3423004541013133968?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/3423004541013133968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/sticks-and-stones.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3423004541013133968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3423004541013133968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/sticks-and-stones.html' title='Sticks and Stones'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-70504191116538897</id><published>2009-09-27T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:48:05.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300 MILES STRONG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/Sr_qAr9acdI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ttb74_SxK3k/s1600-h/Jessica%27s+Pics+743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386280976879612370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/Sr_qAr9acdI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ttb74_SxK3k/s200/Jessica%27s+Pics+743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its official. I have officially ran 300 miles in the month of September. 300 miles is the distance between my home and Washington State University over in Pullman, WA. I burned an average of 129 calories per mile totaling to 38,700 calories in one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those legs in the picture? Honestly, I have hated my legs my entire life. I have the legs of a soccer player. They are thick and muscular. When people would ask, "Whats one thing you would change about your body if you could?" I would always respond with my legs. They were big and ugly. I couldn't fit into the jeans everyone else would wear because my thighs were too big. When I began running a year ago, I was so self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscious. &lt;/span&gt;They would jiggle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; my foot hit the ground. So I began to run in yoga pants to cover them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those legs in that picture, those soccer player legs ran 300 miles this month. Those legs helped me reach my goal this month. I love my legs. They are muscular and strong and they can out run most people. For this, my legs are my best asset. How could I not love my legs? Yeah, they may never be super skinny, but hey, I'm not really into the anorexic look anyways. My legs have taken me to new place, new heights and have set the bar for future goals. I now run in shorts. I don't care if my legs jiggle when I run, because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not why I run. I am bettering myself, jiggly legs is the least of my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I always talk about staying positive and never letting negativity get in the way of things. But honestly, when I set this goal, I just threw out a number. The first number that came to mind was 300. I didn't realize 300 miles meant an average of 10 miles a day. The goal was overwhelming and honestly, I didn't think I could do it. Yeah the goal looked good on paper, but in reality I never thought I could average 10 miles a day. So many people told me I couldn't do it and that this was a 'dumb runner" move. I was so determined to prove them wrong. Well, 27 days later and I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; amazed with myself. For all of you who doubted me and told me I couldn't do it, WHAT NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Starbucks this morning before going on my last 15 miles. I couldn't even think. Run, run, run. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all that was going through my mind. I ran fast and I ran hard. I blocked out my shin splints and I just ran. These last 15 miles were more than just a run for me, they were the last few miles of my journey. When I hit 14 miles, it hit me. I had one mile left, 7 more minutes and my goal would be behind me. Tears of happiness came streaming out and didn't stop. Now, I can finally say, I ran a strong 300 miles this month. What an accomplishment. My body has changed. I see muscles I never knew I had, my pants are starting to get loose in the waist and tush. I feel so good. If I can run 300 miles in one month, I know I can do anything. All the tears and all the pain, its all worth it in the end. I have so much to live for and I have so much to run for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope other runners take this challenge of setting a goal that seems impossible because the feeling on the other side, well, its out of this world. Take the challenge, do the miles, then bask in the glory. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-70504191116538897?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/70504191116538897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/300-miles-strong.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/70504191116538897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/70504191116538897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/300-miles-strong.html' title='300 MILES STRONG!'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/Sr_qAr9acdI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ttb74_SxK3k/s72-c/Jessica%27s+Pics+743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-5940061644466170718</id><published>2009-09-26T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:48:40.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bridestreasures.com/ShopSite/media/H2255-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.bridestreasures.com/ShopSite/media/H2255-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15 miles. 15 miles is the distance from my apartment to the mall and back. 15 miles is really not that far. Today, I am proud to say that 15 miles is all I have left of my 300 mile goal. As I sit on my deck and blog, I can honestly say that for once, I am so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All month I have been trying to think of something that I can reward myself with at the end of the month when I finish my goal. Maybe a pedicure, manicure, or a massage? I just couldn't think of anything to reward myself with. For a while, I didn't think I even needed a reward for myself. Now that it is closer to the end of the month and have completed 285 miles, I know just what I want. I want something tangible, something I can hold on to for the rest of my life. I want to be able to look back and remember ever single mile. I learned something new about myself on every single mile and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I never want to forget this journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first tangible gift to myself will be a new pair of kicks. At first, this was going to be my only reward for running 300 miles. But when I got to thinking, I need to buy new running shoes anyways so its not really a gift because I was going to do that anyways. So as I sat reading some finance down at Starbucks today, I thought of the perfect gift to myself. Once I finish running my 300 miles, I am going to take a picture of my shoes and have it framed. Not a huge picture, just a small one. This picture will be a daily reminder of just how strong and capable I am. If I can accomplish 300 miles in one month, honestly, I can do anything and nothing is out of reach. Those shoes took me on quite the journey and I want to remember ever second of the journey. This is a gift that will never 'go out of style' and I can hold on to forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited to run the last 15 miles of my goal. I can't even count how many times someone told me I couldn't do this and that this was such a bad idea. "You're going to hurt yourself". "This is such a bad idea, just sayin'". When I got my concussion, I believed them for just a second. Numerous people have told me I am crazy and nuts, which I am. Only a crazy person would run 300 miles in a month ;). I don't know anyone else who has ran 300 miles in one month, but I am so happy to say that I will be the first. I learned a lot about myself as a runner and also as a person. Many miles were filled of tears, few were filled with smiles, but all of them were filled with pure heart and dedication. For that, I am proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, for all of you out there who told me I couldn't do it, these last 15 are for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-5940061644466170718?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/5940061644466170718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/15-miles.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5940061644466170718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5940061644466170718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/15-miles.html' title='15 Miles'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-7729927902319203811</id><published>2009-09-22T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:32:37.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess, Meet Your Scale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://planetgreen.discovery.com/fashion-beauty/images/2009-01/standing-on-scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://planetgreen.discovery.com/fashion-beauty/images/2009-01/standing-on-scale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I moved recently. I don't like packing or the actual move, but unpacking is so fun. I love decorating the place and organizing things the way I like things. I was putting the final touches on my apartment, putting pictures on the walls, setting out candles, oh and, finding a place for my dreaded scale. I found the perfect spot in my bathroom for my scale. I really have never understood why I own a scale. I feel guilty if I do not own one, but I never use it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I walk in the bathroom I try not to even look at it. When I go to the doctors office and they ask to weigh me, I specifically ask them not to tell me the number. A scale is a constant reminder of my weight. I work out to feel good, not for a dumb number on my scale. I like to be aware of this number, but I don't let this number rule my life. I eat to stay healthy, to fuel my body and I work out like a maniac. To me, weight is important, but I am not going to let it control me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I took my scale out of the box, I tapped on the glass and just my luck the batteries were dead. My first thought was, "oh thank goodness". I hate seeing that number. It makes me feel terrible about myself. So, I put batteries on my grocery list and went back to unpacking. Well, I have had these batteries for four days now and just now got the courage to put them in my scale. I stepped on my scale with my eyes shut. When I opened my eyes I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pleasantly&lt;/span&gt; surprised. Down 10 pounds from the last time I weighed myself which was almost a year ago. What a relief! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish I had enough courage to write my weight on this blog for accountability reasons. But unfortunately I don't. I really want to become comfortable with my scale. The scale is not my enemy. I am no where near obese or overweight, so honestly, why should I fear the scale? The scale should be my friend, should help me in training, and help me track progress. I would like to start weighing myself once a week. My goal is to keep this number in the back of my mind to track progress. This number is simply just a number to me, and I will not let it get the best of me. I work out for me, I work out to feel good not for a number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-7729927902319203811?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/7729927902319203811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/jess-meet-your-scale.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7729927902319203811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7729927902319203811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/jess-meet-your-scale.html' title='Jess, Meet Your Scale...'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-533312675278259110</id><published>2009-09-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:09:37.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inVigorators!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SrVGdEcyiwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ukwB2YoOyjU/s1600-h/7620_257085700161_691500161_8933114_5675174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383286394815941378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SrVGdEcyiwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ukwB2YoOyjU/s200/7620_257085700161_691500161_8933114_5675174_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Compression socks, compression sleeves, any thing compression, I love. I don't know how they work and I don't know why they work, but they just do. I love running and I love everything about it, minus my insane shin splints. I stretch, I have good running shoes, I take more ice baths than showers and I take Ibuprofen like its going out of style and I still have shin splints. I am heavy on my feet even when I walk. My Mom has always told me I walk like an elephant, which is true. Its like I stomp rather than walk sometimes. I don't mean to do this and most of the time I am very unaware of it. I think my shin splint stunt from the way I walk and run. Pounding my feet on the floor shoots pain throughout my shins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SrVFWMLgsyI/AAAAAAAAACk/AvIuiUQCWC4/s1600-h/7620_257085705161_691500161_8933115_6763037_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383285177120240418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SrVFWMLgsyI/AAAAAAAAACk/AvIuiUQCWC4/s200/7620_257085705161_691500161_8933115_6763037_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend of mine told me about compression socks and compression sleeves. So, I went out and bought a pair of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CEP&lt;/span&gt; compression socks and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zensah&lt;/span&gt; Calf Sleeves. Ask any one I know and they will tell you I wear my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zensah&lt;/span&gt; sleeves all the time. When going out with my Mom she always asks, "Uh, you are going to take those sleeves off before we go in the store right?" Yeah, they might not be the most attractive things in the world, but they work. I wear them with my high heels to work and I wear them when I am lounging around in the evening. Running isn't a fashion show and I am not embarrassed about my compression socks. I will do what ever I have to do to get rid of my shin splints, even if it means wearing "embarrassing" compression socks to the grocery store. Compression socks and sleeves have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt; saved my shins and have kept me able to run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when @&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inVigorators&lt;/span&gt; on twitter asked me if they could send me some compression socks to try out, I jumped at the offer. I didn't think I would find a product I liked as much as my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zensah's&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CEP's&lt;/span&gt;, but I think I just did. They fit great! My problem with compression socks is sometimes the calf fits correctly, but the foot doesn't vice versa. These &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inVigorators&lt;/span&gt;! fit perfectly! Lots of compression in the foot, ankle and calf but not too much. Another issue with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zensah&lt;/span&gt; sleeves is that they are so tight that they make my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Achilles&lt;/span&gt; tendon hurt while I run with them. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inVigorators&lt;/span&gt;! were just tight enough to feel compression all over, but not too tight where they are causing my legs to turn blue. I really like this product and will definitely continue to use this product to assist me in my training for the Seattle Marathon. I have only ran with this product once, so I still don't know how the compression in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inVigorators&lt;/span&gt;! will hold up over time, but so far so good! Follow @&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inVigorators&lt;/span&gt; on twitter and also find these guys on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, they're great! Thanks guys for the socks, you definitely make a good product that I look forward to training with!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383285778655236834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SrVF5NEoUuI/AAAAAAAAACs/zg4vfvt6gDM/s200/7620_257085710161_691500161_8933116_5071112_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;22 miles complete and one happy runner! (198 of 300! YEAH BABY!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-533312675278259110?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/533312675278259110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/invigorators.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/533312675278259110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/533312675278259110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/invigorators.html' title='inVigorators!'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SrVGdEcyiwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ukwB2YoOyjU/s72-c/7620_257085700161_691500161_8933114_5675174_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-4310733796778204417</id><published>2009-09-10T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:18:22.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/2314471751_d2d7505e42.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/2314471751_d2d7505e42.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This summer has been like none other. I came home from school in June for the summer. Not going to lie, I wasn't happy. I could think of every reason in the book of why I wasn't happy. I looked at the negative side of life, I felt sorry for myself and for the things I have been through. I came home from school to work. My days consisted of waking up, going to work, running, eating dinner and then going to bed. What a life, I thought. I did nothing but work and run, and felt like I had no one. Also, seemed like everyone was getting engaged, getting married and having kids. I was (and am!) single and all by myself. I felt so much pressure to find "the one" and get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it clicked, how can I expect someone else to date me and love me if I didn't even love myself? I have no one else to blame for the way my life is besides myself. That was it, I was done sitting around feeling sorry for myself. I took it upon myself to look on the bright side of life. Whats the point of living if you're not going to enjoy the ride? This summer, I stayed committed to running and optimism. When I sit down and think about things, I have SO much to be thankful for. I have a job, I have the opportunity to go to school, and I have an incredibly loving family. My friend once showed me this quote, it says "Everyday might not be a good day, but there is something good in everyday." So true. I am so thankful that I wake up every morning to see the sun rise. So thankful that I have a job to go to everyday. Thankful to have a home and to have friends who care for me. I am thankful to be a runner and have SO much support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outlook on life has changed this summer. I am going back to school a different person. Life is so short. It is so important to step back everyday and take a look at what you have to be thankful for. I see things in a different light now. If you dwell on the negative, you will miss out on so much in life. I can finally say, I LOVE myself. I no longer feel like I need a boyfriend to complete me. I am perfectly fine on my own because I am my own best friend. God has a plan for me, and I know I will find love when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One song that really hits home to me is Kenny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt; and Dave Matthews called "I'm Alive":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn easy to say that life's so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Everybody's&lt;/span&gt; got their share of battle scars&lt;br /&gt;As for me I'd like to thank my lucky stars that&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive and well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be easy to add up all the pain&lt;br /&gt;And all the dreams you've sat and watch go up in flames&lt;br /&gt;Dwell on the wreckage as it smolders in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But not me... I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today you know that's good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;out's&lt;/span&gt; a blessing can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first day of the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I'm alive and well&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive and well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That hit the nail on the head. It is so easy to focus on the negatives in life, use them for excuses of why we can't do things. Why can't we all just be thankful to be alive and well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed not only physically this summer, but mentally and emotionally as well. Its been a summer of change. I am going to go back to school changed. For the first time in my life, I can actually say &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am happy&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, slow it down, smell the flowers and enjoy the ride :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-4310733796778204417?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/4310733796778204417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-of-change.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4310733796778204417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4310733796778204417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-of-change.html' title='Summer of Change'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-8023501964742360648</id><published>2009-09-10T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:39:17.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Down, 300 To Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://solyoung.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/100miles.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://solyoung.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/100miles.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Thursday. Today is an especially happy Thursday. I have reached 100 miles of my 300 mile goal. I still have a long ways to go, but I am happy to have reached the 100 mile mark. I am right on track. Today is day 10 and I have averaged 10 miles a day. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I ROCK! To celebrate, I have decided to post some lyrics. Not going to lie, I am not a fan of the song, but I love the lyrics. Brian McKnight "Reaching For My Goals":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;Then sing&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna run&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;It's all right to speak&lt;br /&gt;Just watch what you say&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the words&lt;br /&gt;Get in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve&lt;br /&gt;All you've got to do is just believe&lt;br /&gt;Come whatever, come what may, sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let my dreams slip away&lt;br /&gt;I won't let my heart break&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what it takes&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for my goal&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on the team&lt;br /&gt;Come to play&lt;br /&gt;Be the one&lt;br /&gt;That sets the pace&lt;br /&gt;Follow your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Dream away&lt;br /&gt;And your life&lt;br /&gt;Will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every passing day&lt;br /&gt;Until I'm old and gray&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do my thing&lt;br /&gt;No matter what my so called friends might say&lt;br /&gt;They can't put out my fire&lt;br /&gt;I've got too much desire&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for my goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of your support! It is such great motivation and great accountability! For all of you who doubt me, I can't wait to prove you wrong! 100 down...and still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' STRONG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-8023501964742360648?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/8023501964742360648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/100-down-300-to-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8023501964742360648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8023501964742360648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/100-down-300-to-go.html' title='100 Down, 300 To Go!'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-3633825574768048847</id><published>2009-09-08T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:26:40.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>83 Miles in 8 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HYfMXAkKmQ/RnMXQBZgGBI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y_vfLX90KUA/s320/P6150260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HYfMXAkKmQ/RnMXQBZgGBI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y_vfLX90KUA/s320/P6150260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 days ago I set a goal. My goal was to run 300 miles in the month of September. I have listened to many runners tell me how stupid this idea is, but you know what, I can do it. I have run 83 miles in the last 8 days and my body feels so good. I have iced like crazy, stretched, worn my compression socks and have begun using &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arnica&lt;/span&gt; Gel. As long as my body says yes, I am going to run. I am 83 miles in and my body keeps saying yes. I have heard from many people that this is a terrible idea and I am going to hurt myself. But I have said it once and I will say it again, I am not going to jeopardize my body and risk hurting myself. If my body starts to hurt I will stop, even if it means not meeting my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday - 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday - 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday - 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday - 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday - 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday - Rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday - 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday - 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, 83 miles in one week. I plan to take the following weeks much easier with more rest time. I felt on a roll this past week though. My body feels fantastic. No pain, no shin splints and no muscle weakness. I have run at a little slower pace than usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On today's 12 mile run, I ran with my Nathan Fuel Belt for the first time. Let me tell you, I LOVED it! It was very comfortable and didn't bounce around too much. It was so nice to have water with me at all times and really nice to have a pocket for my Blackberry. I wish I would have got a fuel belt sooner! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-3633825574768048847?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/3633825574768048847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/83-miles-in-8-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3633825574768048847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3633825574768048847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/83-miles-in-8-days.html' title='83 Miles in 8 Days'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3HYfMXAkKmQ/RnMXQBZgGBI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y_vfLX90KUA/s72-c/P6150260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-6947377121191927967</id><published>2009-09-02T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:58:32.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Baby Runner ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/ArtAndPhoto-Fronts/HEALTH/080522/g-080522-hlt-crying-baby-11a.rp350x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/ArtAndPhoto-Fronts/HEALTH/080522/g-080522-hlt-crying-baby-11a.rp350x350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was a rough day. Not only did I have a crumby day, I had a terrible run. My goal yesterday was to run ten miles. I had no time limit or pace set, the only thing I wanted to do was finish all ten miles. Well, I only finished seven. Although seven is better than nothing, it still wasn't my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just as crumby as yesterday. My goal for today was to run 13 miles. I initially was only planning on running ten today, but after the miss yesterday, I needed to makeup the 3 i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; complete yesterday. When I left work today, I was in no mood to run, but i knew it was something I needed to do. I normally listen to country music on my way home from work, but today I decided to listen to my running music. It really helped motivate me and get me pumped up for my run. I ate a banana in the car and some peanut butter when I got home. I put on my new Nike shorts, laced up my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mizunos&lt;/span&gt; and hit the pavement. Run started out strong. I went a different route today, through different neighborhoods. Let me tell you, these neighborhoods were very hilly to my surprise. First 4 miles were complete hills. The hills made my shins feel really tight, so I stopped to stretch them out and loosen up. Once I started running again, my shorts began to rub on the insides of my legs. Ouch. I tried to block out the pain and keep going. I didn't run to my usual running music today, I ended up running to my sappy music. Not going to lie, I was in a bad mood today, and the past few days. So for the last 12 miles of my ran, I just cried. I ran and I cried and I cried and I ran. Free therapy session anyone? Yeah, some people may think this is weird and that I should be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, but to me, it was just what I needed. Sometimes I just need that alone time to escape. I just needed to forget about everyone else and get to the bottom of what was bothering me. I may have shed more tears than I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sweat&lt;/span&gt;, but hey, I feel back to my normal self. My 13 mile run turned in a 16 mile run before I knew it. I came home with blood running down my legs from the scratching from my shorts and mascara down my face, but I finished my run which was all I wanted. I kept running because I knew that the moment I stopped running, I would have to face reality. I ran 16 miles and when I came home all I could think was, "DAMN I FEEL GOOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running calms me, helps me sort out the scattered thoughts in my brain. Yeah I cried while I ran today, but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make me any less of a runner. I read this quote the other day, "Pain is just weakness leaving the body." Wow, so true. All the tears I cry and every drop of sweat makes me a stronger person, both physically and emotionally. I kicked some tush on my run today and I feel pretty darn good about it. Its really amazing how a good run can really turn my day around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said it once and I will say it again...I am so happy to be a runner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-6947377121191927967?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/6947377121191927967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-baby-runner.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6947377121191927967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6947377121191927967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-baby-runner.html' title='Cry Baby Runner ;)'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-7634399652045748604</id><published>2009-09-01T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:46:47.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300 Miles Of September</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.planning.ed.ac.uk/Protocol_Office/300-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 390px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.planning.ed.ac.uk/Protocol_Office/300-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is September 1st. It is a Tuesday. Only Tuesday and I am already beat. My mind is in the clouds today. I have had Andy Davis' "It Just Happened That Way" on repeat for over 8 hours and I never noticed. Like I said, my mind is gone, not here, busy, doesn't want to be bothered. This week has been the toughest week in a while. The drama and the stress have been at insane levels. As much as I try not to let it get to me, it has. It has been following me around like a rain cloud. Below are some of the lyrics from "It Just Happened That Way":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It just happened that way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no time to invest,&lt;br /&gt;just pray for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just happened that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could run away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking it over, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we should run away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somethings just happen. We have no control over the things other people do. People make their own choices and have to deal with the consequences of their own actions. I am not going to allow myself to get wrapped up in their issues. I can't solve them, therefore I should not worry about them. I will pray for the best and know things happen for a reason. But when issues and stress come up, I will run. I will run to soothe and calm my mind. I will run to remind myself that life is short and that I should cherish every moment I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two days ago, I set a goal. In September, I am going to run 300 miles. Yes, that is an average of 10 miles a day. Yes, I am crazy, crazy is my middle name. Lately I have been running for speed. I would run to improve my speed and my mile time and forget about the miles. This goal is to help encourage me to slow down and just run the miles. Yes, 300 miles is a lot, but I can, and will do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since today is September 1st, I thought it was appropriate to start out with a solid 10 mile run. Weather was perfect, a cloudy 60 degrees. I decided to wear my tights because I always have really good runs when I wear them. My sister wanted to come along and watch me run around the track. The first mile and a half was solid with a 7:06 pace. I finished up my second mile and stopped to take a sip of water. My sister decided to inform me that my butt looked huge in my tights and my butt was "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flabbing&lt;/span&gt; in the wind". Awesome. Normally, when I run, I am not self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscientious&lt;/span&gt;. I am running to better myself, why should I care what other people think? Today was different. I was running around the track with two soccer teams and a baseball team practicing. I walked home. I changed into my new Nike shorts and headed back out, without my sister. I have worked so hard to get to a place where I don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; about what other people think about me. This was a big set back. The whole time I was running, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I could think about. As if my week wasn't bad enough already, my run wasn't good either. I didn't finish all ten miles, only made it to seven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have let the negativity in my life consume me. I will make up the 3 miles tomorrow. I will reach my goal of 300 miles. I will ice, stretch and listen to my body. The last thing I want to do is hurt myself by pushing myself too hard. So, as long as my body allows it, I will run 300 miles this month. I have had a rough couple of days but I will not let the negativity win. Like I said before, negativity is just a road block getting in the way of my goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-7634399652045748604?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/7634399652045748604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/300-miles-of-september.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7634399652045748604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7634399652045748604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/09/300-miles-of-september.html' title='300 Miles Of September'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-2339782449943038462</id><published>2009-08-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:36:02.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ Nike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theshoegame.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/nikestore7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://theshoegame.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/nikestore7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what I like? Clothes. When I get a new pair of jeans or a new shirt, I feel like I have an extra spring in my step. Although I may be the only one who knows I am wearing a new shirt, I still feel like a million bucks. Same goes for running clothes. I may be wrong, but I am pretty convinced that new running shirts/shorts make me run faster. Although I am not one of those girls that puts makeup on before I work out, I still like to look good on my runs. Running clothes make me feel good and make me feel better on my runs. I bought new Nike shorts this week as well as a new Nike shirt. New running clothes help me look forward to my runs because I can't wait to wear the new gear! I love looking through my running gear. I can relate each shirt to a different run, they all contain different memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started running, I thought running was going to be such an expensive sport. My shoes alone were $150. I was attracted to running in the first place because it was free. I didn't have to pay for a trainer or pay for a class. All I had to do was open my front door and go. The more I got into running, I needed the Nike+, I needed tanks, tights, jackets, socks, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zensah's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CEP's&lt;/span&gt; and a fuel belt. Yikes. I don't have a money tree growing in my backyard. I like Nike. Their clothes fit great and I know they will last because they are good quality clothes. I have started looking for Nike gear at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; Rack, Ross, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marshall's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt;. Success! I got my Nike tights for 15 dollars at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; Rack along with shorts for 15 and a Nike top for 7. Score! I love that I can enjoy running clothes without having to pay a hefty price. My cheap Nike gear works the same as the full price Nike gear from the Nike store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I might be running in last seasons color, but hey, I still look good running in them ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am a runner, because I have more running clothes than normal everyday clothes :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-2339782449943038462?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/2339782449943038462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-nike.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2339782449943038462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2339782449943038462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-nike.html' title='I ♥ Nike'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-1475603860925857870</id><published>2009-08-27T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:52:57.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Running World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SpdfNPB3F5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pMxR-3rEuqo/s1600-h/BadDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374869361267251090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SpdfNPB3F5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pMxR-3rEuqo/s200/BadDay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Not going to lie, this has been a rough day. Today has been a day full of bitterness and jealousy. Two terrible things to feel. Later today, someone made an insanely rude sarcastic comment to me via twitter. Why do people have to talk other people down in order to make themselves feel better. All I have to say is, I feel sorry for them. Nothing like kicking me when I am already down. I don't want any part of their negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I first saw this comment, the first thing that popped in my mind was, RUN. Get me out of here. Get me away from the negativity. Running takes me to a different world. One in which there is no negativity. To a runner, negativity is a road block. It is the only thing that can separate me from the finish line. The moment I tell myself "I can't", I will never reach my goal. In the running world, positivity helps me and guides me towards the finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The moment things go wrong in the real world, I escape to my running world. In my running world, its just me, no one else exists. I run for me, I race for me, I compete for me. I race against me, myself and I. None of life stresses or problems are allowed in the running world. Its a strict "leave your problems at the door" policy. Problems and stress, just like negativity, stand in the way of my goal. In the running world, there is no one there to talk you down, to tell you you're not good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why do I run? I run to escape. What am I running from? From all of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; pressures. This world is so quick to tell us what we can and can't be. Call me self centered, but I run to a place where only I matter and where I can be whatever I want to be. Where I don't have to compete against anyone else but myself. A place where I can focus on bettering myself and only myself. The running world, well, is a dream come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Days like today, where I have been kicked and stomped on, I am thankful to escape to a better place, even if it is for only 30 minutes. Running is my escape, it is the only thing that keeps me sane in this crazy mixed up world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-1475603860925857870?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/1475603860925857870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-running-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1475603860925857870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1475603860925857870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-running-world.html' title='My Running World'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SpdfNPB3F5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pMxR-3rEuqo/s72-c/BadDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-4894613856277647503</id><published>2009-08-25T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:33:12.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hello There Runner Girl :)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.taragana.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/vf-aim-wpaper1-cinnamon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blog.taragana.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/vf-aim-wpaper1-cinnamon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know what makes me smile? The little things in life. All the little things in life are simply reminders of how wonderful life is. The little things in life that remind me I am a runner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; make my day. This morning, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; an instant message. It was not the '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt;' an instant message that surprised me, its what it said. It popped up and read "Hello there runner girl :)" from a friend of mine (you know who you are ;). I don't know why, but I about fell out of my chair from smiling so hard. Runner girl. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right. To see it in writing from someone other than myself was another little reminder, I AM A RUNNER! Something so little, something this person probably has already forgot about, really lit up my day today. I will always remember today, because today is the first time someone else has called me a runner. I am not used to thinking of myself as a runner. I have painted a picture in my mind of what a runner should be. They should be very thin, very motivated, fast, invincible, and most of all, they should never get tired. I am almost none of the above. I have meat on my bones, I have buns of steel, I get tired, and there are many days I doubt myself.  But I am strong, I have determination that lasts for miles and miles. Today, I was acknowledged as a runner for the first time.  You know who you are, and I thank you for your very small greeting this morning, because I am still smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, it is the little things in life that mean the most to me. I like to hold on to the little things that bring me joy. I will keep this greeting in my head and when I feel like giving up on my run tonight, I will remember "Hello there Runner girl :)" and push through until the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-4894613856277647503?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/4894613856277647503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-there-runner-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4894613856277647503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4894613856277647503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-there-runner-girl.html' title='&quot;Hello There Runner Girl :)&quot;'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-5140187108512404113</id><published>2009-08-25T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:57:51.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward, Yet Hot, Tan Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.waggleroom.com/images/admin/sockchoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.waggleroom.com/images/admin/sockchoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tan lines. I love them. Every summer I like to lay out in my bikini and tan. I can tell how tan I get based on my tan lines. Bigger the lines, better the tan. This summer has been different. I don't have a bikini tan line this summer. I am proud to say, my tan lines are of my racer back tank, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zensah&lt;/span&gt; calf sleeves and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; arm band. Some tell me my tan lines are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; and I really should cover them up. To me, they are hot. I worked hard for those tan lines. I ran in the heat, I ran in the sunshine, but best of all, I ran. I didn't spend my time laying around eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bons&lt;/span&gt; this summer because I was too busy training. My tan lines might be '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;' and not very attractive, but man, I worked hard for them and couldn't be more proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tweeted about this yesterday, and the response I got was huge. Us runners, we earned these tan lines. They are a constant reminder of all the hard work that went into training. They remind us that we are strong individuals. No matter how busy and hectic life is, we all were a bit selfish and took the time for ourselves to get outside and just run. Runners have to be selfish. We have to step back and really focus on ourselves and on our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us runners, we may have '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;' tan lines from running, but let me just say...we all have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' hot healthy bodies to show for it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-5140187108512404113?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/5140187108512404113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/awkward-yet-hot-tan-lines.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5140187108512404113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5140187108512404113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/awkward-yet-hot-tan-lines.html' title='Awkward, Yet Hot, Tan Lines'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-1037701040553026275</id><published>2009-08-18T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:56:57.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hour + Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/ck/05/06/lemon-drop-ck-1065551-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/ck/05/06/lemon-drop-ck-1065551-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the many joys of being 21, I can finally join my friends for Happy Hour. I am going back to school in a month, so I like to see my friends as much as I can before I leave. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;, do I run before or after happy hour? Well, if I run before happy hour, I don't really have time to come home and shower and I am more pressed for time on my run. But, if I run after happy hour, I will most likely run much slower and have less energy due to running with alcohol and food in my stomach. Yesterday, I decided to try running after happy hour. It was warm outside and I figured it would be cooler outside when I got home. Well, two lemon drops later and I was off for a run. Not going to lie, I surprisingly had a TON of energy. I ran 6 miles at a 7:30 pace which was shocking. Although I ran at a pretty good pace, I also was beat after those 6 miles. Not sure if I will ever try running after happy hour again, but I am glad I fit in a run yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also happened to try &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GU&lt;/span&gt; the other day. I have heard wonderful things about it and I decided to give it a try. I immediately had a lot of energy. My runs have been much longer and stronger with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GU&lt;/span&gt;. I really wish I would have tried it sooner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-1037701040553026275?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/1037701040553026275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-hour-running.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1037701040553026275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1037701040553026275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-hour-running.html' title='Happy Hour + Running'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-4859864341585675172</id><published>2009-08-17T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:58:31.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 Off the Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.engauge.com/Content/Engauge/UploadedFiles/CaseStudies/av/brand_experience/international_delight/work_examples/2/small.jpg" /&gt;Today is Day 3 off of my International Delight Vanilla Poison Creamer. I am not going to lie and say my new soy milk tastes super fantastic. I miss my creamer, a lot. Do you see the picture? When I (used to) pore my creamer into my coffee, this used to happen. The world lit up with stars and ice cream cones and whip cream would sit on clouds. Well, not really, but it really comforted me in the mornings. I used to light up when I pored my creamer because it was so good! Once I realized that my creamer intake was almost 25 percent of my daily calories, I knew I needed to make a change. Since I don't care for the vanilla soy milk as much as my creamer, I have been drinking about half the amount I normally drink. I used to just drink coffee to drink coffee. I loved the taste of my coffee. Now, I don't crave my coffee as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I look at it is, I am doing something good for my body, that is a reward in itself. Running has taught me to take care of my body. I only have one body and if I don't take care of it, I am not going to be able to run in the future. Everything I consume will have a direct effect on my body. Whether it be fueling my muscles or adding to my love handles. My runs are directly linked to what I fuel my body with. I can't eat a greasy cheeseburger and then hit the pavement for a run because my body will not move as fast. Eating a piece of whole wheat bread with natural peanut butter and a banana is better for my body and is better for my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I became a 'runner', I stopped thinking about what I was 'craving' and started thinking about what would be good for my run later. I never understood when people said they 'eat, sleep and breathe running." How do you eat running? Well, now I understand. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I eat, I think twice about how it will affect my run later in the evening. I don't eat to eat, I eat to fuel. What does creamer do for me. It certainly doesn't fuel me or fill me. It brings me comfort in the mornings, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it. "Comfort in the mornings' certainly isn't going to help me run faster in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorry creamer, aka poison, I no longer need you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-4859864341585675172?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/4859864341585675172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-3-off-poison.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4859864341585675172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4859864341585675172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-3-off-poison.html' title='Day 3 Off the Poison'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-6000756362232912486</id><published>2009-08-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:46:46.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy Milk vs. Creamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tastymadness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/silk-soy-milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.tastymadness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/silk-soy-milk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have talked a lot about my struggle with Vanilla creamer in my coffee.  I am  very convinced that my problem with creamer is holding me back from my running goals and my lifestyle makeover.  I have tried Half and Half, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Splenda&lt;/span&gt;, honey and pure vanilla extract. So, I went to the store and bought Silk light Vanilla Soy Milk.  I like this in my coffee, but its not sweet at all.  I am wondering if I bought the regular Silk Vanilla Soy Milk if it would have a little more taste.  I think i will finish this carton of soy milk and maybe try a different brand of vanilla soy milk to see what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the soy milk is a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alternative&lt;/span&gt; for my coffee creamer.  A whole cup of this soy milk is 80 calories, where as the creamer was 45 calories for a tablespoon.  The soy milk has lots of fiber and tons of protein.  I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; going to have to train myself to like the soy milk rather than the creamer.  If anyone knows about good, sweet tasting vanilla soy, I would love to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am loving the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt; seeds.  I am eating 300 to 500 calories fewer everyday since I have started eating the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt; seeds.  I don't feel the need to munch between meals and I feel a lot fuller faster.  I would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; recommend these seeds!  They are great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-6000756362232912486?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/6000756362232912486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/soy-milk-vs-creamer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6000756362232912486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6000756362232912486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/soy-milk-vs-creamer.html' title='Soy Milk vs. Creamer'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-5876127479343317255</id><published>2009-08-14T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:32:31.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Runner Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wcmprod1.ucalgary.ca/runnersedge/files/runnersedge/images/front_banner_2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://wcmprod1.ucalgary.ca/runnersedge/files/runnersedge/images/front_banner_2%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday Everyone! Yahoo! I want to blog about runners, not running, runners. Runners have always intimidated me. Not really sure why. They are not only physically strong, but they are mentally strong as well. When I began running, I didn't really want to talk about it. I was running a 12 minute mile and was ashamed. I thought other runners would think they were better than me and make me feel lazy for running so slow. Its like runners had their own club. Have you ever noticed that runners tend to have TONS of running friends all over the world? Intimidating. Runners were like the popular group at school. I always admired them from afar but was way to scared to talk to them. They know everyone and everyone loves them. I was very intimidated by runners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I am a 'runner', I have joined this so called 'runner club'. The club is much different then I ever imagined. Runners are the most friendly and outgoing people. The runners in this 'running club' are not judgemental. It doesn't matter how fast you run or how far you run. We, the people of this 'running club', share one thing in common, we LOVE to run. We all run for different reasons. We are all different ages and come from all walks of life. We are here to support one another and cheer each other on. Runners like to look on the bright side and like to be optimistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although most of my running friends are on the different side of the country, I feel very close to them. I am so thankful for the people I have connected with on twitter, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dailymile&lt;/span&gt;.com and on this blog. I will forever be so thankful for all the support I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes, a lot of time, they are the people who motivate me to get outside and run. I may not have a running partner, but I definitely have the 'runner club' to motivate me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy to be apart of this so called "running club". :)&lt;/div&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/7975255013741624013-5876127479343317255?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/5876127479343317255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/runner-club.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5876127479343317255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5876127479343317255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/runner-club.html' title='The Runner Club'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-1504192525241005644</id><published>2009-08-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:48:39.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Ch-Ch-CHIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrYGtRC--A8/Sgt7nEF6sTI/AAAAAAAAC8E/VMdKiY06mSc/s400/CHIA-SEEDS-GROUP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrYGtRC--A8/Sgt7nEF6sTI/AAAAAAAAC8E/VMdKiY06mSc/s400/CHIA-SEEDS-GROUP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took me a while, but I finally came up with a few short term goals for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run my first race (pedicure and manicure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sign up for the Seattle Marathon (not sure yet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join a running group (not sure yet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose 5 pounds by October 1st&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose 10 pounds by Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theses are my main running goals. I have a couple other goals for myself as well that have to do with nutrition. Today I was drinking my coffee and I picked up the creamer container. 45 calories for one serving. One bottle of that poison has 65 servings. 65?! Wow, I go through a whole bottle of creamer a WEEK. 65*45=2925 calories. That is almost a whole pound (1lb = 3500 calories). I would lose almost one pound a week if i just cut my creamer from my diet. Wow. I have no problem eating healthy, but this creamer is really getting the best of me. My goal is to slowly cut creamer from my diet. I hope to use less and less everyday and slowly start using half and half and honey instead. When I go to Starbucks, I always get an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Americano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Half and Half and a tsp of honey. Why can't I do that at home too? If I have creamer in the house, I am going to use it. I just don't have enough will power right now to totally cut it out of my diet, because honestly I love the taste and its a comfort thing for me. So my ultimate goal is to be able to have creamer in the house, but not feel the need to use it, except for an occasional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning or so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also discovered the magical powers of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seeds. Yes, the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sprouts on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pets. I have read that one tablespoon of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seeds will sustain and individual for 24 hours! These seeds are rich in omega 3 fatty acids, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;antioxidants&lt;/span&gt;, fiber, calcium, iron and zinc. When the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seeds sit in water (or in the stomach) they form a gel. This gel helps slow the process in which the digestive enzymes break down carbohydrates and turn them to sugars. This helps prevent some of the calories we consume from being absorbed into our system. I have also heard that these seeds help curb your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; as well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to give these seeds a whirl. I put them into water first, but, I just couldn't get myself to drink the seeds. I decided to mix in the seeds with my home made raspberry jam and spread it on toast. Not going to lie, it looked like kitty litter on top of toast with jam. I was pleasantly surprised. The seeds had NO taste and just added a little more crunch to the toast. The seeds were very good. I don't feel like a super woman after eating the seeds, but I have heard that after a couple weeks of consuming the seeds, people notice a difference in their weight and appetite. No matter if they help me lose weight or not, I am going to try to eat these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seeds every day because I know they are good for me! I paid 10 dollars for a 10 oz bottle, which is on the expensive side, but I would say it was well worth it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**EDIT: I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; negative feedback because I am "counting calories". Repeat, I am NOT and never have counted calories. I am just trying to live a healthier life and eat more natural and unprocessed foods. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscientious&lt;/span&gt; about what I eat. Please, leave your negativity home and please do not bring it to my blog. Thanks - Jess :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-1504192525241005644?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/1504192525241005644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/chia-chia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1504192525241005644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1504192525241005644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/chia-chia.html' title='Ch-Ch-Ch-CHIA!'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrYGtRC--A8/Sgt7nEF6sTI/AAAAAAAAC8E/VMdKiY06mSc/s72-c/CHIA-SEEDS-GROUP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-3783677313280402788</id><published>2009-08-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:05:40.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Miles to Start the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.planetc1.com/images/boston-marathon-mile-17.jpg" /&gt;Last week was bitter sweet. Although I fell off the running wagon, I had a great birthday week. Now that my birthday week is over, its time to get back into running. I lost motivation last week. It was as if I forgot why I fell in love with running. I let too many distractions get in the way, and I really lost sight of my goal. As much as I love running alone, it makes it really hard to stay accountable. I really needed a swift kick in the butt last week to get me going. I really struggle with motivation lately. I constantly feel like I don't have time to run which is so not true! My birthday was last week, and I move in two weeks. I have a lot going on, but I definitely need to make time for running. I need to just schedule time for running, just as I would for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went full throttle yesterday and ran 17 miles. The temperature was in the 60's with light rain, it was perfect for a long run. Although 17 miles sounds long, it actually was refreshing and came pretty easy. I had some leg stiffness due to not running for a week, but I felt pretty good. I did the 17 miles with an average pace of 8:31. I ran through a very hilly residential area which really tired my legs out. I did walk a tiny bit, which threw off my average pace. Overall, this was a great run. It was just what I needed to get me back on track! It is runs like this one that show me I should never doubt myself. An awesome run to start off my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I don't have another week like the one I had last week. I felt guilty all week. I often compare running to a relationship. I felt like I was cheating on running. Maybe, when I was ready to see running again, it wouldn't want me back. I want to be with running forever, I don't ever want to break up with it. We have been through a lot together and I really don't know what I would do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blogger's&lt;/span&gt; blog (Jen) the other day. She set up mini goals for herself and picked out rewards for herself when she reached the goal. What an awesome idea!! Although I think running is rewarding in itself, I think it is a great idea to set up smaller goals to help yourself reach the bigger goals. Its great to look at the big picture and your main goal, but it is nice to have smaller goals to help keep you on track. In the next couple of days I am going to make a list of my smaller goals. I think seeing them on paper will really help me out. I will post these goals on here to keep me accountable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-3783677313280402788?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/3783677313280402788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-miles-to-start-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3783677313280402788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3783677313280402788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-miles-to-start-week.html' title='17 Miles to Start the Week'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-3098501367985204531</id><published>2009-08-07T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:58:26.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DailyBurn.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://notsowildlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/dailyburn-590x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://notsowildlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/dailyburn-590x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need help. I am really having trouble with this lifestyle makeover. I just forget to pay attention to the foods I put into my body. I can honestly say I have really cut down on the amount of food I intake, but sometimes I don't keep track of the types of food I eat. When beginning this lifestyle makeover, the plan was to never count calories. I want to just listen to my body to determine what to eat. Sometimes my body tells me to eat Cheetos rather than carrots. So, I have come to the conclusion that I cannot only rely on what my body tells me, but I have to mentally track what I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to sign up with &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyplate.com/"&gt;http://www.thedailyplate.com/&lt;/a&gt;. This web site was so hard to use. I could blog on the site, post pictures, meet 'friends', and track workouts. Not really what I was looking for. So I signed up with &lt;a href="http://www.dailyburn.com/"&gt;http://www.dailyburn.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I like this site better than the first one, but it is still hard use. I don't always have my computer at the tips of my fingers to record every single thing i eat. When I cook, do I have to manually find every ingredient? No thank you. I don't have time for that. I just want a tool that will help me track what I eat. Maybe a food diary on a plain piece of paper would be better. I am still not sure what to do, but I do know I want to be accountable for what I eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wanted to ever have to calorie count. Calorie counting makes me really not want to eat at all. I feel super guilty eating things when I know how many calories it has. I logged on the &lt;a href="http://www.dailyburn.com/"&gt;http://www.dailyburn.com/&lt;/a&gt; today to record my breakfast. It informed me the the amount of creamer I used in my coffee today total was over 130 calories of pure fat. Awesome. While it is good that I am aware of this, I really am not willing to give up my creamer at this point. I guess this tool will inform me of what I am eating and help me make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscientious&lt;/span&gt; choices when it comes to eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times like these make me wonder, how does everyone else stay on track and eat healthy? I would love to hear tips about how to stay on track and how to track what I eat. At this point, I just really need to be accountable for the foods I eat. I need to shed a couple more pounds to be able to shed a couple seconds off my mile time. I want to do it in a healthy way by eating smart and exercising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-3098501367985204531?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/3098501367985204531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/dailyburncom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3098501367985204531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3098501367985204531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/dailyburncom.html' title='DailyBurn.com'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-9005727516713684651</id><published>2009-08-07T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:21:30.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its All In My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.jasonmoran.com/INMYMINDIMAGES/in%20my%20mind%20small%20file.jpg" /&gt;Just to warn you, the thoughts below are a bit scattered. I am not going to lie. I have not run all week. I have not had any motivation. I have really tried to spend my week thinking about why I run and what made me love running in the first place. There are so many people in the world that are too sick to run and some that can't even walk. Why do I take running for granted sometimes? I should be so thankful that I can run in the first place. I should be so thankful for all the good things running has done in my life. I need to spend more time with running, just so it knows how much it knows how much it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I have a goal. My goal is to run the Seattle Marathon in November. Training alone has been very difficult. Although I prefer to run alone, I also would really enjoy having a running partner. Someone to keep me accountable and help me stay on track. Once again, this is another one of my lousy excuses for not running. I am sure if I had a training partner, I would come up with a different excuse. So, why all the excuses? I think I am very afraid I am going to fail. I am afraid I will not be able to run a marathon. I really can't sit around and not run due to my fear of failure. I am only hurting myself by having negative thoughts. I was talking to a friend last night about the importance of positive thinking. Its funny, I can sit around and tell everyone else to think positive, why can't I take my own advice? Negative thoughts will only hold me back from my goal. It is not going to get me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fear less, hope more. Eat less, chew more. Whine less, breathe more. Talk less, say more. Love more and all good things will be yours&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once you replace the negative thoughts with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; ones, you'll start having positive results&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I have said many times before, my mind is so powerful. I need to use it for the greater good. I really want to eliminate all of my negative thoughts and fears about running. I am not going to fail. I am going to run this marathon because I know I have the mental and physical strength to conquer whatever I set my mind to. My initial goal was to run the marathon at a specific pace and not walk at all. Since this is my first marathon, I just want to cross the finish line. I want to have the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of calling myself a marathoner. I want to know what it feels like to complete a marathon. I am a runner, next step is a marathoner. I will do it, because I know I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;: I have had very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; results this week. Whenever I get a 'bad feeling' I quickly shut it down with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; thought. Negative thoughts are not going to rule my life. I always drink my coffee in the same recliner every morning while i watch Sister Sister (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I never recline the seat, but this morning I decided to. The moment I reclined the chair, I immediately thought of a stretcher. Why? No clue. But, that to me, was a very bad thought. Was I going to wind up in a stretcher later that day? I quickly stopped those thoughts. I reclined my chair anyways, and so far, nothing bad has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, right now I am getting bad thoughts about writing this. Like I am going to now have something bad happen to me. I am going to post this anyways. I have just been trying to do anything I can to show myself these 'bad thoughts' are just a pigment of my mind and very irrational. I love the picture on this post, "In my mind", &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I keep telling myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-9005727516713684651?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/9005727516713684651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/9005727516713684651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/9005727516713684651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-in-my-mind.html' title='Its All In My Mind'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-3267065128192172319</id><published>2009-08-06T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:50:25.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Road ID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jillwillrun.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/roadid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://jillwillrun.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/roadid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I began running as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt; runner.  I love running outside, there is something about running with my hair flowing in the wind and my feet on the pavement. But to be honest, I have always had a fear of the road.  It would be so easy for a car to pull up and snatch me away or better yet, get hit by a car.  As much as I would like to think we live in a safe world, we don't.  I don't want to be a naive runner.  When I run outside, I try not to run the same path everyday, I try to run when it is well lit and where there are sidewalks.  I run with bright colors and with my mace in my hand.  Although my mace makes me feel a little safer when I run, it still doesn't eliminate my fear of the road.  I normally run with my mace in one hand, my cell in the other hand, and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; on my arm. I am not going to lie, I really hate running with my hands full, but it is a sacrifice I make for my safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I was reading a fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blogger's&lt;/span&gt; blog, I stumbled upon a picture of her "Road ID".  It is just a cute little bracelet that you wear on your runs and it has contact information on it.  Although this Road ID isn't going to save me from being hit by a driver or being snatched on my run, it will help me feel a little bit better about running outdoors.  You can order them from &lt;a href="http://www.roadid.com/"&gt;www.roadid.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I am definitely going to order myself an ID.  They are only 20 dollars and they could really help save your life.  Such a great investment.  They also come in many cute colors too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to hear from other runners about what you do to stay safe when running.  Please leave comments! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-3267065128192172319?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/3267065128192172319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-id.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3267065128192172319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3267065128192172319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-id.html' title='Road ID'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-2260082907911050590</id><published>2009-08-05T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:12:52.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.notcot.com/images/nike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 393px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 423px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.notcot.com/images/nike2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been lacking some motivation lately. Sometimes I look for other peoples words to inspire me and to light a fire. Here are some words that really caught my eye and sparked a fire for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; stand in front of the mirror before a run and wonder what the road will think of your outfit. You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to listen to its jokes and pretend they're funny in order to run on it. It will not be easier to run if you dress sexier. The road &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; notice when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; not wearing make up. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; care how old you are. And you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel uncomfortable if you make more money than it. The only thing the road cares about is that you pay it a visit once in a while&lt;/span&gt;" - NIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All your life you are told the things you cannot do. All your life they will tell you you're not good enough or strong enough or talented enough, they'll say you're the wrong height or the wrong weight or the wrong type to play this or be this or achieve this. They will tell you no, a thousand times no until all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;No's&lt;/span&gt; become meaningless. All your life they will tell you no, quite firmly and very quickly. They will tell you no. And you will tell them yes&lt;/span&gt;." - UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU'RE A RUNNER WHEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;your first thought when you look at the weekly weather &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt; is "when can I fit my runs in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt; has more miles on it than your car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at least one of your websites user names or email has the word 'run' or 'runner' in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you know exactly where one mile from your front door is (in all directions).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you hear PR you automatically think Personal Record, not public relations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-2260082907911050590?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/2260082907911050590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/piece-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2260082907911050590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2260082907911050590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/piece-of-mind.html' title='Piece of Mind'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-6011550842444554077</id><published>2009-08-05T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:10:03.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running to the Beat of the Tune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.britishcouncil.org/arts-music-graphic"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.britishcouncil.org/arts-music-graphic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you listen to music while you run? I cannot go on a run without my ipod and armband. There is nothing better than a good upbeat song to push you through the last couple miles of a run. Normally I am a country fan when it comes to music. But, when it comes to running, no country for me! I like really upbeat music. Something that has a fast tempo that can help me pick up my pace on a run. When I run, I almost like angry music. When I run mad, I run so much faster! Lately, I have been in a music funk. I just am sick of the music I currently run to. I always love to hear what other runners listen to when they run and find out what motivates them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share some music that motivates me while I run. I would LOVE if you guys would leave comments about songs that you run to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Lopez -'I'm Real'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwen Stefani - 'Hollaback Girl'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keri Hilson - 'Turning Me On'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris Kross - 'Jump!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly Clarkson - 'Don't Let Me Stop You'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eminem - 'Til I Collapse' --&gt;awesome motivating song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drake - 'Best I Ever Had'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lil Scrappy - 'Gangsta, Gangsta'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aesop Rock - 'Coffee' &amp;amp; 'None Shall Pass'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andre &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nicatina&lt;/span&gt; - 'The Jungle'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooke Hogan - 'Falling For You'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet Jackson - 'So Excited'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet Jackson and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ciara&lt;/span&gt; - 'Feedback'&lt;br /&gt;Spice Girls - 'Wannabe'&lt;br /&gt;LL Cool J &amp;amp; J Lo - 'Control Myself'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natasha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beddingfield&lt;/span&gt; - 'Single'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slightly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stoopid&lt;/span&gt; - 'Closer To The Sun'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heiroglyphics&lt;/span&gt; - 'Life Is A Blast'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TLC - 'No Scrubs'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toya&lt;/span&gt; - 'I Do'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LW&lt;/span&gt; - 'Crush On You'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything Lil Wayne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE leave a comment if you know of any good running music! I would love some feedback!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-6011550842444554077?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/6011550842444554077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-to-beat-of-tune.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6011550842444554077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/6011550842444554077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-to-beat-of-tune.html' title='Running to the Beat of the Tune'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-5036041556888973167</id><published>2009-08-04T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:41:36.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Done A Good Deed Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eternalvalues.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/dscn2646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://eternalvalues.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/dscn2646.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has nothing to do with running, but since its my blog, I can post what ever I want :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. So I was down at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOL&lt;/span&gt; this morning getting my big girl license. I ran to Starbucks to get my coffee (Its not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, but it IS my birthday) to treat myself. I was at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOL&lt;/span&gt; an hour early because I really didn't want to sit in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOL&lt;/span&gt; for 5 million hours. So, while I was standing in line outside the door I realized (10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; before they open) I didn't have any cash on me. Awesome. Lost my spot in line after an hour waiting. Ran to Safeway. Bought a magazine to get cash back. (People magazine if you were wondering, can't wait to read it later!) Got in my car and drove like a mad woman back to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOL&lt;/span&gt;. When I pulled up, I noticed the line was no longer 20 people long, it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; around the entire building. So, me and my 25 dollars cash walked to the back of the line. In no way was I going to go cut and ask if I could have my spot back. 2 minutes later, the kind old man I was standing in line earlier walks around the building and tells me I can have my spot back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is little things like this that really make my day. Why can't everyone be so kind? He could have easily just stood there and be one spot ahead in line. It is the little things in life that really make my day. He really didn't have to do that for me, but I am very thankful that he did. It makes me want to go one step further everyday to do something nice for someone else. It takes one second out of my life, but it might make someone else's day. Why can't we all make little sacrifices here and there for other people? You should never do nice things for other people expecting a payback or a pat on the back. Do it just to be nice, to make someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; day. I am going to try to make a bigger effort everyday to do more selfless acts for other people. Make the world a better place one good deed at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;: This week has been ground breaking for me, and its only Tuesday!! I have not blocked my door at night with a crate. I have not checked under the bed or in the closet. I have not worried about the lid on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chap stick&lt;/span&gt;. I have allowed the clothes in my closet to remain unorganized. I have not worried about which way the things in my room are organized before bed. I feel very good, very free and most of all, very happy. I am so proud of my progress in the past year, just goes to show, I can do ANYTHING I put my mind to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all of the support everyone.  You have no idea how much it means to me.  I love reading peoples comments and thoughts.  Very appreciative and very thankful! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-5036041556888973167?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/5036041556888973167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-done-good-deed-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5036041556888973167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5036041556888973167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-done-good-deed-today.html' title='Have You Done A Good Deed Today?'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-5498746850394182032</id><published>2009-08-03T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:14:31.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO IT! - Call Me Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SncofvN2-QI/AAAAAAAAABc/d0Z1bsFNZLM/s1600-h/n691500161_5592956_4220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802006750886146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SncofvN2-QI/AAAAAAAAABc/d0Z1bsFNZLM/s200/n691500161_5592956_4220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have lost weight, I feel great. I think other people are starting to notice. Some people tell me I look great, they can notice a difference.  (This is my 'before' so called 'fat' stage) While other people say "WOW, man you used to look pretty plump!" Plump? Really? When I think of plump, I think of plums. Yes, fat purple plums. Did I used to look like a fat purple plum? I am 5'8 and used to be a size 8, now am a size 6. Is 5'8 and a size 8 plump? How about fat? Because I never thought of myself as fat or plump. Although I am happy that I have lost a little weight, I really hate it when people tell me they thought I was fat. Its a low blow to me. Some people like to go on and on about it too. "Like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omigosh&lt;/span&gt;! I totally used to be grossed out by your stomach, and you used to be so thick." "You used to be so fat, like, really fat!" "How did you do it? I mean, you were so big before!" "How were you even able to run before? You were pretty big" Thanks, you can stop now. I am proud of the body I was given, even if it was a size 8. Who cares. There is more to me than the size of my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to think I have always had a lot of self confidence. But it is comments like these that really get me down. I had a friend once (hope they're not reading &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) tell me I looked like I was on the Big Mac diet. Yes I said it. Me and my size 8 jeans looked like we were on the Big Mac diet. I about crawled over the table and pounded the guy. Seriously? And we wonder why society is the way it is. Guys need to keep their mouths shut. Unless it is going to be a respectful compliment, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! Us girls, we remember every single comment that people make about us, especially about our bodies. I can even remember, way back in junior high, a guy looked at my binder and told me I looked fat in one of my pictures. FAT? I was a size 00. I don't think I had an ounce of fat on my body. But at the time, I believed it. For a while, I allowed myself to hate my body because some lousy guy who had nothing better to do called me fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to let these negative comments get me down. I am not going to starve myself or hate my body. So, go ahead, tell me I am fat, better yet, on the big mac diet! Its just more motivation baby. I'll take it out on the pavement later ;)&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/7975255013741624013-5498746850394182032?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/5498746850394182032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-it-call-me-fat.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5498746850394182032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5498746850394182032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-it-call-me-fat.html' title='DO IT! - Call Me Fat'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X61g3Qp9P-w/SncofvN2-QI/AAAAAAAAABc/d0Z1bsFNZLM/s72-c/n691500161_5592956_4220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-2353843329921097980</id><published>2009-08-03T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:06:42.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A RUNNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://completerunning.com/running-blog-mark/wp-content/iamarunner3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 407px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://completerunning.com/running-blog-mark/wp-content/iamarunner3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its official. I am a runner. Although I have been running for over a year, I can't say I ever really felt like a runner before. When I wake up in the mornings, I usually wake up with a craving. Normally this craving is for coffee, sugar or chocolate (yes, its possible to crave chocolate at 5am). But this morning, I woke up with a craving for running. It is 8:52 in the morning and all I can think about is how bad I want to hit the pavement later. I can't wait to throw up my hair and toss on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mizuno's&lt;/span&gt; and hit the open road. I have been told runners eat, sleep and breath running. I never understood that (how can you eat running? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). But I do now. Its all I think about. When I eat, I think about what kinds of foods will help me on my run later. What is going to fuel my muscles for my long run. When I go to bed at night, I think about where I am going to run the next day and how far I am going to run. I don't think about what I am going to wear to work in the morning, I think about what I am going to wear on my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating pretty healthy lately with a couple minor downfalls. My runs have been pretty impressive lately. Eating healthy makes my body feel so good. I used to feel like a greasy potato chip, and how I feel like a fresh pineapple (weird analogy, i know). I feel like 20 billion bucks. I feel awesome. I used to wonder how people could run so much. Now, I wonder why people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; run so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a very happy place in my life. I believe running has got me to this happy place. Ask anyone I know, and they will tell you that I was the person who would worry about everything. I would worry and stress about thinks FOR other people, like I was doing them a favor or something. That Jessica has been replaced. If I worry and stress about everything, I am going to miss out on a lot of life. Running has opened my eyes to a new world, a happy and carefree world. I am on top of the world when I run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the day, I can finally say, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like a runner&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-2353843329921097980?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/2353843329921097980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-runner.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2353843329921097980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2353843329921097980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-runner.html' title='I AM A RUNNER'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-2706557111995011313</id><published>2009-08-02T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:17:32.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental &gt; Physical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/irun_poster-p228295593593410168trma_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/irun_poster-p228295593593410168trma_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had two great runs this weekend. A 15 miler and a 7 miler. I have thought a lot lately about why I run. Because when I think about it, its painful, tiring and straight up time consuming. In a sick and twisted way, the pain is the best part about running. I love running and feeling the burn deep in my muscles. In a way, the pain makes me feel more alive than ever. The pain also shows me how powerful my mind is. I can run 20 miles and be in so much pain I feel like I am going to collapse, but the one thing that soothes the pain is my mind. My mind is so powerful and it out does the pain every time. Running is so incredibly mental. When people say they aren't a runner because they are too out of shape and what not, I just laugh because its such a lame excuse. Anyone can be a runner, they just have to want it for themselves. Running shows me that my mind is so much more powerful that I ever thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I can block out the pain while running, why can't I use my mind to conquer other things in life, like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;, anxiety and my panic disorder? I can. Running helps me realize that I can use my mind to help conquer my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;. If my mind is powerful enough to convince me of irrational things, then it can just as well help me realize those thoughts are irrational. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did laundry today. Normally when I hang up my laundry it is organized by type and color and all of the shirts hang in the same direction. Today, I hung up the clothes and didn't organize them or make sure they were all hanging in the same direction. Although a small step, it was progress. It feels so good to make little changes everyday. The other day (last blog post) I vowed to not worry about the lid to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;petroleum&lt;/span&gt; jelly. I am happy to say I have not worried about the lid and which way it was on the container. I got to say, it feels pretty darn good. Almost like chains are releasing. With every ritual I kick, I feel a little bit more free. I know one day, I will be completely free and I can't wait :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-2706557111995011313?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/2706557111995011313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/mental-physical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2706557111995011313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2706557111995011313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/08/mental-physical.html' title='Mental &gt; Physical'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-4853645649240137086</id><published>2009-07-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:31:16.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets, Zensah's and Designer Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.runjunk.com/ProductImages/zensah/zensah_calf_shin_sleeve.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.runjunk.com/ProductImages/zensah/zensah_calf_shin_sleeve.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was not planning on running today since I ran yesterday and bruised the top of my foot.  But once I got home tonight, the sun was setting and it was getting cooler outside, it was too perfect to pass up.  My shins were a tad sore so I decided to wear my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CEP's&lt;/span&gt; on the run.  It is so amazing how much the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CEP's&lt;/span&gt; help! I had no pain on my run.  I ran 7.5 miles out and then ran back.  Running outside is so much easier than running on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt; at the gym.  When I run on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt;, I am so focused on the time and my speed, which distracts me from my run.  Running outside allows me to really stay in tune with my body.  I love being outdoors, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt; gets so boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really surprised myself today.  I didn't think I had enough will in me to go for a run.  But I laced up and just did it.  Although it was slower than some of my other runs (8 min miles), I can honestly say it was one of my best runs.  Not once did I think about how tired I was or what time it was.  Since I love my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CEP's&lt;/span&gt; so much, I decided to buy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zensah&lt;/span&gt; calf sleeves. I have heard a lot of good things about them, so I decided to just go for it! I am very excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a little off topic, I went shopping today.  I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; to look for a new dress for next weekend.  I of course was side tracked by the jeans.  There is something about designer jeans that I just can't resist.  So, I decided to just try on a couple pairs for fun.  So I picked up about 3 pairs and went into the dressing room.  Normally I have to do a little jumping action to get into my jeans (I have quite the booty ;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;).  But today was different.  I was able to step into my jeans, not jump into them.  As i zipped the zipper and buttoned the button, I was almost in tears.  The jeans were too big, yes, too big.  Although I run to feel good, I run to stay in shape.  I have lost 6 pounds in the last three weeks.  I didn't really notice it in the mirror, but I can finally say I noticed it when I slipped those jeans over my hips.  I am a whole two sizes smaller than I was last month.  This was just what I needed, I just needed a little extra motivation this week, and now I have it.  I am finally loving the body God has given me, and its about time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-4853645649240137086?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/4853645649240137086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunsets-zensahs-and-designer-jeans.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4853645649240137086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4853645649240137086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunsets-zensahs-and-designer-jeans.html' title='Sunsets, Zensah&apos;s and Designer Jeans'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-7543975185162839974</id><published>2009-07-31T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:34:57.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scattered Friday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.comments.zingerbugimages.com/Days/Friday/happy_friday_red_flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.comments.zingerbugimages.com/Days/Friday/happy_friday_red_flower.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday! Every Friday, I treat myself to Starbucks. Today I just got a drip coffee. I feel like I really appreciate the coffee more when I go only on Fridays. Its just something little to look forward to at the end of the week. This week has been a good week, but I haven't had much motivation to work out and eat healthy. There is no excuse, but I have really been busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although running has been such a relief for me, sometimes it can also be a hassle. When I run, I sweat, a lot. Once I go for a run, then I have to shower which takes for ever. Sometimes I just don't have time after work to run, shower, put makeup back on, dry my hair and style it. I really need to stop convincing myself that running is a hassle. If running is going to be a part of my life, I need to schedule time for it, just as I would schedule time for my friends. I really need to find more motivation this next week and really commit to running and eating healthy. Eating healthy has been a big issue this week. It is my Dad's birthday this week and my 21st birthday next week. I feel like I have been going out to eat all this week, and I am sure I will be doing the same next week. Although I cannot avoid going out to eat, I can limit what I eat and how much I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different note, I went to bed last night without organizing the shoes and the clothes in my room last night. I even went to bed with one of my dresser drawers slightly open. I know this sounds lame, but this was huge progress for me. I set my alarm for 5:00am, not 5:06 or 5:22, just 5:00. It is a relief to wake up knowing that nothing bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; because there was a shoe on the ground or because my dresser drawer was open. It just proves that my thoughts are irrational and only hurt me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My next goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Every night I put petroleum jelly on my lips to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;moisturize&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;, always, always make sure that when I put the lid on, that the letters on the top of the container are right side up, not upside down. My goal today is to be able to use the jelly and just put the lid on and not worry which way the letters on the lid are. This may seem small, but this is a big step to regaining my life back....and I know I can do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-7543975185162839974?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/7543975185162839974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-scattered-friday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7543975185162839974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7543975185162839974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-scattered-friday-thoughts.html' title='My Scattered Friday Thoughts'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-7502618074639211078</id><published>2009-07-30T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:55:15.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD, Please Leave Me Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.synthstuff.com/mt/archives/medtees-ocd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.synthstuff.com/mt/archives/medtees-ocd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a very good week. I can't say I have had really awesome workouts or ate super healthy, but I can say that I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; been happy. Lately, with the health issues I have been having, I feel like I have let my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; get the best of me. For example, setting my alarm clock at night has been a hassle. If i set my clock for 5:00 and get a bad feeling, I have to change it. Sometimes it takes me ten minutes at night to decided on a time to wake up in the morning. Why can't I set my alarm for 5:00 and let it be? Last night, I set my alarm for 5:17. Why? Because 5:17 was the first time on the clock that didn't give me a 'bad' feeling. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; has come a long ways since a year ago, but there is still a lot of progress to be made. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;, I believe, is all in my head. Nothing bad is going to happen to me if my alarm is set for 5:14 verse 5:17. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to bed at night is such a task for me. Besides my alarm, I have to check in my closet, under my bed (yes, because I think a person is hiding in there) and I have to block my door with a crate at night. Once I have checked for 'people' in my room blocked my door, I then have to rearrange the clothes on my floor until I get a 'good feeling'. I normally get a 'good feeling' when I can't see any shoes on the floor. Why do I do this? Because I am out of my mind (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;). I have let my mind convince myself of irrational things...and I am DONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, I have really realized that life is way too short to let my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; and anxiety consume me. There is so much more to life. If I let this disorder define me, then I am never going to truly live and experience life. I am not going to let this disorder limit me and what I can do. I am so much more than this disorder. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; is just another bump along the beautiful road of life. I will not let this stop me from reaching my goals. I have one beautiful life to live, and I am not going to waste it by waiting for 'good feelings' anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful for running and the good Lord above. Without the two of them, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; don't know where I would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-7502618074639211078?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/7502618074639211078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/ocd-please-leave-me-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7502618074639211078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7502618074639211078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/ocd-please-leave-me-alone.html' title='OCD, Please Leave Me Alone'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-3575609543827828892</id><published>2009-07-21T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:30:39.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Coffee Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://phaedo.cx/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/starbucks-latte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://phaedo.cx/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/starbucks-latte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know me, then you know I love coffee.  I would drink it all day everyday if my stomach allowed it.  I love the atmosphere of a coffee shop.  I enjoy meeting up with friends for a cup of coffee, studying there and simply just reading a good book with a good cup of coffee.  It is very easy to drink mass amounts of coffee when staying up late studying for an exam and getting up early for work or classes.  This lifestyle makeover has made me very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscientious&lt;/span&gt; of everything i put in my body.  Its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to consume small quantities of coffee, but 5-10 cups is a little overboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my makeover has begun, I have been drinking two cups of black coffee a day and have been working on switching from Creamer to Half and Half (Thanks Michelle!) Sometimes more, sometimes less.  Although Lattes do have dairy in them, they also have sugary syrups in them.  If I order a latte it is normally a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sugar free&lt;/span&gt; non-fat latte.  Not only are lattes and other coffee drinks not good for you, they are also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin'&lt;/span&gt; expensive!  4 dollars on a coffee drink is too much when I can make drip coffee at home for a lot less.  I think it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to treat myself to a latte every once in a while, but I think I am going to save my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; trips for when I meet up with friends or want to relax, rather than picking up a latte everyday on my way to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today was Starbucks' 'Free Pastry Day'.  I will admit, I was planning on participating in this 'free pastry day' and I am proud to say, I drove right past the Starbucks today, and didn't stop for a pastry.  I have worked way to hard to eat a pastry this morning.  I know it is alright to treat myself every now and then.  But i think this treat was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;.  I am very proud that I was able to resist this temptation and drive right past it. My workouts have been outstanding since I began this lifestyle makeover, I really want to continue on this path and I think a pastry would have really thrown me off this early in the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-3575609543827828892?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/3575609543827828892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-coffee-addiction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3575609543827828892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3575609543827828892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-coffee-addiction.html' title='My Coffee Addiction'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-8816058923809642659</id><published>2009-07-20T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:44:01.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DailyMile.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c3.dailymile.com/images/home_screen2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://c3.dailymile.com/images/home_screen2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I joined the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dailymile&lt;/span&gt; the other day. I was a little skeptical at first. I had a hard time figuring out how to use the website and wasn't sure how often I would actually log onto the site to track my workouts. So, Day 3 using the website, and I am very happy with it. Being able to track my workouts and be accountable to other people is so motivating. People can send "motivation" and comment about your workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After joining Twitter, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DailyMile&lt;/span&gt; and now this blog, I have realized how important it is to be able to talk to people who have the same interests you do. It is so important to have people in your life who can support you through your training and also people who know exactly what you are going through. I love being able to ask for advice and being able to talk about running and training with other people. The support I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, Twitter, this blog and now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DailyMile&lt;/span&gt; has been so encouraging and very uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next goal is to join a running group and/or find a training partner. I think it would be very motivating to be able to run with someone and train with other people. I am just having a hard time finding people in Seattle that are also looking for training partners. Also, I am really not sure how to go about finding a running group. Wish me luck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.dailymile.com/people/jrtrunr"&gt;www.dailymile.com/people/jrtrunr&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;-- check it out! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-8816058923809642659?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/8816058923809642659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-joined-dailymile-other-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8816058923809642659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8816058923809642659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-joined-dailymile-other-day.html' title='DailyMile.com'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-1317660882316766344</id><published>2009-07-18T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:59:49.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Out To Eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dicarlofood.com/recipes/chicken/chicken%20taco/soft%20tacos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dicarlofood.com/recipes/chicken/chicken%20taco/soft%20tacos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 of the makeover has been the toughest day yet. Went out with the family and some friends to a local street fair today. Everyone decided to go to Mexican food for lunch. As we all know, Mexican food isn't the healthiest food in the world. I cannot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; everyone to change their plans because I want to eat healthy. Trying to find something healthy on the menu was nearly impossible. There are no whole wheat or low fat options. I ended up ordering a chicken taco (who knows how healthy that was!). Although I think (not sure) it was probably healthier than an enchilada or a burrito, it still was still dripping in grease. Eating out makes it every difficult to stick with my lifestyle makeover. When I see everyone else ordering tons of delicious food, and I am stuck with a side order taco, its very hard not to indulge. Last week, all of us in the office went out to a pizza place for lunch. As much as I wanted to order pizza with the rest of them, I ordered a chinese salad. It was a good salad, but I bet the pizza would have tasted way better. I am very proud that I was able to turn down the enchilada and the pizza, I just cross my fingers that I can keep this up. I just have to keep thinking that this will pay off in the end and will be well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I feel like I don't eat out a whole lot, I eat out more than I should whether it is to catch up with old friends or going out to lunch with co-workers. Going out to eat is a good way to socialize and catch up with people, so it is not something I want to totally eliminate from my new lifestyle. I need to maintain my motivation and not give in to all of the delicious temptations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another incredible workout this morning. I started out on the bike doing 1:50 minute miles. I ended up biking 20 miles, running 3 miles and then swimming for 30 minutes. The biking and the running went well, but my swimming definitely needs work. There are a lot of really good swimmers at the pool I go to. I feel so uncomfortable swimming next to them because I am a beginner swimmer. I get so distracted watching them, and feel like they will almost judge me for being a bad swimmer (which I know they won't). My goal is to keep with the swimming and continuing practicing everyday. Like they say, practice makes perfect :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-1317660882316766344?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/1317660882316766344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-out-to-eat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1317660882316766344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/1317660882316766344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-out-to-eat.html' title='Going Out To Eat'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-3665134469085471933</id><published>2009-07-17T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:30:01.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of My 'Lifestyle Makeover'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/wp-content/uploads/satevepost/photo_20090606_stairs_running-400x265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today's goal was to run 6 miles and swim one mile. Once I hit 6 miles I was feeling so good. Normally, I really have to push myself to meet my daily goal. Today was different, that 6 mile goal turned into a 12 mile run. My body feels so good. I was listening to T.I.'s 'Motivation' and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; put me in a zone. Once I got started, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; couldn't stop! I ran 12 miles at a 7:21 pace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have eaten healthy all day long and have resisted the temptation of over eating. If this is how I feel on day 2 of my 'lifestyle makeover', I cannot wait to see how good I feel on day 20, 40...and the rest of my life! It really gets me thinking, why didn't I start this sooner, why did I put this off so long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-3665134469085471933?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/3665134469085471933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2-of-my-lifestyle-makeover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3665134469085471933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/3665134469085471933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2-of-my-lifestyle-makeover.html' title='Day 2 of My &apos;Lifestyle Makeover&apos;'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-2330460691465574785</id><published>2009-07-17T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:48:56.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday Morning Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fat-loss-reviews.info/bellyfat/images/weight-loss-tips.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.fat-loss-reviews.info/bellyfat/images/weight-loss-tips.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been running and working out for a year and honestly, I haven't been able to say that I have seen a big difference in my body....until today that is :). While I was getting ready for work this morning I made a discovery. I can see, visibly see, my abs. I have abdominal muscles! They have always been covered by (this is gross) a layer of flub. Its nice to know, all of my hard work and dedication is paying off. Although I run to feel good mentally and physically, I also want to look good. I feel like I am making good progress. I think a big part of feeling good is feeling good about your body. I can finally say, I feel good about my body. I still feel like I have a ways to go, but I am making progress. Progress is all I can ask for :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this whole "lifestyle makeover" is so much harder than I originally thought. I am living at home for a month before I move. My family is naturally very thin and they eat a lot of junk food. They don't have to worry about gaining weight or any thing like that. Having the temptation of junk food 24/4 is so difficult. So far, I have resisted temptation, but it has been very hard. I have realized this lifestyle makeover is definitely not something that is going to happen overnight. It takes 21 days to form a habit, unfortunately I am only on day 2. I feel very confident that I can stick with this, and I think the pay off will be bigger than I ever dreamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-2330460691465574785?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/2330460691465574785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-friday-morning-discovery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2330460691465574785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/2330460691465574785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-friday-morning-discovery.html' title='My Friday Morning Discovery'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-5166756677387089966</id><published>2009-07-17T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:50:03.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting My Fears Aside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sugarnspiceblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sugarnspiceblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/banana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today is a big day for me. This may sound incredibly strange, but, I am going to eat my first banana in several years today. I have have a very large phobia of tarantulas. When I say large, I mean very very large. When my grandma found out about this phobia, she thought it would be good to talk about them and expose me to them. She gave me many facts about them and told me I should not worry about them because they are harmless. She decided to tell me a story about when she used to work in the produce department at the local grocery store. She told me that every time they got a shipment of bananas there would be tarantulas crawling all over the bananas. From that moment on, I have never touched a banana. I was mortified that I had been touching something that a tarantula had once touched. I work at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coffee shop&lt;/span&gt; on the side and we sell bananas. I stay as far away from the bananas as possible. But today is the day I am going to put this fear to rest. Fearing something so harmless is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;. I have wasted too much of my life in fear, and it stops today. So I am about to eat my first banana. I know this sounds stupid, but this is a very big day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-5166756677387089966?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/5166756677387089966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-today-is-big-day-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5166756677387089966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/5166756677387089966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-today-is-big-day-for-me.html' title='Setting My Fears Aside'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-4691094022647919576</id><published>2009-07-16T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:44:11.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Block Out the Pain and Feel Your Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sl-designs.com/images/free-backgrounds/quotes-inspiration1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 429px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.sl-designs.com/images/free-backgrounds/quotes-inspiration1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a lot of people asking me lately on how I cut my mile time in half within the last year. I began running a year ago and started running one mile a day until i could run one mile without stopping at an 8:30 pace. This took a lot of time to be able to increase my speed. During this time I was doing a lot of cross training such as lifting weights (even if it was at home in front of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; during Oprah), and biking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this period of time I began focusing mainly on running. I would pick a landmark, and run until I reached the landmark. Each day, I would try to run a little further and further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in February when I decided to train for a marathon, I changed my workouts. Currently, I do one long run a week (between 10 and 15 miles). I also do one "mile best" every week, where I run one mile as fast as I can (which is about 5:50). I try to run at least 4 days a week, a couple of miles at an easy pace (9-10 minute miles). I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; do a lot of cross training like swimming, biking, walking, free weights and the stair master. Completing the 'mile best' every week has really helped my training. I'm really not sure why, but it has. Also, the compression socks I talked about early really help! I don't feel so much pressure in my feet when I wear them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the key is to work out every day, cross train and work on "mile bests". Also, taking baths with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Epsom&lt;/span&gt; salt and icing to prevent injury helps so I don't have to take a ton of time off to rest up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While all of the training helps, in my opinion, running is purely mental. Learning to block out the pain while staying motivated is the key to success. Make sure to have good music that will motivate you and clear your mind of all the other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stresses&lt;/span&gt; in your life. Set a goal of where you want to run to and give yourself a time limit. Focus on yourself and how your body feels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Block out the pain and feel your success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-4691094022647919576?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/4691094022647919576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-had-lot-of-people-asking-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4691094022647919576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4691094022647919576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-had-lot-of-people-asking-me.html' title='Block Out the Pain and Feel Your Success!'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-8914525949282350266</id><published>2009-07-16T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:00:51.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/images/gizmodo/2008/09/nikeworkout1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 395px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/images/gizmodo/2008/09/nikeworkout1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used to always hate running outside because I felt like there was no way to track my distance. Unless I ran the same course everyday, I never knew if I was improving. I recently bought a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; because my old one broke. I decided to go with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; touch. A guy at the apple store introduced me to the Nike+. The Nike+ is a tiny chip (about an inch big) that goes in your shoe and its only 20 bucks!! I was a little skeptical about it at first, but I am completely in love with it now. I can customize my workouts with the Nike+, whether I am doing a timed workout, or running for distance. It keeps track of all of my workouts and shows how far I went, my pace and how many calories I burned. I have ran with the Nike+ on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt; and it seems to be pretty accurate, +/- .1 miles or so. Although I recently traded in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nike's&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mizuno's&lt;/span&gt;, I purchased a pouch for the Nike+ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insert&lt;/span&gt; and it laces in with my shoelaces. Its nice to know that I don't have to stick with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nike's&lt;/span&gt; to use this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insert&lt;/span&gt;. This is such a great tool and for only 20 bucks, how can you go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-8914525949282350266?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/8914525949282350266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-newest-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8914525949282350266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8914525949282350266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-newest-obsession.html' title='My Newest Obsession'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-7411219023528310976</id><published>2009-07-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:34:34.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Eating in the Workplace</title><content type='html'>I would say the hardest part of training overall has been controlling my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webspin.org/wp-content/uploads/healthy-food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.webspin.org/wp-content/uploads/healthy-food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; habits. I find it very hard to stick with an eating plan when my schedule is all over the place.  Between working and going to school, it is very hard to find time to cook and prepare healthy meals.  And I have to admit, I have quite the sweet tooth :).  So today I have decided to start being more aware of the foods I consume. I don't want to call it a diet because diets make me feel like I am fat, so I am going to call it a "lifestyle makeover". I refuse to count calories because I think it is a waste of time.  So I am going to listen to my body and eat the foods that make me feel good.  As much as I want to lose a little weight (who doesn't?), my main goal is to feel good.  So I really want to cut out the fried food and really limit the amount of sugar I intake.  I am going to try to substitute the foods I normally eat with healthy alternatives.  For example, instead of using the regular Vanilla Creamer in my coffee, I am going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; it with the Fat-Free International Delight Vanilla creamer.  By making little substitutions here and there, I think it will dramatically make a difference in the way my body feels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my biggest problem is finding things to eat while I am on the go and at work.  I find myself mindlessly eating in my cubical lately, and it really needs to stop.  Here are some good healthy snacks that are great on the go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trail mix - great protein!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;String cheese (low fat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apple and peanut butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yogurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whole wheat crackers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bananas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Carrots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, water and green tea are great options to take the edge off hunger!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I have found, I can eat healthy all I want, but the key is knowing when to put down the fork! I am going to really try to listen to my body, and to not eat if I am not hungry.  Portion control is the key to maintaining my new "lifestyle".   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck! :) -&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JRTRUNR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-7411219023528310976?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/7411219023528310976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/healthy-eating-in-workplace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7411219023528310976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/7411219023528310976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/healthy-eating-in-workplace.html' title='Healthy Eating in the Workplace'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-8204136021360606056</id><published>2009-07-15T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:48:39.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shin splints'/><title type='text'>Compression Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.irishfit.eu/cepsocks/d00ec30694.jpg" /&gt;I have been experiencing the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt; shin splints lately. Rest is the best thing to do for shin splints, but taking off a whole week of running really slows down my training. I was told my shin splints were probably a result of my shoes. So I traded in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nike's&lt;/span&gt; for a pair of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mizunos&lt;/span&gt;. The new shoes helped, but I was still having shin splints. After trying everything, a friend on Twitter mentioned compression socks. I bought a pair of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CEP&lt;/span&gt; compression socks and they are amazing! My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CEP's&lt;/span&gt; paired with some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt; cured my shin splints. On days when I can feel shin splints coming on, I wear my compression socks while I run and then take them off about a half hour after my run. My shins feel 100% better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although these compression socks have worked wonders for me, I have also learned the importance of cross-training. Running is so hard on the body's joints, so it is good to pair running with other types of exercise. Along with running, I have started to swim and bike. Swimming is very easy on the body and is very good for &lt;a href="http://www.swimwatch.net/uploaded_images/female-swimmer-798023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the heart and lungs.  Cross-training is very important and helps prevent injury.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-8204136021360606056?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/8204136021360606056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/compression-socks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8204136021360606056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/8204136021360606056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/compression-socks.html' title='Compression Socks'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975255013741624013.post-4856256791744571188</id><published>2009-07-15T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:29:20.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>My Love For Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sportsdesktopwallpaper.net/backgrounds/running/Female_runner_silhouette_is_mirrored_below_with_a_soft_pastel_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.sportsdesktopwallpaper.net/backgrounds/running/Female_runner_silhouette_is_mirrored_below_with_a_soft_pastel_sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love with running one year ago, and am training for my first marathon. I plan to run the Seattle Marathon in November this year. When I was diagnosed with Anxiety, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; and panic attack disorder a year ago, I sought out different ways to cope with my stress and anxiety. I tried &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt;, yoga and medication and nothing did the trick. Since I began running a year ago, I have found a way to relieve my stress and anxiety. When I go for a run, I can block out all other thoughts and completely focus on my body and the pavement in front of me. Running has been such an important part of my life in the past year. I am proud to say I have not had one panic attack since I began running. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year ago, I was running a 12 minute mile, and could barely run a whole mile without stopping to walk. Today, I ran 10 miles at a 6:50 pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running will always be a part of my life. I have learned so much about myself through running. I hope to share my love of running and nutrition with you. :) -&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JRTRUNR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7975255013741624013-4856256791744571188?l=jrtrunr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/feeds/4856256791744571188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4856256791744571188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7975255013741624013/posts/default/4856256791744571188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrtrunr.blogspot.com/2009/07/motivation.html' title='My Love For Running'/><author><name>JRTRUNR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10498272826911463478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MZB0KGmuDg/TfknOqYuKcI/AAAAAAAAAII/VfPyddzNsXE/s220/2011-03-19%2B13.37.32_edit0%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
