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There's a party goin' on right here

Apparently when I fail to look at my calendar until just before I go to bed, I completely forget my blog's birthday (last Thursday). Bad bloggy mommy, I know. So I'm here to wish my blog a belated happy second birthday. There is no giveaway to celebrate the day. No cupcakes to enjoy (other than the one above that is making me drool like a teething baby) . But here are a few of the posts you may have missed that have helped make my blog special (at least to me) over the past 730 days (+4 because I need to learn to look at my calendar in the morning) and 222 (+ this one) posts: DNF, DNS and more "runner lingo" A Letter to My Treadmill Skinny People Runnerds The 12 Days of Running Disappointed And since we're on the subject of my blog, have you voted today for it to be one of the Top 25 Health & Fitness Mom Blogs? If not, just click the little circle below and then give me a "thumbs up."

Things I Love Thursday - Running for a Reason

Alicia, of Alicia Runs , who I also claim as a friend (even if we've only seen each other in person a few times) is hosting a Virtual 5K Race for Autism . She has some amazing prizes lined up (including some Runnerd stickers) , so head over to her blog HERE , learn more about the race (and prizes), and sign up NOW!! And don't forget to vote for me to be one of the Top 25 Health & Fitness Mom Blogs on Circle of Moms. Just click the circle above and then click the little "thumbs up" on the page to vote. You can vote once a day until June 1st (so I'm almost done begging and bugging). Please and thank you!

I Should Probably Tell Bono He's My Child's Godfather

I am very tired today. But very happy. Every lost moment of sleep was TOTALLY. WORTH. IT. And who knew so many of you are fellow U2 fans? Maybe not fans like I am a fan since my blog title is taken from one of their songs, my dog's middle name is Bono, and I claim Bono is my daughter's godfather since she went to two U2 concerts while in the womb. But really, how could anyone not be a U2 fan? I've had tickets to this concert for almost two years, so I have been waiting for this for a long time. But it was worth the wait. Now in my half asleep state, I'm here to share some of last night's highlights with you. And wouldn't you know...there is even some running/blogging related stuff in here. The Fray was great. You can't be a Grey's Anatomy fan and not like them. They are a surprisingly cute bunch of guys, even in their skinny jeans. And it made me feel better to find out the lead singer is 30 since he looks much younger. Not sure why it makes me fee

Butterflies

My day so far... I cleaned up this mess. Sometimes I try to be the mom that just lets The Princess's room go with the hope that she'll eventually get tired of it and clean it herself. That hasn't happened yet obviously. Then I made and ate this. It is on a dessert plate because it makes me feel like I am getting more to eat. Next it was time to shower and get dressed in this. I was going to run before the shower but made a last minute doctor's appointment to make sure I don't need to do anything more than I am doing to get and keep my leg happy. He prescribed this. And physical therapy. Now I'm doing this. There is no picture because you are lookin' at it. I'm blogging while my girls sleep. And in a few hours, I'll be here. I literally have butterflies. I am so excited!! Don't forget to vote! You know you love my blog and think it deserves to be a Top 25 Health & Fitness Mom Blog!!!

A Grain of Salt

Running advice. We all get it. Whether we want it or not. Sometimes we choose to get it when we read Runner's World each month. Other times we solicit it by asking a question on a blog, Facebook or Twitter. Other times, people just give it to us. My favorite is the non-runner advice about my running. But sometimes the advice we get is exactly what we need. Yet I was reminded of something yesterday. While I was in a meeting (obviously not paying attention), I started reading one of the the monthly "inspiration" pages in my running calendar . It talked about the danger of tinkering with your running form. Just a week or so ago, I read about how much a runner had improved by changing his form. While I haven't come to any conclusions about which side of the fence I'm on when it comes to this debate, I reminded myself that it's up to me which side to be on. That is something I have to decide for myself. Most of us bloggers are just speaking from experience. An

Ten and One

I've said it before and I'll say it again (and again and again and again, I'm sure), but I love my Millie. Last night we ran 10 miles together. Here's how things went: Mile 1: Thought about how I need to figure out how to fuel. It doesn't help that I mostly run at night but my races are all in the morning. I was hungry during this run, so I had a few bites of a LUNA Bar every few miles and my tummy never argued with my efforts to put something in it. Mile 2 : Thought about how Operation Lower Leg Happiness has been a success. Between the icing, stretching, strengthening and constant compression-sock wearing, I'm feeling pretty good. Debated whether to ice just my lower legs in a bucket or hit the tub to ice the entire legs. Ended up doing neither because I just wanted to go to bed once I finished running. Mile 3: Listened to this song several times: Made me very excited for THIS on Tuesday night. Then I tried to decide if I should start the movie I g

Things I Love Thursday - Sunscreen

If you've hung around my blog for a while, you probably know my hubs calls me The Sunscreen Nazi. I actually take pride in the fact that my girls freak out if we are at the park and they realize we forgot to put on sunscreen. I think it's awesome that a sunscreen stick is as fun for them as lip gloss. I am somewhat anal about keeping their porcelain white skin as flawless and porcelain-like as long as possible. And when one of them gets a freckle, I feel like I've failed as a mother. I haven't always been a sunscreen fanatic. In high school, I was very tan for senior prom. After that, the tanning bed remained my friend throughout college. I have a sheet of freckles on my back to prove it. I'd show you the proof, but I haven't figured out how to take a good self-portrait of my back. As I've gotten older and apparently wiser, I've also become more aware and terrified of wrinkles and skin cancer. So enter the sunscreen. Lots of sunscreen. However, I will

Mom, Runner, Blogger (with a sore toe)

Not sure how I forgot this yesterday: My girl got out and ran with her dad for about a mile. She was loving all the honks and waves she got and was seriously eating up all the attention, until she ate it. She hit the ground hard , scraping both knees and elbows. But after we got Band-aids on all her war wounds (including a princess Band-aid that a runner from another team brought over to us - aren't runners the best?!), she was excited to talk all about the people who waved and honked and cheered for her. My other girl had her last day of gymnastics today. I don't think she will miss it too much over the summer since all she wants to do is the balance beam or the trampoline. I won't miss it too much either since it seems like it is the one place I can count on my broken toe being re-injured each week. I don't know how it happens, but it gets stepped on at least once. Today it was three times. Since the toe is still so swollen and tender that I'm limited to flip flo

Half Fast Running

Blogger deleted my Thursday post last week and my weekend put me behind on everything, so I'm here for a quick update on all things IHR. Why did the weekend put me behind? Because I was at the Red Rock Relay in Moab. Other news: I started marathon training for St. George yesterday with my first run in a week. How can that be if I was at the relay over the weekend, you ask? Well, I wasn't in Moab for me. My hubs put together a team of (all but one) non-runners a few months ago to get them motivated and moving. They all trained as much as their schedules would allow, and I'm proud to say they completed their 70-mile relay faster than they expected in spite of several nagging injuries and a crazy course. Seriously, when I drove up to find them Saturday afternoon, I couldn't believe how hilly the course was. When I finally got to their team vehicle, I wasn't the least bit jealous of their adventure. Yet in spite of that, there's a good chance I'll be running it

Frozen Veggies and Tiny Treadmills

Today I got an email that began: "CONGRATULATIONS!!! We would like to congratulate you on being selected for the 2011 St George Marathon." So now it is real. Which means I am trying to put together a training plan. With my other two marathons, I just printed out a couple of marathon training plans and followed the one that looked like it would work best with my schedule and training level. I've never put together a training plan that is really specific to my past performances and expectations. This time I am going to work my life around the plan rather than the plan around my life. I am going to do this and do it right. So if you have any brilliant knowledge when it comes to putting a marathon training plan together, please share. Or if you want to volunteer to coach me to an amazing finish, you're hired. Marathon training officially starts next week. That gives me 20 weeks. My right calf has been bothering me since my half marathon, so I am trying to nurse it back t

Playing the Lottery

EMZ ran over 100 miles in 24 hours. On a treadmill. See the end of her run HERE . Then go donate . It's not too late. I wore this on Friday and thought about her all day: And my mom, who lives in the Phoeniz area, sent me these updates: Of course, she is crazy. In all the good ways. We all love you EMZ! I haven't spent 24 hours on a treadmill lately, or even cumulatively in the past few weeks, but I did sign up to Run the Slam . Participants run in four of the six half marathons, get to compare their overall time with other runners, and get a unique four-part medal. It is limited to the first 150 participants. I figured since I am already registered for three of the six half marathon options, why not? So I signed up for the Slam and registered for another half marathon on September 10. That was the excitement around here. At least for a few days. Then I remembered the St. George Marathon lottery results were being posted today and sat down at my computer this morning

Running is Not Pretty

The ONE decent race pic As I browsed the lost and found race photos looking for my girl, I realized running is not flattering. That realization made me feel a little better when I could only find three of 22 photos of myself that I would (barely) want to share on the blog. Now here is some other post-race miscellany (and stolen pics)... I drink chocolate milk after every run. There was chocolate milk after the race. Did I drink any? No, not with the puking and all. I didn't put anything in my stomach except water until that afternoon. Last week was my first 30+ mile week since last October. Next time I might consider a taper. I puked right by where they handed out the awards. My apologies to anyone who ended up standing in it. I threw up on my medal. The first two times I doubled over, I remembered to hold my medal back. The third time, it swung forward just as I puked. When The Princess called to tell Grandma about her race, my girl said she is going to do more races. I tri

Running the Numbers

1:57:18 - chip time 0:01:50 - PR 13.1 - miles run 131 - approximate number of times I thought about what I would write on my blog 14 - out of 107 in my age group 231 - overall out of 913 14:25 - finish time for The Princess's 1 Mile Fun Run 2 - # of medals we brought home 2 - # of PRs 1/3 - mile into her race before The Princess wanted to start running 4 - times I stopped to puke (in the grass) after seeing my girl off at the starting line of the fun run while heading to the restroom 20 - approximate times Bean asked "Mommy throw-up grass, why?" throughout the rest of the day 0 - # of times I have puked after (or during) a race or run before this 1 - # of times the cranberries my salad at dinner reminded me of puking up cranberries and oatmeal that morning 2 - mile when my hands stopped freezing 4 - # of times I got a snowflake in my eye while running 3 -inches of snow I scraped of my car before leaving for the race 11 - mile when seeing Alicia at the aid station made