<?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-6656337455430971268</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:34:08.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See Elsbeth Run</title><subtitle type='html'>My quest to run 26.2 miles and raise money to beat blood cancers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-1840934355068971254</id><published>2011-06-16T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:01:39.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bittersweet Sendoff and the Bottom Line</title><content type='html'>Team Tucson took off for Alaska today to run the Mayor's Midnight Marathon in Anchorage (although I hear it's not run at Midnight anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a total of 3,500 runners, 615 of them are TNT participants who raised over THREE MILLION DOLLARS in the fight to cure blood cancers.&amp;nbsp; That's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bittersweet for me because I so SO wanted to be there, but with school and life in general, it just wasn't possible for me this year.&amp;nbsp; I'm really excited to hear the race reports when they come back- always such a fun time, to see first-timers' faces lit up with the experience of getting a medal (and the ever-coveted TNT pin).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I got into a conversation with someone who was preparing to run his first 5k (the Coronado Island one, I'd love to run that some day) and he asked me if I had any advice...and I thought about it....of course the usual runs through my head "Nothing new on race day!&amp;nbsp; Hydrate! Put BodyGlide everywhere, even in places that never see daylight!"......but then I realized that none of that mattered (that much) in a 5k and they were all Moo points (thanks, Joey) anyway unless you (and this is what I told him):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have Fun and Smile.&amp;nbsp; No, seriously.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy every minute you're on that course (barring serious injury, cramps, etc etc).&amp;nbsp; Running the race is like....30% of the experience.&amp;nbsp; There's packet pickup, t-shirt getting, playlist making (if you run with music), outfit coordinating, and REALLY getting to savor a start and finish line.&amp;nbsp; So what if it's a splash of flour that someone threw on a sidewalk?&amp;nbsp; It's a finish line....it's tangible, and the feeling you get when you cross it?&amp;nbsp; Priceless (even if it does come with a side of "OhmygodI'mneverdoingthisagainI'msogladit'sover").&amp;nbsp; You did it, now wear that T-shirt with pride!&amp;nbsp; DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't go out too fast.&amp;nbsp; We've all done this.&amp;nbsp; You say you haven't?&amp;nbsp; Liar.&amp;nbsp; I recently witnessed this phenomenon&amp;nbsp; a couple of weeks ago at a local 5k.&amp;nbsp; At mile 1 all of the peacocks (you know, the ones who shave everything and run shirtless with their pecs flexed the whole time?) who sprinted out at the beginning started dropping like flies.&amp;nbsp; One by one they would look around self-conciously, hang their head, and start walking.&amp;nbsp; Okay, hang on.&amp;nbsp; There is NOTHING wrong with walking.&amp;nbsp; For f's sake, every race I've run has been run/walk.&amp;nbsp; However, walking was clearly not in the plan for these guys and the looks on their faces and the way they were carrying themselves was...well, sad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, the spirit of this event was an emotional one- it was the first race of the Gabe Zimmerman Triple Crown (he was Gabrielle Giffords' staff member who lost his life on January 8th) and Gabe's Dad was at the start line and there wasn't a dry eye who toed the line. So everyone was a little charged....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about pinning on a race number (aka bib) that makes you feel a little more special.&amp;nbsp; I'm totally serious.&amp;nbsp; As dumb as it sounds, the second you are identified as a NUMBER on a race course?&amp;nbsp; It's go time.&amp;nbsp; And I told this person that- it's fun, but watch yo'self.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, don't go out too fast, you'll be a sad panda at mile 1 if you do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And really, hydration isn't a bad idea either.&amp;nbsp; Having 3 beers and an iced tea and an ice cream cone the day of a night run is not a wise choice.&amp;nbsp; I didn't to this (I promise), but I know someone who did and maybe he didn't have such a fun time on the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: Have fun, smile, and if you don't think you're going too slow, you're going too fast.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and ps- 5 more days of school, but who's counting?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-1840934355068971254?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1840934355068971254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=1840934355068971254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1840934355068971254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1840934355068971254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2011/06/bittersweet-sendoff-and-bottom-line.html' title='A Bittersweet Sendoff and the Bottom Line'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-2575225049011046068</id><published>2011-06-10T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:02:22.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody Home?</title><content type='html'>I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are my excuses:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got into grad school and have been working my little running arse off.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention the program is at night and I'm still working full time?&amp;nbsp; Thankfully I have a summer break coming up and I'll graduate in December, but man.....I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; Um..&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; That's all I got.&amp;nbsp; I didn't stop training, but I did scale waaaaaay back on the mileage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Todd about my apprehension about letting my training go, giving up my mileage base, and all of those running diva fears, when he reminded me that I ran six marathons in exactly 2 years (bookended by the Rock N' Roll Arizona Marathon, 2009 and 2011).&amp;nbsp; That really put things in perspective for me, so I figured it was okay to cool the running jets for a little bit and focus on some other stuff like, oh, I don't know, getting a Masters Degree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to sign up for a Triathlon instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that makes a lot of sense, right?&amp;nbsp; It seemed like a neat idea at the time (and it still does, to be honest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joined the Y and started (trying) to swim.&amp;nbsp; Then I bought a bike and started riding (which I love).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, training for a triathlon takes a LOT of work and time.&amp;nbsp; Not exactly what you would heap onto the plate with an extra serving of overtime at work with a side of grad school.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the recap of the last 2 years' worth of races and times (as I can recall them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2009: Rock N Roll Arizona- 5:11&lt;br /&gt;Ocober 2009: Nike Women's Marathon- 5:05&lt;br /&gt;December 2009: Las Vegas Rock N Roll- 4:35 &lt;br /&gt;March 2010: Arizona Distance Classic Half Marathon (TNT Alumni Run)- 1:59 and something &lt;br /&gt;June 2010: Rock N Roll San Diego- 4:30 &lt;br /&gt;October 2010: Mt. Lemmon Marathon (yes, it was up Mt.Lemmon- 6,000 feet elev. gain)- 6:09 &lt;br /&gt;January 2011: Rock N Roll Arizona- 4:10.&amp;nbsp; (I know, right? I beat 2009's time by an HOUR!)&lt;br /&gt;March 2011: Arizona Distance Classic Half Marathon- 2:02 (but I was in a tutu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afF54C1xhk4/TfI-tpGjy9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SsEv9n5wXjs/s1600/adc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afF54C1xhk4/TfI-tpGjy9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SsEv9n5wXjs/s320/adc.jpg" t8="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd ran his first full marathon at the Rock N Roll Arizona and finished in 4:45.&amp;nbsp; I was SO PROUD of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Blogger has changed a few things, now I can't upload that picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what's up, I'll be back more now that summer's here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Tri is on July 3rd, the Firecracker Triathlon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.tritucson.com/FCTinf.htm"&gt;http://www.tritucson.com/FCTinf.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to it, and hopefully I'll have some pictures to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-2575225049011046068?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2575225049011046068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=2575225049011046068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2575225049011046068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2575225049011046068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2011/06/anybody-home.html' title='Anybody Home?'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afF54C1xhk4/TfI-tpGjy9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/SsEv9n5wXjs/s72-c/adc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-6977525138882593287</id><published>2010-04-10T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T08:00:04.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraising Email #1</title><content type='html'>Dear Family and Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy April!&amp;nbsp; I hope this email finds you doing well and enjoying your spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, for the last two years, I've been with Team in Training, participating in marathons to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society- to honor those who have won or lost their battles with blood cancer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time you received an email from me, I was preparing to run the Nike Women's Marathon in San Francisco.&amp;nbsp; With your help, we raised almost 14 million dollars, and the number of people who died each hour from blood cancers decreased by one.&amp;nbsp; So now each day, 24 lives are saved and it's all thanks to people like you- the generous contributors who graciously donate to fund research and ultimately find a cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm gearing up to run the San Diego Rock N' Roll Marathon, and I'm so excited to be representing Team in Training and LLS for my fourth event.&amp;nbsp; I've committed to raise $2,900 by May 1st (yes, that's a month from now) and I'm asking for your help yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have heard me tell this story before, but it is the perfect snapshot of why I continue to fundraise: while I was running the Las Vegas Rock N' Roll Marathon (in my Team jersey), a man passed me, turned around and as he shook my hand he said "I have Leukemia, thank you so much for what you do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a complete stranger approach you and let you know that they have been helped by your efforts, and that their life may be a bit better because of LLS...it gives me goosebumps.&amp;nbsp; It also makes my determination that much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great example to show that your money gives hope to those patients and I am fortunate enough to represet the LLS because of your generosity.&amp;nbsp; Your donation could provide a patient transportation to their chemo treatment sessions, or a place for their family to stay if they are being treated out of town.&amp;nbsp; It could cover their insurance copays or pay for their treatment outright if they are not fortunate enough to have health insurance.&amp;nbsp; And now, more than ever, they really need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every dollar counts and no amount is too small (or too big!).&amp;nbsp; I know these hard economic times have affected us all, so thanks in advance for your help, and and Go Team!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-6977525138882593287?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6977525138882593287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=6977525138882593287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/6977525138882593287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/6977525138882593287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2010/04/fundraising-email-1.html' title='Fundraising Email #1'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-2225878982519592077</id><published>2010-04-09T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:35:05.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something really cool just happened</title><content type='html'>So, last week, I sent out a fundraising email to kickstart my San Diego campain (annnd, that's 8 weeks until race day, but in my defense, I just finished fundraising for the Arizona Distance Classic!).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and fellow teammates, you know those emails....those ones that say "Donation Notification"?&amp;nbsp; And you get one and your hear flutters and you feel&amp;nbsp;like the most loved person on earth?&amp;nbsp; Or, in my case my phone goes blingblongbleep and I check the message and there's one of &lt;em&gt;those &lt;/em&gt;emails??&amp;nbsp; Yeah, those ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I didn't get any of those emails....and I had such a busy week at work that I didn't bother going to my fundraising&amp;nbsp;webpage to check my progress.&amp;nbsp; It was kind of in the back of my head that maybe my email was too pushy or people were rolling their eyes saying "AGAIN?&amp;nbsp; Doesn't she ever stop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just logged onto my page and almost peed my pants when I saw that there was already $160 in my account.&amp;nbsp; From where??!&amp;nbsp; Turns out people had been donating the whole time, there was just some glitch on my page (I'll figure it out eventually) and I was never notified.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am so touched by the generosity of my friends and family.&amp;nbsp; Annnnd, if you donated, your thank-you note might be a bit late.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with a wonderful surprise donation total, I am excited to kickstart my fundraising for the San Diego Rock N' Roll Marathon!&amp;nbsp; GO TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's practice run is in Sabino Canyon- I get to run 8 beautiful miles in the desert morning sun and I feel so blessed.&amp;nbsp; Happy running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-2225878982519592077?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2225878982519592077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=2225878982519592077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2225878982519592077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2225878982519592077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-really-cool-just-happened.html' title='Something really cool just happened'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-6738146623670047590</id><published>2010-03-31T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:11:06.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser</title><content type='html'>Here I am after finishing the Las Vegas Rock N' Roll Marathon in December. Official Time: 4:35:19. THAT'S what I'm talking about! This race was so much fun, I've decided to do it again this year.  Let's GO TEAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/S7Qv19XkTLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nkpHA1G7XUk/s1600/Vegas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455037652705496242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/S7Qv19XkTLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nkpHA1G7XUk/s400/Vegas5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-6738146623670047590?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6738146623670047590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=6738146623670047590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/6738146623670047590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/6738146623670047590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaser.html' title='Teaser'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/S7Qv19XkTLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nkpHA1G7XUk/s72-c/Vegas5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-8376426443006474021</id><published>2010-03-31T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:29:28.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE race report.</title><content type='html'>I wrote about three different reports and they all sounded so whiney and just….not me, so I went mile by mile (sort of) just to put it all out there.  Here’s the bottom line: I didn’t follow the most sage piece of running advice that was bestowed upon me: Race how you train.  I got caught up in the excitement and paid for it later, but looking back (almost 6 months later), in a strange way, I don’t regret what happened at all.  It’s made me a stronger runner mentally and that’s a big part of the pie when you’re out there marathoning (and half-marathoning!)  So take it for what it is: a race report (without pictures right now, because I’m lazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1- This I where I threw all judgment out the window.  Instead of walking every mile like I did when I trained for 5 months, I decided that running to the water stations would be a better idea.  Translation: instead of walking every mile, I’d be walking every 2-3 miles.  No problem, I thought- it’s totally doable.  Wrong.  I’ll elaborate on the wrong part later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 2-5: Sort of a blur.  We went through by Fisherman’s Wharf and Boudin’s Bakery, where the smell of freshly baked sourdough filled the streets….mmmm….we also ran by a group of bagpipers, a gospel choir, Ghirardelli Square, and some cheerleaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 6: This is where we ran uphill for basically a mile.  I’m not kidding.  And partway through, I already knew that my brilliant “I don’t need to walk” strategy was already coming back to bite me in the ass.  Hard.  Coach Ashley caught up with us and I just huffed and puffed as she talked to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 7-12: Hills and orange slices.  And Luna Moons (those gummy nutrition chews).  That’s all I remember.  Seriously.  Oh, and some guy on a microphone shouting at us that we were at mile 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 13: I was totally screwed at this point and I knew it- I’d run too far too fast and I was totally out of juice.  I occurred to me to get back into my interval, which helped a little bit.  And I won’t lie- I considered splitting off with the halfers and finishing early, but I knew that I would regret that even more, so I plodded on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 16: Todd and my parents were there to cheer me on, and I broke town into a pool of tears and sweat.  I told them that I really didn’t know if I could do it. My dad, in his infinite wisdom replied “Sure you can!  You only have 10 more miles to go!”.  Turns out a guy behind me had completely collapsed and an ambulance was in the process of loading him up.  I didn’t even see it, I was that tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 17: I remember telling myself to “Act normal” for fear that a medical staff person would spot me looking like total crap and pull me from the course….so I worked really hard on staying upright.  I told you it was bad.  This stretch was long the Pacific Coast Highway and I didn’t even care about the view….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 18: Coach Glin caught up with me and told me “All you have to do is run around the lake” and I looked out at this series of ponds.  When he told me I had to run around the whole thing, I seriously cried.  “I can’t do it, I can’t”, I said.  He told me that it was a little late for that and that he’d see me on the other side, so on I went to run around the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 19-22:  Lake Merced.  Talk to anyone who has run this marathon, and they will all describe running around this lake with the same word: Lonely.  It was quiet and thought-provoking, and not in a good way, but mile 21 (I think?) was the Chocolate Mile- Ghirardelli placed several tables with squares of chocolate for the runners to eat.  J  A Team coach from another chapter checked on me, which I really appreciated.  “Hey Arizona, you okay?  Need Gu’s or salt?”.  I just waved at him but his attention melted my heart a little and it gave me a boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 23: The lake route ended (yay!) and I got back onto the PCH and meet back up with Coach Glin.  Again, I’m not going to lie.  I was in the “bite me” zone with teeth bared and fists up, so when Glin asked me how I was doing, I replied with a few four-letter words that made him laugh and me cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 24-26.2: aka The Grand Handoff to Coach Ashley and Elsbeth Drops Her Basket.  Jeez, I am such a drama queen, but I can’t think of any other way to describe it.  About 10 minutes after Glin turned back to find other teammates, I ran into Coach Ashley and totally lost it.  And I mean lost it- I turned into a hysterical blubbering fool and she put her arm around me and said “It’s okay, I’m just going to run with you.  Is that okay?” and she talked to me (but I didn’t talk back) and before I knew it she said “Can you see the finish line?  Go for it.  I’ll meet you there” and she fell back to let me cross the finish line alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to interject here to talk about John "The Penguin" Bingham- he mentions that moment where you just *know* you're going to finish.  Sometimes it's early in the race, sometimes it's later, but when it hits you, savor it....enjoy it, and SMILE.  Well....I didn't really know that I was going to finish until I saw the actual finish line- my mental state had been broken down to the level of a caveman's (no offense), so when I saw the big F I N I S H, that was the first time I realized that I was going to complete Marathon #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures speak volumes- I went into Ugly Cry mode when I saw the actual banner that said “FINISH”.  I crossed the finish line and what is this?  A San Francisco firefighter in a tuxedo with a silver tray of *those* little blue boxes??  For ME??  And what was inside?  A Tiffany’s pendant that says “Run Like a Girl”.  Yeah, I did run like a girl.  I cried like one too.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, not my finest run, but it was a learning experience and I got to redeem myself six weeks later in Las Vegas (oh boy, that report’s gonna be interesting). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?  I’ll be back.  Not next year but maybe 2011.  I need to perfect my plot of revenge on the course.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-8376426443006474021?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8376426443006474021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=8376426443006474021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8376426443006474021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8376426443006474021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2010/03/race-report.html' title='THE race report.'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-1214528286364193427</id><published>2010-02-21T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:42:52.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...four months later</title><content type='html'>and there's still no Nike race update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty bad blogger these days (or silent might be a better word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually need to credit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nitmos&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://feetmeetstreet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Feet Meet Street&lt;/a&gt; for getting me to flex my blogging muscles again. This guy is not only ridiculously fast (3:12 marathon PR), but he's really really really funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay- here's a timeline of what's been going on. &lt;br /&gt;October 18, 2009- Nike Women's Marathon.  Time: 5:05:05 (I have the Tiffany's necklace to prove that I finished).  Seriously, I will write a race report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 6, 2009- Inaugural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas Rock N' Roll Marathon.  Time: 4:35:19.  No, that's not a typo.  Seriously, the run of my life.  Holy crap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2010- The month of the kitchen remodel, the entire house turns upside down, life gets really hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 30, 2010- Training with the Team begins for the Arizona Distance Classic.  It's a local half marathon and TNT Alumni come together to train and we commit to raising $500.  I am having so much fun with them- such a great group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a peek into the future.  Remain seated please. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Permanecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sentados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 28- Arizona Distance Classic Half Marathon.  I'd like to beat 2 hours, but with some rolling hills, this course might not lend itself to such a goal.  I'll have fun trying, though.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 24- Desert Dash Half Marathon. Another local half.  Not sure if I'm going to sign up for this one or not......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 6- San Diego Rock N' Roll Marathon.  I JUST signed up with the Team to run this one.  I'm really REALLY excited.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 17- &lt;a href="http://www.mountlemmonmarathon.com/"&gt;Mt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lemmon&lt;/span&gt; Marathon&lt;/a&gt;.  Yes, that's 26.2 miles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;UPhill&lt;/span&gt;.  I have 10 hours to finish it.  I hope that's enough time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have my San Diego website set up yet, but my  ADC website is up and running! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/dm/azdist10/elsbeth"&gt;http://pages.teamintraining.org/dm/azdist10/elsbeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas, my mom sent me home with her old sewing machine.  Well, I shouldn't say &lt;em&gt;old, &lt;/em&gt;but it's the one she bought in 1978 and has since replaced it.  I started making some cedar-filled shoe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stuffers&lt;/span&gt; to sell to my teammates as a fundraiser.  They're great for keeping in your stinky running shoes or tossing in your gym bag to absorb odors and moisture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to anybody donates $25 or more and would like a pair of shoe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stuffers&lt;/span&gt;, let me know and I'll send you a pair.  I have them in Team colors and other fun patterns (like lobsters or shamrocks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.....now I'm off to work on my Nike race report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not going to be pretty, I'm just warning you.  There's a reason I've been avoiding writing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-1214528286364193427?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1214528286364193427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=1214528286364193427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1214528286364193427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1214528286364193427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2010/02/sofour-months-later.html' title='So...four months later'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-3521321108731108879</id><published>2009-10-29T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:40:54.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five oh-five oh five:  A summary.</title><content type='html'>That was my official Nike chip time! 5:05:05 I beat my PF Chang's time by 6 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for my selfish lack of updates (yet again).  Recovery has been physical and mental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This race was, in a nutshell, the hardest thing I have ever done (physically) in my entire life. Hands down. Now, does it compare to chemo or radiation or nausea from chemo or anything else that a cancer patient goes through? Not even close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art, I'm sorry, I didn't see your comment until tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a race day full of lessons learned, tears (happy and sad), survivors, celebration, fog, Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. necklaces, family, friends, and HILLS....woe is me, the hills...... And damn, it....was....tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I finished, I'm not injured (the ego might be a little bit bruised) and I'm still reeling from the emotions of the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a great trip, though- the race seemed almost like a secondary part- "Oh yeah! I'm running a marathon tomorrow!". We ate seafood, took cable car rides, went shopping (hellooooo, four-story Niketown!), ate more seafood, ran 26.2 miles, took ice baths, drank in an Irish Pub....it's all good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm alive (and still training- Las Vegas Rock N' Roll Marathon is in 5 weeks! What was I thinking??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few teaser pics until I provide my race report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o280/fakgeodork/DSC01808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o280/fakgeodork/DSC01838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o280/fakgeodork/DSC01818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6656337455430971268-3521321108731108879?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/3521321108731108879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=3521321108731108879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3521321108731108879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3521321108731108879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/five-oh-five-oh-five-summary.html' title='Five oh-five oh five:  A summary.'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-3203914159453667640</id><published>2009-09-06T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:49:31.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>First off, we received some news about one of our honored teammates, Gabbi.  She's a smart and vivacious 13-year old who was diagnosed with Leukemia when she was just two years old.  Needless to say, she kicked that cancer to the curb and went on to excel in school, including competing in scholastic competitions in Washington DC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week, her neck was in some serious pain so they took her to the doctor and she ended up having to go to Phoenix for more specialized care.  Turns out she had a compression fracture in one of her cervical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vertebrae&lt;/span&gt; (ouch!) and was given a neck brace to wear for two weeks.  Doctors think that this might have been caused by osteoporosis, which is a nasty side effect of her prior chemotherapy.  Of course, she had to have a bunch of blood panels done to make sure the cancer hadn't returned, and they were all clear (thank God).  But the stress of going through that?  AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hold the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?  This little baby fought the battle of her life before she was three years old, and now, ten years later, she is still battling because of this cancer?  Now how is THAT fair? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another thing to let us know that these diseases wreak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havoc&lt;/span&gt; and they aren't done yet.  They're still out there, threatening and taking lives.  I'm not okay with that, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabbi was on all of our minds as we warmed up for our run in the dark at 5 am.  Having missed last week's 16 miler, I was very anxious to make it up this week.  I'd been gearing myself up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mentally&lt;/span&gt; for it and was rearin' and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 miles was a really big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without getting into all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt; gritty, I'm nursing a sore IT band (same thing that dropped me on my &lt;a href="http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-wasnt-supposed-to-happen.html"&gt;18 miler last season  &lt;/a&gt;).  Again, THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.  I keep running (no pun intended, ha ha) over in my head what happened, what I did wrong.  I bought a new pair of shoes the week before but I didn't wear them since they were a re-design of the old pair and I didn't want to "test" them on a long run, so did dead shoes do this to me (again?).  Did I have poor form and weak abs?  Had I been overcompensating on the right side because I was favoring the left (where my biopsy was done?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back, shed a few tears into a cool washcloth, then I put on my big girl panties and sucked it up.  I really let pride get in the way this time, and this 16 miler was a very humbling way of bringing me back to earth, let me tell you.  I should have just followed the schedule and let the 16 miler be history, but instead I insisted on doing it and have now put myself out of even considering 18 miles next week.  BAD IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the bottom line. It happened, there's nothing I can do to take it back.  All I can do now is take care of myself, and focus on the 20-miler and race day.  That's it.  I refuse to ruminate and think about "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coulda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt;".....It is interesting, though- three of the mentors all got injured on the 16 miler.  We're dropping like flies.  These next few weeks are going to be recover and nurse-it weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got news this morning that Gabbi is doing better, although a neck brace isn't easy to deal with when you're in middle school.  She is such a strong young woman that has been through so much, and if I could have just a FRACTION of her courage and strength, I know I'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  In fact, I KNOW I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-3203914159453667640?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/3203914159453667640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=3203914159453667640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3203914159453667640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3203914159453667640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/09/calm-before-storm.html' title='The calm before the storm'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-7532229391029106349</id><published>2009-09-01T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:23:23.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results are in!</title><content type='html'>The dermatologist called and said that my demon freckle was benign, no further treatment needed! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been off my feet for the last 5 days like a good girl. Not enjoying it, but under the guise that I will do this right the first time rather than push myself and end up getting injured (or infected!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to practice on Saturday morning to cheer on my team and I'm glad I did, since the heat snuck up fast, and my teammates looked.....tired. I handed out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;washcloths&lt;/span&gt; that had been sitting in ice water to the weary runners- they really did triumph that morning, and I know people with blood cancers appreciated their efforts. I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I wasn't running this weekend, a teammate snapped a picture of me a few weeks ago in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sabino&lt;/span&gt; Canyon! Thanks, Susan! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376642897353986466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/Sp2sOnzpUaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0mRjlHrl2Jg/s400/Elsbeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try out my foot at cross training class tomorrow. We'll see how it holds up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-7532229391029106349?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7532229391029106349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=7532229391029106349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7532229391029106349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7532229391029106349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/09/results-are-in.html' title='Results are in!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/Sp2sOnzpUaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0mRjlHrl2Jg/s72-c/Elsbeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-6898548435521008733</id><published>2009-08-27T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:07:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A slight hiccup (aka a pipe wrench in the works)</title><content type='html'>So, if you haven't met me in person, there's something you should know- I'm really pale.  Like, SUPER pale.  I don't tan; I never have unless I get a sunburn and it peels and then it turns into a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, living in Arizona for eight years has done some damage, and I knew it, so I finally put on my big girl panties and went to the dermatologist.  Better safe than sorry, better to catch something early, yadda yadda yadda....and wouldn't you know, there was a naughty little mole on the pinkie toe of my left foot.  Seriously?  My PINKIE TOE?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, the Dr. ended up lopping it off right then and there, followed by a "No physical activity or exercise for one week".  My response?  "Does that include running?"  I mean...I WAS planning on running 16 miles on Saturday.....not anymore.....  ::le sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously if I knew she was going to take it off immediately, I would have waited to go to the Dr.  I thought they'd reschedule, but who knew that they could numb you up and slice off a dime-sized chunk of skin in under 5 minutes?  Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm being a total drama queen.  Everything's fine, I'm just a little sore (and grumpy since I can't run).  I just feel like such a chump and that I'm letting my team and honored teammates down since I'm "Out of Order" right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to use this time to turn inward and really focus on myself and my mission (and the Team/LLS's mission).  It's so easy to get caught up in the race aspect of it and lose sight of why we're all really doing this.  Today is my friend Cathy's three-year anniversary of being in remission.   She's a lymphoma survivor who ran PF Chang's with me in January (and who kicked my butt in every single practice- she's a power house!!).  I'll be wearing her name on my jersey to celebrate her as well has honor those who we've lost, like Granddad and Uncle Ralph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And even the rain, when it falls, is coming home"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-6898548435521008733?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6898548435521008733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=6898548435521008733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/6898548435521008733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/6898548435521008733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/slight-hiccup-aka-pipe-wrench-in-works.html' title='A slight hiccup (aka a pipe wrench in the works)'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-7670635080775687862</id><published>2009-08-23T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:17:31.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month's worth of updates</title><content type='html'>Wow, a new entry!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training has been going well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five weeks ago, I started an eight week program of track workouts with our local running shop, &lt;a href="http://www.fleetfeettucson.com/"&gt;Fleet Feet&lt;/a&gt; which is designed to make your body more efficient when it comes to running....and ultimately make you faster (I won't lie, this is my main goal- to get faster [without injury]). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet at a track, do a 1 mile easy jog, half a mile of drills (jumps, bounding, butt kickers- literally), and another half mile of sprinting the straightaways and jogging the curves).....whew!  And that's just the WARM  UP!  Then we get into our timed practices.  6-8 of 200 m runs, with a specific time goal (based off of our mile time trial the first week- I did it in 7:55!  I didn't think I could run that fast).  The objective of the timed goal is to get our bodies into this very specific "zone" of using the oxygen as efficiently as possible and pushing our limits so that we can gain endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....a few weeks go by and while track practice was going great, my Saturday runs were.....well, they were sucking.  I was fighting my pace and all over the place mentally.  On a hill run I forgot to take nutrition for an hour and 45 mins....(normally I take it every 45 mins...) and didn't realize it until I felt so horrible and was basically delerious that Coach Rick found me and literally had to talk me in "See that tree?  Once we get there we're going to run for a little bit, ok?".  I was so grateful for him and his help, and he is such an awesome coach and selfless man......but I hope I never have to have him coach me like that again.  Other runs were just slow and dumpy....I felt really out of my groove, and I became unsettled, impatient, discouraged, and sort of mad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two weeks ago I couldn't make it to track practice and felt super guilty and lame (the sessions are on Thursdays, by the way).....but come Saturday morning's run, I felt &lt;em&gt;transformed.  &lt;/em&gt;We did 14 miles and I felt like I was flying.....my last few miles were averaging 9:20-9:30 (I walk a minute in between miles, so my overall pace is a bit slower)....I couldn't believe it, I was simply floored.  Holy crap.  Track practice WORKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's run, enter stage left, calf pain.  What the heck?  Where did THIS come from?  It's not cramping, it just flat out hurts.  So I'm working with a foam roller and a &lt;a href="http://www.thestick.com/"&gt;stick&lt;/a&gt; to work out some of this pain.  It made for an uncomfortable 11.4 miles yesterday....well, the humidity didn't help either....I averaged 10:45/mile which includes my water bottle refill times, etc, so I'm pretty happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some &lt;a href="http://www.onetri.com/zoot-sports-unisex-compressrx-calf-sleeve-2009-p-3905.html"&gt;compression calf sleeves&lt;/a&gt; on Friday in hopes of decreasing my recovery time from the longer runs, and boy am I glad I did.....they really made a difference and I'm seriously considering running in them next weekend for our (dun dun dunnnnnnn) 16 miler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about $300 short on the fundraising front, and I'm really excited to be so close!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I can chill out and just train injury free these next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-7670635080775687862?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7670635080775687862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=7670635080775687862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7670635080775687862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7670635080775687862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/months-worth-of-updates.html' title='A month&apos;s worth of updates'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-779565801408879866</id><published>2009-07-18T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:29:11.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More hills and even less sleep</title><content type='html'>So this morning was a 10-miler in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sabino&lt;/span&gt; Canyon.  Warning:  whining ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to circumstances beyond my control, I only got about 2 and a half hours of sleep last night.  My alarm went off and I hit snooze, then shot out of bed, realizing that I was late already.  I had considered sleeping in and making up the run later, but I figured it would be good practice for race day eve.  One never really gets the amount of sleep they should the night before they run a marathon, so I thought that this would be good practice.  Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off strong, but just ended up totally petering out and finishing the miles for the sake of just being done.  I switched to a timed interval, running 7 minutes and walking 1, which helped me fight off complete and utter exhaustion.  A few more wrenches in the works were a different hydration belt out for a test drive and a dropped metronome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the heat has increased and my need for liquid intake has increased exponentially, I've realized that two 10 ounce bottles are not enough, even with refill stations along the way.  Jennifer lent me her belt with 4 bottles (8 oz each) so I could take it into the canyon and experiment with it.  Did.not.like.  I'm so glad I tried it before I dropped $50 on it....so now it's back to the drawing board....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I've been running with a metronome to stay on pace?  Well, it clipped to my old belt perfectly and stayed put.  Not so much with this new belt.  About 10 steps into my run, it came flying off, turned off, and reset itself.  :(   ::Whine::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished my run, my coaches said they'd noticed that I was struggling a bit today.  I agreed.  It happens.  Coach Rick told me last season: "Bad days are flukes; good days never are".  I'm subscribing to that today.  I'm glad I went out and practiced with the team and that I got some good hill training in, but I'm even more glad I came home to take a nap right after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-779565801408879866?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/779565801408879866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=779565801408879866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/779565801408879866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/779565801408879866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-hills-and-even-less-sleep.html' title='More hills and even less sleep'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-8745542759913942851</id><published>2009-07-16T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:43:27.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double digits and double vision</title><content type='html'>No news means good news, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you'll forgive my lack of updates?  Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today I'll go for an entry that is vignette style, as my friend Stuart used to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe how fast we broke into the double digits.  Holy crap.  I remember when ten miles was MONUMENTAL (notice the word mental in there) and it still is, but it came through our schedule like a steam locomotive, and there's no sign of stopping!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th's&lt;/span&gt; run was, in a word, sweaty.  The night before, we were treated to a spectacular show of thunder and lightning, accompanied by some torrential downpours.  So not only was there actual WATER in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rillito&lt;/span&gt; River, there was some nasty humidity to go with it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What goes well with murky water and humidity?  BUGS, of course!  About 3 miles into our 10 mile run, I looked down and noticed that my arms and legs were covered in tiny bugs that had tempted fate and landed on my sweaty limbs.  Fatal mistake (for them).  They got in my teeth and eyes, too.  Fun times.  After I was done, I looked down into my shirt and bra and there were plenty of bugs there too.  Everyone looked the same coming in- drenched in sweat, and covered in bugs.  None of us really seemed to mind, though- we wore the bugs proudly.  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I couldn't be happier with how my training is going at the moment.  While I'm still not on pace to qualify for Boston (that's fine with me), I am really proud of how consistent I'm pacing, no matter how I feel or hurt, whether it's mile 2 or 12, I'm still within 20 seconds of my previous mile!  And I feel GREAT!  ::knocks on wood::  Let's hope this sticks around, okay?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm just under $500 shy of my fundraising goal, which is amazing.  I cannot thank you all enough for your support.  I am truly honored to be running for such an important cause, and that you hold this cause as close to your hearts as I do.  Thank you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last week's run was a 12-miler.  Coach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daz&lt;/span&gt; ran with me miles 5-12, and I was thankful for that.  Normally I don't mind running alone- I actually almost prefer it.  I get into my zone and just go.  It's pretty cool.   However, this day, the heat and sun really got to me.  I was wearing my purple training jersey and it was just plain too hot.  I actually ran out of water (that was my fault, folks) and was pretty uncomfortable.  I got a huge cheer from the rest of the team when I finished, though, and boy was I glad to be done.....I get home and download my run, expecting my mile paces to have tanked in the last quarter of the run.  Nope.  10:30's.  The whole time (except when I refilled my hydration belt).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;.  Talk about muscle memory!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tonight is the first night of an 8-week track workout program put on by Fleet Feet.  It's not so much speed work as it is working on endurance and stamina.  It's a laps and drills- running straightaways and jogging curves, etc.  I'll talk about it more once I know what's going on!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got hooked up with a Pearl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Izumi&lt;/span&gt; T-shirt that says "Legs, the alternate energy source"  :)  Dig it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I've got for now, I've got to get to practice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy running!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-8745542759913942851?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8745542759913942851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=8745542759913942851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8745542759913942851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8745542759913942851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/double-digits-and-double-vision.html' title='Double digits and double vision'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-4538355993009670348</id><published>2009-06-28T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:16:50.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>My apologies for the lack of updates again.  I don't really have any excuses except laziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've hit the longer miles sooner than we did last season, which is simply a factor of time.  Last season, we had an extra six weeks to train, so the coaches had us spend a few weeks at the 6-8 range before hitting the double digits.  Not this season!  Six weeks INTO the season we're already at 8-10.  Craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weeks' run was an 8-miler along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rillito&lt;/span&gt; River and what an awesome run it was.  It was, do date, the best training run I've ever had.  I found my groove, I settled in, and I hauled.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well I hauled for ME.  But even more?  I was consistent- I'm pacing right around 10:30, which I am totally okay with.  I'm aiming for a 4:30:and change time this race, which I'll need to maintain a 10:18/mile to achieve.  I still have a ways to go, but it's a point of reference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, Todd gave me this awesome GPS watch that pretty much does everything except the laundry (damn!).  I have it set so that I can run intervals based on distance- I run for a mile, it beeps and tells me to walk (it doesn't need to tell me twice, believe me), and then after 1 minute, it beeps again and tells me to run for another mile.  Rinse and repeat 26 times.  FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been training, I've been right around a 10:30/mile pace.  Good runs, bad runs, runs where my foot cramps, I'm always at a 10:30!  So now I need to take these numbers and figure it all out- I want to be smart about this.  Last marathon, I lost a LOT of time walking.  I was running a 7 minute run/1 minute walk interval, but also walked through the water stations, so I was walking a LOT.  In hindsight, I should have blown off the interval walks if I'd just went through a water station, but I didn't know any better.  I've heard that you always knock an easy 15 minutes off your first marathon time since you know the ropes....so I'm hoping to do that and then just plain go faster! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I changed my interval t0 1 mile run/1 minute walk to be somewhat consistent with water station placement, so that I can train to run all the way in between water stations, walk through them, and not lose any time walking in between (unless placement is more than 1 mile).......I don't know, it doesn't make much sense to me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm going to meet with Coach Rick to discuss "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;strategery&lt;/span&gt;" as I put it.  He just ran a PR in Seattle yesterday, a 4:38!  He turns 55 on Tuesday, the same day he's going to shave off HALF of his beard and wear until his half-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; in Vegas.  He made a deal that if he reaches his fundraising goal by June 30, he'd shave half of his beard.  Well, people waited until he was running the Rock N' Roll Marathon to donate, so when he came back to his hotel room to shower and rest, he'd discover that he had only two days left with his whole beard (which he's had since 1984).  Its' last supper will be held atop the Space Needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, armed with this new pace and knowledge that I might be able to achieve a 4:30 (it's a lofty goal for me, I won't lie), I set off to conquer some hills.....because, well, San Francisco might have a few hills....so I've heard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally?  I came to a grinding, screeching halt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I'm such a drama queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sabino&lt;/span&gt; Canyon happened.  Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sabino&lt;/span&gt; and I have a history.  Last year, this was the place where I really did a number on my IT band, but didn't know it until  a week later at my 18-miler, where I ended up having to stop at mile 16 in tears and a lot of pain.  I made the mistake of running it in "dead" shoes.  Shoes that LOOKED fine, but had logged way too many miles and weren't supportive enough.  That among with other small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; things stopped me dead in my tracks about 6 weeks before race day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my chance at revenge.  I was in new(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) shoes, my core was stronger than ever (thanks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rohan&lt;/span&gt;!), and I had some intense chi running lessons under my belt......bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wake up to an overcast day, and it's muggy.  At 6 am, it's already 82 degrees, and 40% humidity......not ideal.  We start out, and I can feel the humidity just sucking the life out of me.  First mile, not bad, 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, slow down a bit, you still have 6.4 miles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sabino&lt;/span&gt; Canyon- it's an out and back course, 3.7 miles each way, and going in, it's pretty much all uphill- with the last mile gaining about 340 feet.  It doesn't SOUND like a lot, but holy crap, you really feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just struggled with these hills, the humidity, the heat.....it was certainly a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wakeup&lt;/span&gt; call.  I was all over the place mentally and just not really feeling great.  I was so disheartened at how slow I felt like I was going, and how hard these hills were, and how would I ever be able to run hills in San Francisco if I couldn't run these, etc etc.  I'd worked myself up into a pretty decent funk, and then I reached the top.  Three older me who'd passed me on the last torturous stretch (and encouraged me along the way) were resting at the top.  I asked them if this is where I was supposed to play the theme to "Rocky" and they started to sing it as I came around the little roundabout and raised my arms above my head.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time to run down.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wheee&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  I tried really hard to control the downhill part as to not overexert my IT band.  I'd put on my knee brace as an afterthought and I'm kind of glad I did- it provided a little extra stability both mentally and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I glad it was over?  Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to take some mental "beefing up" for these hills.  More than I thought.  All day yesterday and today I've been mentally checking in with my knee, not knowing if it's injured or if I'm just being hypersensitive to it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My average pace for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sabino&lt;/span&gt; was an 11:30/mile.  Less than stellar but not bad considering the circumstances, I admit.    So now it's working on speed ON hills and not injuring myself in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can do that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-4538355993009670348?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/4538355993009670348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=4538355993009670348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/4538355993009670348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/4538355993009670348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/highs-and-lows.html' title='Highs and Lows'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-8201517848798139994</id><published>2009-06-14T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:16:46.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Miles</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's run was interesting.  I ran the entire six miles and only walked once about one mile into it so I could stretch out a little bit.  The rest of the run I just felt like I was fighting it and really struggling to keep my pace and not just totally crap out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went quicker than I thought it would, and was greeted with a cold washcloth (whoever started doing that for the team, you have my eternal gratitude).  I hit Trader Joe's on the way home and it was all I could do to not fall asleep on the way home- I was SO TIRED!  I came home to surf our new cable channels (yes, we waited until the last minute to ditch our rabbit ears) and fell asleep for a few hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing?  When I downloaded my run and looked at my pace, I was only 14 seconds/mile behind last weeks' run (the run where I felt like a total badass).  So I guess I wasn't going quite as slow as I felt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning and wrote my weekly mentor email and caught up on some other business (like watching the NASCAR race- pretty exciting!!).  And wouldn't you know it, I fell asleep on the couch AGAIN (while watching Mythbusters of all things). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I'm so tired, but this napping thing is unusual for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next week will be a bit better.  Call me sick, but I look forward to the longer miles.  Next week is 8 and I'm eager to see what I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-8201517848798139994?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8201517848798139994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=8201517848798139994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8201517848798139994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8201517848798139994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-miles.html' title='6 Miles'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-5746030209970986459</id><published>2009-06-11T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:13:02.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock N' Roll!!</title><content type='html'>Look what I just registered for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://las-vegas.competitor.com/"&gt;http://las-vegas.competitor.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with run-through weddings and running Elvi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a gamble and went all in.  I signed up for the race but don't have a hotel or plane reservation yet!  GAME ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-5746030209970986459?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5746030209970986459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=5746030209970986459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5746030209970986459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5746030209970986459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/rock-n-roll.html' title='Rock N&apos; Roll!!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-388983851651804253</id><published>2009-06-06T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:42:28.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me Downtown Pictures</title><content type='html'>See?  I told you I'd post pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and Teresa (Lil' T)- she was a mentor for my PF Chang's season.  We're wearing matching Fleet Feet shirts, too!  So....she ran 10 miles that morning (the race was at night) and she still managed to kick my butt.  She makes running seem so effortless.&lt;br /&gt;Notice that my arm is sparkly?  That's compliments of......(see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344343087773748898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SirruQiRjqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SYbY57E6Eu4/s400/DSC01642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Mashed Potato Queens (not to be confused with the Sweet Potato Queens)- they showed up in full regalia to support the race's cause (to bring business into downtown and support the Fox Theater).  Plenty of glitter was shared.....and they wear shirts that say "Distill my beating heart".  I've known them for years, and work out with several of them at my gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344343521382282546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SirsHf2mtTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CkxcCrL_jKs/s400/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd took this photo (he's getting really good at this!) I love it because my form has improved so much (it's not perfect) and I really look like a runner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344343964029833570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SirshQ2AUWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/doSmffMpB8s/s400/Elsbeth1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finish line went underneath a footbridge and Todd was waiting for me- I was seriously sprinting against the clock......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/Sirs6WIX_dI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TMhEDgnYCFM/s1600-h/DSC01651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344344394945789394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/Sirs6WIX_dI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TMhEDgnYCFM/s400/DSC01651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I am trying to beat the clock!  ARGH, I wanted to beat 29 so badly!  Oh well, maybe next year.  :)  (I'm right below the N in "FINISH")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344345305159546018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SirtvU8PtKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SkQA4qpcg2I/s400/Elsbeth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was a great time.  I can't wait to do it next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6656337455430971268-388983851651804253?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/388983851651804253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=388983851651804253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/388983851651804253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/388983851651804253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-me-downtown-pictures.html' title='Meet Me Downtown Pictures'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SirruQiRjqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SYbY57E6Eu4/s72-c/DSC01642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-5491479900805194028</id><published>2009-05-31T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:43:03.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5k update!</title><content type='html'>What a fun night! Of course, I got caught up in the excitement and went out way too fast.  At one point, I noticed that I was pacing an 8 minute mile. Woah, slow down.......but I'd already kind of run out of steam....so I fought through the second mile, and part of the third, and then I kicked into high gear. I'd resolved to finish the race in under 30 minutes if it made me puke or not......so I could see the finish line and I just went for it, and I was racing the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectators near and at the finish line knew what I was doing, and they could see the big timer, so they cheered even louder as I neared the finish line. Todd got an awesome overhead picture (to be loaded later) of me JUST getting to the finish line at (get this)......28:59. WOOHOO!   So I probably crossed at 29:00 or 29:01....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new PR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all kinds of doubt went through my head as I was running all out during this race..."How can I run a marathon if I can't even make it through a 5k?" "WHY do I do this??" "I'm not going to be able to do a marathon with hills if this course makes me want to puke".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pretty, and I know the training will take care of that mentality (hopefully), but it was eye-opening for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm going to revel in my success at the 5k and be proud of myself. I analyzed my form in the pictures, and you know what?? I LOOK like a runner! Holy crap! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today it's off to a pool party and then home to relax and prepare for the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Sunday, and happy running. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-5491479900805194028?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5491479900805194028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=5491479900805194028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5491479900805194028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5491479900805194028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/5k-update.html' title='5k update!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-7755672014568865017</id><published>2009-05-30T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:03:03.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beat goes on</title><content type='html'>So today marked our second week of practice, and it's going really well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts lately, I've been trying to settle back into "work, cross-training, running, clean the house" mode.  So unfortunately, my blog can get put on the backburner.  My apologies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....where were we? &lt;br /&gt;Ah, the 23rd....First practice and boy, what a great one.  It was cloudy and cool, and humid (ugh).  Almost everyone was there and it was great to feel the energy and enthusiasm of a new season.  We ran a whopping 2 miles while the Seattle team (Their event is  at the end of June) was doing 18!!  The first-timers were all bug-eyed at that number- I remember feeling that way too.  We reassured them that by the time they worked up to it, those distances wouldn't seem so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's practice was a bit smaller, due to a communication breakdown (good Led Zeppelin song, by the way).  Some people thought that it started a half hour later, so people were still trickling in as the rest of the team took off to do their 2-3 miles.  I ran a little bit with the team, but turned back early so I wouldn't burn myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?  I'm running the Meet Me Downtown 5k tonight!  This is the race that started it all for me last year.  I saw a flier for it in 2008 (the race was on 6/7/08) and thought that it sounded like fun, so I signed up, knowing that the last 5k I ran had been about 6 years earlier.  Um, yeah.....you get the idea.  But wouldn't you know it, I had so much fun that I did another 5k the week after that!  I was hooked.  Slow, but hooked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a couple weeks after that I got a flier for Team in Training and thought "huh.  I remember when my co-worker ran a marathon with them and it seemed like fun....."  maybe I'll go to the meeting just to see what it's all about....and yadda yadda yadda, the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I paced a 10:17 mile for this race last year, with a finish time of 31:58, however that's a rough estimate.  What happened at the race was interesting- so many people signed up right before or the day of, that the officials were sort of blindsided by the sheer volume of people that showed up.  Not only did they run out of water at the hydration stations, but we had to STAND IN LINE to finish the race!!!   So not only did I get a finish time of 31:58, but about 20 other people did as well.....I'm anxious to beat my "personal record" (sorry, trying not to snort at myself as I type that) and excited to had a little more experience under my belt!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if anyone fancies themselves as a birder, I saw a beautiful bird this morning.  It had a red breast and black cap/back.  It wasn't a cardinal or a finch.  It was probably the size of a robin, but it wasn't a robin.  Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-7755672014568865017?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7755672014568865017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=7755672014568865017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7755672014568865017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7755672014568865017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-goes-on.html' title='The beat goes on'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-26895892215373190</id><published>2009-05-17T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:03:16.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickoff!!!</title><content type='html'>That's right, the Fall 2009 Season for the Desert Mountain States has officially begun:  GO TEAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kickoff meeting was fantastic- we had balloons and streamers, all purple and green, and some very generous and fantastic raffle prizes, compliments of Fleet Feet and the Running Shop.  Also with us were Gabbi and Gene, two of our honored teammates, who talked about their experiences with cancer and Team in Training.  Gabbi is now 13 (I think, she's growing up so fast) and will celebrate here NINTH year in remission next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene is one of my personal heroes- he was diagnosed in the late seventies and is the sole survivor of his wing in the hospital when he was in treatment.  Now here he is participating with the team and has signed up for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; Century Ride AND the Malibu Triathlon.  This man is amazing- he's completed two triple crowns as well (When you do a Triathlon, Century [100+miles] and Marathon with TNT).  When he spoke at the informational meeting I attended to register for the P.F. Chang's Rock N' Roll Marathon, he got very emotional talking about his survival.  I will never forget him yelling through his tears, "I'm not supposed to BE here!!!".  Well, THAT certainly put things in perspective- it was so amazing to hear his story, and he was so brave to share it.  That season he biked 107 miles in El Tour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Tucson AND ran P.F. Chang's Rock N' Roll.  He's a machine.  And a hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite the diverse group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mentees&lt;/span&gt;!!  Two are training for the Nike Women's Marathon (same one I'm doing) and two are training for the Adidas Dublin Marathon.  Yes, that Dublin.  The one in Ireland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement is palpable and our first practice is next Saturday, the 23rd.  We'll be sharing the trail with the San Diego and Seattle teams.  San Diego is beginning their taper as their event is the 31st (two weeks from today!!).  Next week, Seattle will be running their 18-miler in preparation for their event day on June 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  We'll be in the upper miles soon enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat has hit us early this year- we had our first 100 degree day last week (or the week before, I can't remember).  Last Saturday, we broke the record with 102.  Ugh.  I love the desert, don't get me wrong, but damn.  It's hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for practice to start!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-26895892215373190?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/26895892215373190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=26895892215373190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/26895892215373190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/26895892215373190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/kickoff.html' title='Kickoff!!!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-4529657113045001444</id><published>2009-04-20T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:28:02.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is one of "those" days</title><content type='html'>I went back and read all of my old posts, chuckling to myself at the "Wow, FIVE MILES!!!" references. I really had no idea what I was in for, but I wouldn't change that for the world....little miss "I'm going to RUN the ENTIRE marathon!" ::snort::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get to the entry about Granddad, and I just get so sad. I miss him so much, that it kind of hurts sometimes- it physically aches. I see the beautiful desert around me, and as the weather starts to warm up, I think of him and how "at home" he felt in Arizona. Of course, I'm sure he'd have a thing or two to say about the urban sprawl, as it's quite spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see seed packets and garden equipment, which remind me of his attempts at growing tomatoes and cucumbers in the full AZ sun. And he succeeded, from what I can remember- he was such a good gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd also trained a family of roadrunners to come by for a snack (ground beef) at the same time every day. He loved it. I'll never forget him telling me that sometimes he'd be taking a nap and if they came for their snack and he wasn't there, they'd rap rap RAP on the door with their beaks to "let him know" that they'd dropped by. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pokey&lt;/span&gt;, the desert tortoise, was also a fixture in their backyard. He wandered into the yard one summer and Granddad said that he was probably just "passing through". Well, Granddad took such a liking to him that when he tried to leave, he boarded up the fence so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pokey&lt;/span&gt; became more of a......'permanent resident' in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hoggatt, wandering around from cactus to tree to plant.....and hibernating in the winter&lt;/span&gt; (this is very common in southern Arizona).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back on these memories and am heartbroken that I'll never get to share the desert with him again. I can tell he's around- these breezy evenings when it's still in the upper 90's and the cicadas start to chirp and the mourning doves start their songs.....I know he's here. However, it's not the same. Then I get angry. Stupid STUPID lymphoma. How DARE you rob me of my Granddad? Seriously? MY Granddad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard once: "You can't change what happened but you can change what happens next". I think I need to remember these words when I have days like this, because these days are hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Granddad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-4529657113045001444?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/4529657113045001444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=4529657113045001444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/4529657113045001444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/4529657113045001444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-one-of-those-days.html' title='Today is one of &quot;those&quot; days'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-3148383178293634478</id><published>2009-04-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:33:18.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/Seqn2CQlUkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/y4dl3lUNmYg/s1600-h/marisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326254056080233026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/Seqn2CQlUkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/y4dl3lUNmYg/s400/marisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year ago today, we lost Marisa. Only a few short months after her passing, five of her family members signed up to train for the Nike Women's Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following was written by a fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TNTer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Our Honored Teammate MARISA ANN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GALLEGO&lt;/span&gt; August 20, 1991 – April 18, 2008 Marisa Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gallego&lt;/span&gt; was an excelling junior, at Mountain View High School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 29, 2007, Marisa Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gallego&lt;/span&gt; was diagnosed with Acute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Myelogenous&lt;/span&gt; Leukemia (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AML&lt;/span&gt;) which is a fast growing cancer of the blood and bone marrow. She had to undergo five rounds of chemotherapy. The chemotherapy left Marisa unable to fight any type of infection. She was in and out of the hospital after her diagnosis. Marisa was in remission in November, December and January. In February, Marisa was to have her stem cells harvested and frozen in the case that the cancer would return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately the Leukemia had returned and again Marisa was given chemotherapy, the chemo did not put her in remission so she got another round within two weeks. Her blood count would not return to normal, she was transferred to the Bone Marrow Transplant Center were she was to receive a blood cord transplant, but as they prepared her they found that her heart was failing. They put her in ICU on April 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and put her in on a ventilator to give her heart a break, her organs began to shutdown and on April 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we learned that her Leukemia had returned and her breathing tube was removed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marisa was sixteen years old.  Marisa was a very special young lady she touched the lives of all those she met.  Even with all the pain s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpysKpfyLFw/SHJhIEPrH3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/e3N8d1ceKfc/s1600-h/dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he was going through she always had enough strength to give everyone that would come her way a smile."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a chance to meet Marisa's family, and they gave me a bracelet that said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iMAGine&lt;/span&gt; a cure", the MAG standing for Marisa Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gallego&lt;/span&gt;.  I wish I could have known her- the way her family describes her is so full of love and joy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing her story and seeing her family's grief is just one more reason that I continue to do this- I need to keep training to stop this from happening.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-3148383178293634478?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/3148383178293634478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=3148383178293634478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3148383178293634478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3148383178293634478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-year-ago.html' title='One Year Ago'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/Seqn2CQlUkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/y4dl3lUNmYg/s72-c/marisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-1514637985676893435</id><published>2009-04-16T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:12:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bribery??  ME??!!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well, maybe just a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal: For the Nike Women's Marathon, I have committed to raising $2,925.  That's a lot of money, especially in this day and age of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;craptastic&lt;/span&gt; economy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....I want to throw in a little incentive for you to donate!  For the next seven days, everyone who donates will receive a special surprise from me.  I'm not going to reveal what it is, because that's no fun.  But trust me, your act of donating will not go unsung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I strongly believe that fundraising is not a four-letter word.  Lately, however, I feel like I'm raking my fingernails against a chalkboard every time I invite people to donate to this cause.  And believe me, I've been on the other side of it as well.  "If I have anything leftover after paying bills I'll donate" or how about "I get paid next week, I'll do it then".....and 'then' never seems to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Nike team this year, we aren't mentors but Captains- we have Team Captains and Mission Captains.  Team Captains will be assigned a group of participants and help them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fundraise&lt;/span&gt; and try to enhance their experience as a Team in Training Teammate.  They plan group fundraisers, help the coaches with random tasks (or odd jobs), and attend the weekly clinics for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fundrasing&lt;/span&gt;, nutrition, etc.  Mission Captains are there (training right with us) to enhance the mission experience- to bring mission moments and create a long lasting relationship with our honored teammates.  They cultivate our cause and remind us of why we're doing this- something I'm sure will come in handy when we're running 20 miles in the 100+ degree heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY (I hope you're still with me!!)- I am a Team Captain and I really want to be there for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mentees&lt;/span&gt; as much as possible.  The sooner I reach my goal, the sooner I can focus my FULL attention on my teammates.  This is where you come in and where I would be so thankful for any donations that come in.  ::trying not to sound like I'm begging::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my goal so quickly last season and would love to achieve that again.  Your support has been nothing short of amazing and inspiring- it feels so great to know that people are here to cheer me on through the highs and lows.  Imagine how thrilling it would be for me to able to do that for 7 or 8 other teammates!  To be able to share with them the knowledge that we are all doing something (with you) to stop this (as Rick would say) bastard cancer.  These diseases need to go away, and soon.  With the economy the way it is, the government isn't giving out much funding in the way of new development and research to find cures, so it's up to us to provide the funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount is too big and certainly no amount is too small.  Seriously, every penny counts.  EVERY PENNY.  This isn't a cheerful funny post, but it's an honest one.  I really need your help.  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll step off of my fundraising soap box for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-1514637985676893435?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1514637985676893435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=1514637985676893435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1514637985676893435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1514637985676893435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/bribery-me.html' title='Bribery??  ME??!!?!?'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-1561419806138959473</id><published>2009-04-15T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:14:08.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stink.</title><content type='html'>Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a REALLY good workout at the gym this afternoon- I take a cardio-circuit class three days a week.  It consists of a lot of cario work (about 45 minutes worth), 10 minutes of free weights and 5 minutes of abs.  It's killer.  We do base/suicide runs, pliometrics (that's a fancy word for jumping around a lot) and stairs.  Oh my lord, the stairs.  My gym is in the basement of the building I work in (how convenient!).  The downside?  My office is 8 stories tall.  Add the basement and that's 9 floors' worth of stairs we're running.  Some days we'll do them three times in a row, then jump on the bikes and so a mini spin class.  You get the picture.  When I got back into it after I'd run PF Chang's, I actually passed out in the middle of class because it was so tough (or I was so unprepared).  It was 99% the latter but I like to brag it was the former. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been really intense about this cardio class in hopes that my core will be up to par come training time.  I've formed this theory in my head that part of I reason I got injured last season was because I stopped going to cardio class and I let my middle get all soft.  When you're running, optimally, your core is engaged most of the time and if your core is weak, other parts start to compensate and injuries happen.  That's the super simple way of saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without trying to tire myself out TOO much, my goal is to keep going to class at the gym and add the training in when it comes time.  I've already made a deal with the instructor though- no stairs on Fridays (at least, not for me).  While the stairs are an AWESOME workout, it usually takes a full day to get back to baseline, and with our LSD (Long Slow Distance, you hippies) runs on Saturday, it's just not something I'm willing to risk.  The other stuff (weights, jumps, abs) I'm fine with.  Just no stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those "at least I'm not going through chemo" moments today in the middle of class- we were in the middle of 20 base runs (one run counts as running the length of the room and back again) and my legs were jello-0 jigglers.  I had a side cramp and was really REALLY tired and I thought to myself "Are you F#@*#@ kidding me?  You ran a marathon and you're tired from THIS?  What about the patients with Leukemia and Lymphoma?  What about chemo and radiation??"  So yeah, I sucked it up......I know, it sounds corny right?  It's just, whenever I struggle with something and think "I am NEVER going to make it", I do remember why I'm doing it, and the little boos of energy that follows is a feeling I wouldn't trade for anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fortunate I am to get to volunteer to run for those who can't.  That *I* am being supported by YOU to do something so amazing- not to run a marathon, but to find a cure.  Thanks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-1561419806138959473?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1561419806138959473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=1561419806138959473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1561419806138959473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1561419806138959473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-stink.html' title='I stink.'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-2322761131870195894</id><published>2009-04-13T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:24:53.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Save the Queen</title><content type='html'>So, where did the 26.2 mile distance originate from, exactly?  (I'm sure this question has just been BURNING in your minds the whole time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek legend states that the distance originated when the messenger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pheidippides&lt;/span&gt; (think they called him Dip for short?) was sent from the town of Marathon to Athens to announce the Persians' defeat in the Battle of Athens.  The accuracy of this story is in debate, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contradictions&lt;/span&gt; stating that he actually went from Athens to Sparta and back again, which would have been over 240 km, not 42.  I still like the story.  Except for that little part where he collapsed and died after running it (who doesn't feel like that?) but whatever.  Details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marathon didn't become an Olympic sport until 1896 (women's wasn't introduced until 1984) and the distance that we know today to be the actual marathon (26.2 miles) wasn't finalized until 1921. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; part:  in 1907, the Olympics were held in London, and the original course had been set and published in the newspaper.  The final distance: 25 miles.  Then came protests because the last few miles contained tram lines and cobbled streets, so they re-routed those areas and the distance was increased to 26 miles, 586 yards.  Then the Royal Family wanted the finish line to be in their immediate view, so the reversed that final lap around the track (you know, when they enter the Olympic Stadium and then run around the track?) to clockwise, and that made the race 25 miles, 385 yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Brian told me this story, and how at mile 25, you can hear people shout "God save the Queen!!" because (although as we know now, it's not the *real* reason) if the original course had remained, they would be done by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO EXCITED to get to mile 25 when I was running PF Chang's, so that I would get my chance to take part in tradition.  And wouldn't you know it- I was so tired at that point, I don't even remember seeing the sign, let alone hearing people shout the salutation.  Oh well, maybe next time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's a fun story and it's an interesting history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-2322761131870195894?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2322761131870195894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=2322761131870195894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2322761131870195894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2322761131870195894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-save-queen.html' title='God Save the Queen'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-6160128940999263346</id><published>2009-04-10T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:36:19.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Season!</title><content type='html'>So the fall season is fast approaching and we're going to begin our recruiting at the end of the month. The actual training will begin in early June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly encourage everyone to attend an informational meeting to REALLY see what Team in Training is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the Team in Training website: &lt;a href="http://www.teamintraining.org/"&gt;http://www.teamintraining.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the very top, there's a box to put in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zip code&lt;/span&gt; ("Find your chapter"). Enter your zip and it will take you to your local chapter (Desert Mountain States, for example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teamintraining.org/dm/"&gt;http://www.teamintraining.org/dm/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you'll find a list of events that your chapter is offering coaching support for as well as a list of dates and locations for the informational meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endurance training not your bag, baby? I am still urging you to go to these meetings- TNT could always use volunteers- from handing out water to athletes to helping check in participants at the end of an event or even sending out mailings and making phone calls- TNT needs your help. You don't have to sign up to run a marathon to get involved, and the local coordinators will be so thankful to have someone they can call upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I worked the check-in tent for El Tour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Tucson- a 112 mile biking event that TNT members from all over the country take part in. I wrote about it here: &lt;a href="http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/11/tnt-isnt-just-about-running-you-know.html"&gt;http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/11/tnt-isnt-just-about-running-you-know.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be there front and center helping participants achieve their goals is so amazing. And trust me, the participants really appreciate it. To hear a "Go Team!" when you don't think you can go any further, or to have someone in Team colors hand you water or Gatorade feels amazing. Uplifting is an understatement. And if you're the one helping, it will feel even better. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, find your chapter, find a meeting close to you and check it out- there's no pressure, but I think it's a good idea to really get immersed in what we're all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-6160128940999263346?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6160128940999263346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=6160128940999263346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/6160128940999263346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/6160128940999263346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/informational-meetings.html' title='Another Season!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-1708142240338063045</id><published>2009-04-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:55:53.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>I was doing some sobering math problems this morning as I drank my orange juice and pretended that I was feeling better than I really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my marathon took me 5 hours and 10 minutes (about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, &lt;strong&gt;SIXTY TWO&lt;/strong&gt; people died of a blood-related cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124 were diagnosed in that same window of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about every half mile (a little less) that I reached, someone died and two people were diagnosed. It's kind of hard to wrap your head around.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's too many. Way too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a quest to obliterate those numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-1708142240338063045?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1708142240338063045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=1708142240338063045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1708142240338063045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1708142240338063045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-8398215090150231883</id><published>2009-04-03T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:08:28.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/dm/nikesf09/elsbeth"&gt;http://pages.teamintraining.org/dm/nikesf09/elsbeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.  It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mentor for the 2009 Nike Women's Marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a nasty NASTY cold right now so it was really uplifting to see that my page had been enacted.   (I'll make it pretty later, but it's UP!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-8398215090150231883?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8398215090150231883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=8398215090150231883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8398215090150231883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8398215090150231883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins....'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-4125448293369868758</id><published>2009-03-01T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:04:32.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toying around with the idea of a half marathon</title><content type='html'>It's at the end of this month, but I'm nervous I've lost too much of my "running muscle". I gave my knee some ample time to heal from the full marathon, and have been doing some intense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; at the gym 3-4 times a week. Throwing myself into a half at this point seems like a bad idea, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; drawing me to it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a 4 mile trail race next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; at Old Tucson studios! Ever seen Tombstone, Frisco Kid, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gunsmoke&lt;/span&gt; (the TV show), or any John Wayne movie? They were all filmed at Old Tucson Studios! &lt;a href="http://www.oldtucson.com/"&gt;http://www.oldtucson.com/&lt;/a&gt; What a rich history, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird knowing that another TNT season has already started (Rock N' Roll San Diego and Seattle), and that I'm not a part of it. It's also amazing how easy it is to blow off a weekend run since there's no team to hold me accountable!! :) Although, I can't deny how nice it is to sleep in on my Saturdays. I know that I will NOT have that luxury come Nike training time. With the season beginning in late May and going through October, we'll be starting around 5am to avoid doing a 20 miler in 100+ degree heat. Ugh! But I still get a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;twitterpated&lt;/span&gt; thinking about it, only a couple of months to go! San Francisco, get ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, for the locals reading this, Fleet Feet has finally moved to their bigger store on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tanque&lt;/span&gt; Verde! They're right across from Udall Park and in the same business strip as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zona&lt;/span&gt; 78 and Frost. I helped them move most of their inventory on Valentine's Day (at night) and we all had a blast. During the month of March, they're hosting a "Grand Re-Opening event" at their store, so go check it out and say "hey". Enter for your chance to win shoes, hydration systems, GPS watches (!!!), you name it. Check out their page for clinic dates with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zoot&lt;/span&gt;, Keen, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Superfeet&lt;/span&gt; (my favorite!) &lt;a href="http://www.fleetfeettucson.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.fleetfeettucson.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many unfortunate side-effects of this crappy economy is that local businesses are falling prey to the big box stores. Pete and Jeanne (the owners) are amazing people, as made clear by the huge amount of support they've received from the Tucson running community. To be EXPANDING right now speaks volumes. For three years in a row, now, Fleet Feet Tucson has been rated one of the top 50 running stores in the country. Boy are we lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say enough about their story and their philosophy (or &lt;em&gt;FIT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;losophy&lt;/span&gt;, as they like to say) of making sure you have the best equipment for YOU. It's all about how YOU run and what your body does naturally (for me, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pronate&lt;/span&gt;), and addressing it by the type of shoe (neutral vs. motion control) and making sure you have weather-appropriate attire. In Tucson, nothing is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the non-locals, Fleet Feet is a franchise, so check for one near you! &lt;a href="http://www.fleetfeetsports.com/store-locations"&gt;http://www.fleetfeetsports.com/store-locations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it for now. See you out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-4125448293369868758?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/4125448293369868758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=4125448293369868758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/4125448293369868758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/4125448293369868758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/03/toying-around-with-idea-of-half.html' title='Toying around with the idea of a half marathon'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-5995311311814440192</id><published>2009-02-02T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:22:59.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RACE DAY (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to bed feeling excited but nervous (what else is new?). Woke up at 1:30 because I was so err....hydrated.....and couldn't go back to sleep until 3:30. Alarm went off at 4:30 and I was up. I had laid out everything the night before (per the advice of my coaches) and went into "game face" mode. Methodical and deliberate, checking and double checking- gels, body glide, timing chip, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried not to cry leaving the hotel room- Todd gave me a hug and a kiss and walked me to the door. I opened it and found a good luck sign taped to my door signed by all of my coaches wishing me good luck, and Lifesavers candy (because we're saving lives!). That sent me over the edge- I cried a little in the elevator, then met up with my team in the lobby. Met up with Jennifer and before I knew it, our shuttle had arrived. The Tucson chapter was one of the first to leave, and as we stood up and left, the lobby erupted into applause and cheers of "Good Luck!" and "Go Team!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was still dark out, and very eerie as we approached the starting area. We did some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looseners&lt;/span&gt;, checked our gear bags, then stood in the port-a-potty lines multiple times until it was time to get in our corrals (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moooooo&lt;/span&gt;). We just entered our corral when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Todd and my parents and was SO HAPPY to see them. They had coordinated to pick up Todd from the hotel and ride around together and try to find me along the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;- I'm about to run 26.2 miles. (My mom is in the pink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298245213772520098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcl81vTGqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u-OUsS_gRfo/s400/IMG_3806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My awesome face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt; (the other side is a Block A to represent my U of A roots. The finish line is on enemy territory aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ASU&lt;/span&gt;, so I needed to represent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298245954387812434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcmn8vvoFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ER9ClpYajXo/s400/pImg_3803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jennifer in our baggy warm up clothes and "Holy Crap" smiles. I look scared because I am.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298246576193597154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcnMJJy7uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FPABzDzkVBc/s400/pImg_3802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then (and I admit, it was a BIT anti-climactic) the race started and we were off on a very slow jog. It only took us 4 minutes to cross the actual start line, which we later found out, was because the Cardinals were playing the Eagles in the NFC championship game, so a few thousand people who were originally going to run the full ended up running the half (different starting time and line). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298250209612477058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcqfosXMoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gY85lPrVVVo/s400/pImg_3808.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The early miles were crowded but exciting- several cheers of encouragement and lots of "Go Team!!!" to go around. Then? The (in my eyes) unexpected and worst happened. My knee started to hurt as bad as the day I injured it. I could not believe that this was happening. I'd been running 10-12 miles with no problems since the injury, and then on race day at mile 2 it feels like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; sticking a steak knife into my knee?? What is THAT? I tried not to let on that something was up, because I didn't want to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coach Rick caught up and ran with us for a little bit. He could tell something was amiss and told me to listen to my body and take some Tylenol if needed, then he was off to find more of our teammates. See, the thing with the coaches is that they aren't running the race, they're running to coach US, so while we think 26.2 miles is awesome, they easily put in over 30 on a race day, cutting the course, doubling back, finding every one of us to make sure we're doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came mile 5 and look! It's my fan section! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298251434101867890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcrm6RYhXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/psy6Ex7TAgY/s400/pmImg_3826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bands every mile were a godsend, as were the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; squads all over the course. They'd read the fronts of our jerseys and then cheer us on by name which was so awesome. For every "Go Elsbeth" I got three of "Go Elizabeth!!" but I didn't care. Seriously, the fact that they were trying and recognizing ME made me feel so amazing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me knee was still hurting, and I realized that we were on a tilted part of the road, so once we moved towards the middle (DUH) where it was level I felt like a million bucks. Then we flew. Seriously, we flew. I looked at my watch and we were pulling 9:30-10 minute miles. I felt great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward to mile 16 and that's when the wind and heat started. This strong STRONG headwind and it stopped us in our tracks, and the miles started to go by very slowly. We were hitting all of the water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cytomax&lt;/span&gt; stations, taking salt packets and gels just trying to keep up our strength for the last ten miles. The cheers were still there and we kept going, but it just felt like it was taking FOREVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then at mile 19, there they are again!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298254890170388866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcuwFIVEYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ipr_H1zQzog/s400/pmImg_3833.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298255699847757778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcvfNadP9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/OjPVIXHOo4M/s400/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298256835967807058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcwhVylblI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SSOBYxSO_Y0/s400/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came the 5 hour pace team. You can sign up to run with a team in order to stay on track for a certain time. The team leaders run the whole time with a sign on a wooden dowel, so that the teammates can see their leader and stay on track. Because we were doing a run walk combo, we started to play leapfrog at about mile 22. We'd pass them, walk, get passed, run, pass them, lather, rinse, repeat. Then at mile 24 they passed us and I *knew* that we wouldn't see them again. I had worked so hard and had faced so many challenges, and was so disheartened that I wouldn't make my goal time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then I kind of realized, that even if I wouldn't make 5 hours, I had still accomplished a hell of a lot, so suck it up, and keep going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At about mile 22, it really started to hurt. That was the point that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; that even if I WANTED to go faster, I couldn't. My legs and feet wouldn't let me. It was simple as that. I was going as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We crossed the river and saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sundevil&lt;/span&gt; Stadium (aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Scumdevil&lt;/span&gt; Stadium!). 2 miles to go. I don't remember them. I was that tired. Then we reached mile 26, we are SO CLOSE, and we saw Coaches Brian and Lauren. I wanted to cry, I was SO happy to see them. Brian stuck with us and ran us in, and we saw Todd and my parents again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason We're laughing is because my dad had just cheered "You're more than halfway there!!!" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298265406771508146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYc4UOhbM7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EpF10j9oqbQ/s400/pmImg_3839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298259140842178802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcyngHdSPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TBLUOZI95mI/s400/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there it was, the finish line. They announced our names as we crossed the finish line and then it was hugs and tears. We'd just run a marathon. Holy. Crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end was neat because we got our finisher's medals, pictures taken, and then tables and tables of food. Bananas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;, chips, you name it. I couldn't look at ANY of it, I felt so sick, so I went to the Team in Training tent to check in and there was Todd waiting for me. I was so relieved to see him. We found my parents and I got my gear bag to change my shoes (it felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;goooood&lt;/span&gt; to put on my sandals!). At that point, I practically had to be carried around- my feet hurt so bad. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298261558315367426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYc00N5-vAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zeS27z17q-c/s400/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got back to the hotel, I took COLD ice bath, then a shower, then Todd took me to a bar for some GREASY food and a beer. Nothing had tasted so delicious.....After that we went to the victory party for a great dinner (hey, I ran a marathon, I'll do what I want, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;??) and then retired to the lobby with a few teammates to have drinks with the coaches. I've never been more proud of all of us, it was so great to bask in the victory glow (while wearing our finisher's medal!!!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, it's done. (For the time being). I'm resting my knee and taking it easy and looking forward to running Nike in October.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, thank you AGAIN for your support! I'll still be updating about this and that, but stay tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298263663062721730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYc2uus2pMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dQV_zcmsWb8/s400/DSC01398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6656337455430971268-5995311311814440192?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5995311311814440192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=5995311311814440192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5995311311814440192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5995311311814440192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/02/race-day-part-ii.html' title='RACE DAY (Part II)'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SYcl81vTGqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u-OUsS_gRfo/s72-c/IMG_3806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-5560561232945437592</id><published>2009-02-01T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:33:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Superbowl Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Part II is in the works, I PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Cardinals are in the Superbowl, and I need to focus my energy elsewhere.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that said (and I'm sorry, Art)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CARDINALS!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-5560561232945437592?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5560561232945437592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=5560561232945437592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5560561232945437592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5560561232945437592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-superbowl-sunday.html' title='Happy Superbowl Sunday!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-2628172947138175575</id><published>2009-01-25T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:05:36.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PF Chang's Rock N' Roll Marathon, Part I- the calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>We arrived to the hotel on Friday afternoon- right downtown, kitty corner from the convention center (and a few blocks north of the Hard Rock Cafe!!). Coach Rick was there to meet us in the lobby and fill us in on a few details. We were assigned to the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor. Out of 31 (yeah, this is a big hotel). We wheel our luggage over to the elevators and hop on, and just as the door is closing, I'm reaching for the "18" button, I realize that the elevator we're on only goes to 17!!! Uh....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. So Todd and I ride up and get off, expecting to find the "18-31" elevator......but nothing. So back down we go- turns out the 18-31 elevators were on the other side. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Derp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get settled into the room which was beautiful, and soak it all in. Huge flat panel TV, everything pristine and crisp, and an awesome view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295312022070256114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXy6OnJaYfI/AAAAAAAAADY/kCyE8op-zdU/s400/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295312734036647186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXy64DbbXRI/AAAAAAAAADg/KM1FbUQHe1Q/s400/DSC01365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO anxious to get my corral number changed, that we hopped over to the convention center early so I wouldn't have to wait in line on Saturday (when a majority of the 35,000 plus participants pick up their numbers). I showed my ID, turned in my confirmation sheet, and there I was, participant 9047 with race bib and computer timing chip in hand, and VERY overwhelmed. So many people, so much information to take in- how to properly place my timing chip on my shoe, my gear check bag, zip ties, tags for gear check bags, etc. I thought changing my corral was going to be an ordeal- they don't care if you're moving down, but moving up can be pretty difficult. But not today- I explained that I needed to move from 9 to 8 and they slapped a green dot with an "8" in it, no questions asked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Allrighty&lt;/span&gt;, then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was off to pick up my official t-shirt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt;/gear check bag. Everything was so streamlined and official- parts of my bib (which is my race number that I safety pin to my shirt) tore off to serve other purposes (how resourceful, huh? And it made it harder to lose things). One small square was my t-shirt ticket- I turned it in to get my official "Marathon" t-shirt. The other part that tore off was my official ticket to attach to my gear check bag. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, get this (I loved this part). Every participant is given a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag as they enter the expo- there's all sorts of stuff in there- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt; for upcoming races (Rock N' Roll Seattle has just been introduced!), samples of sports drinks and shaving gel (um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;), etc. But that exact bag is also the same bag you use on race day to pack extra clothes, nutrition, sandals, and other stuff you may want after the race. You seal it up, attach your tag to it, and then drop it off to the row of UPS trucks at the start line. While you're racing, they're driving your stuff to the finish line! It's the simple things. I was highly amused. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO.......my parents arrived in town the same afternoon, so we all walked to the Hard Rock Cafe and enjoyed a nice (albeit loud) dinner sitting next to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;corduroy&lt;/span&gt; jacket that John Lennon wore in the 60's. It was great to have them in town- I was feeling pretty overwhelmed still. Even though this was the weekend that I had been training for during the last 6 months, I was still a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shell shocked&lt;/span&gt; and it was comforting to have them close by. Todd also provided a much needed "grounding source" for me. His ability to remain calm and not get swept away with hype is the perfect yin to my yang- when I don't know what's going on, or if I'm in an unfamiliar situation, I can go from 0 to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;freakout&lt;/span&gt; pretty quickly. In fact, the running joke was that I was "Anxiety Girl" all weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295373079504089282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXzxwn0B8MI/AAAAAAAAADo/A-gRditdlPA/s400/now-im-a-superhero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Evening: Jersey Decorating Party!!!! One of our honored heroes, Alex, passed away from Lymphoma in 2006, and her mother was with us all season training alongside the team. That night, she gave us all patches that said "Alex's Angels" and our chapter name on them (Go Desert Mountain States!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!!). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so here's another thing about TNT: people LOVE to decorate these purple jerseys- glittery fringe, pictures, puffy paint up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wazzoo&lt;/span&gt;, you name it, it's probably been on a TNT jersey. I went the simple route with a hot pink "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;elsbeth&lt;/span&gt;" on the front, and the names of my honored heroes on the back. Uncle Ralph and Granddad, and (unfortunately) the many others who have either survived or lost their battles with blood cancers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Art, you were on there too. :) One of my honored heroes. &lt;/p&gt;This is where I feel so conflicted. Let me preface this by saying, I LOVE Team in Training, I am so thrilled to be able to train and raise money for such an important cause. HOWEVER: I absolutely *hate* that this is how it has to be. I love being able to run in honor and memory of everyone, and I am proud to be their warrior, but I looked at the list of names on my shirt (and on the ribbons that I carried with me), and I could think was "This is too many people". TOO MANY PEOPLE. I get mad, then sad, then righteous, then overwhelmed, then inspired, then back to being sad again. I feel guilty for hating this part of it. There shouldn't be ANY names on my jersey- or it should be of people who have all survived, not perished from this stupid cancer....But if we don't do this to find a cure, who will? It makes me cry. Stupid cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Coldstone&lt;/span&gt; after decorating, then off to bed. Here we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295383544894211778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXz7RybeRsI/AAAAAAAAADw/e1PwPfg8DIc/s400/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, we all met for a group run at 8am. Turns out every other chapter met in the lobby with the same idea! I chatted with a few girls from the New York City chapter in the elevator. They thought the weather was GREAT, and thought I was crazy for wearing running tights, gloves and long sleeves, but hey, it's all in what you're used to, right? As the different chapters took off in different directions, shouts of "Go Team!!" echoed all over the hotel and sidewalks- it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, that night, we had the Pasta Party. I was NOT prepared for this at.all. We met my parents in the lobby, and joined the rest of our chapter, all of us wearing our bright yellow "Hey, we're Desert Mountain States!" t-shirts. I could hear this faint roar of noise but had no idea what it was. Mentor Teresa told us not to worry about it, and led us up the escalator to the grand ball room. We were practically knocked over by a solid wall of sound. Every single coach had line up a la "Soul Train" and were cheering us into the ballroom with whistles, cowbells, noisemakers and a tambourine (thanks to Coach Lauren!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295384626199355938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXz8QumtYiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GqOW1haV5EI/s400/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look back to everyone who was behind us. We were the first ones in out of 2000 people. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295385210903133938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXz8ywy8_vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/I7KJE9IFd5c/s400/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very surprised Elsbeth and very calm Todd. See his shirt? Yeah, dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295386014790998322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXz9hjgwWTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mYwif_6aFog/s400/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coaches Sarah (Sierra Vista), Lauren, and Brian (he qualified for Boston in December!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295385560686839202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXz9HH14xaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pAC6I1GNL7g/s400/DSC01368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry this one's blurry, a better version is on its way. From left to right: Coach Rick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mentor&lt;/span&gt; Betsy (Alex's mom), me, Coach Sarah, Coach Lauren, Coach Brian. Our coaches were smart. They brought earplugs. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295388214771048466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXz_hnE34BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yyrv0awhGbw/s400/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gigantic ballroom that sat over 2000 people, 1065 of which were Team in Training participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295388598236212594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXz_37mF7XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/goAtfQaF81g/s400/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our dinner (which was DELICIOUS), and sat down, soaking it all in. Then we noticed that pictures of honored teammates and heroes were being shown on the screen. Queue the instant tears: pictures of Uncle Ralph and Granddad appeared on screen. I had no idea that they would show them- I'd forgotten that I'd emailed them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Louanne&lt;/span&gt; and was so touched that they were there. Mom and Dad were appreciative as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Team in Training raised over $3.2 million for the P.F. Chang's Rock N' Roll marathon (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hereto for&lt;/span&gt; now referred to as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;PFCRNR&lt;/span&gt;), the Tucson chapter contributing $90,000 of it. Since the inception of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;PFCRNR&lt;/span&gt;, Team in Training has raised over $22 million!!! Thank you so much for your support- you are helping save lives, giving a voice to those who don't have one. You have helped ME become a runner for these people, to have one of the most special experiences in my entire life. Words cannot express how grateful I am for your support.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had several inspirational speakers, including John "The Penguin" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bingham&lt;/span&gt;, columnist for Runner's World magazine (&lt;a href="http://www.johnbingham.com/"&gt;http://www.johnbingham.com/&lt;/a&gt;), and the chosen speaker (they pick one TNT participant every dinner) was our very own Betsy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Stuetze&lt;/span&gt;, Alex's mom. There wasn't a dry eye in the place when she talked about her beautiful daughter and her fight for her life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the dinner adjourned and it was off to bed to wake up and meet in the lobby at 5:45 am. I finally had my "holy crap, what am I doing?" moment at our team meeting after dinner when I realized that in 12 hours, I would be running 26.2 miles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-2628172947138175575?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2628172947138175575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=2628172947138175575' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2628172947138175575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2628172947138175575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/01/pf-changs-rock-n-roll-marathon-part-i.html' title='PF Chang&apos;s Rock N&apos; Roll Marathon, Part I- the calm before the storm'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SXy6OnJaYfI/AAAAAAAAADY/kCyE8op-zdU/s72-c/DSC01364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-2281035045300197023</id><published>2009-01-19T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:00:12.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's done</title><content type='html'>5 hours, 11 minutes, and 10 seconds.  5:11:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I say a lot on this blog, holy crap. It was hot (almost 80 degrees at the finish) and painful (no blisters, though!) but I finished and was able to stick to my interval for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an experience that will never happen again- my FIRST marathon.  The magic of the first one has come and gone, but will always be in my heart and the back of my head as I train for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPROMISE I will post a more extensive entry, but I don't have the time right now.  There will be pics too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-2281035045300197023?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2281035045300197023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=2281035045300197023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2281035045300197023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2281035045300197023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s done'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-755364434025369926</id><published>2009-01-15T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:17:37.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last full day in Tucson!</title><content type='html'>And boy, is it already busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work is going to be crammed with laundry, jersey decorating, packing, and trying not to get hurt (this is harder than it sounds, BELIEVE me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our team meeting on Tuesday, our wonderful coordinator, Louanne, told us that the Tucston chapter alone raised almost $90,000.  Holy crap.  So, to my wonderful contributors and supporters: THANK YOU.  You have helped save lives and helped give me a voice to create an awareness about these horrible blood cancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got our purple race day jerseys (I opted for a shirt, not a singlet- I've been running in shirts the entire time we've been training, so to change it up on Game Day is a bad idea in my book). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really underestimated the amount of information and who needs-to-be-where-and-when stuff that was going to be involved.......we get packets when we check into the hotel, then another packet when we check in at the expo (did I mention I need to change my CORRAL??  Moooooo).......tickets to pasta and victory parties and timing chips and gear backs......AACK!  Seriously, just get me to the starting line in one piece with my sunglasses and visor and I'm good.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing feelings of intense anxiety accented with bits of an excited rush (no, I didn't just pee my pants). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll go up to Phoenix to check into our hotel (along with 1,200 other TNT participants).  We're staying across the street from the Convention Center and it's Arizona's largest hotel, as of September 2008 (when they opened).  Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sheratonphoenixdowntown.com/"&gt;http://www.sheratonphoenixdowntown.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad will be in town too, so we'll get to meet up with them!  I'm so excited that they've come down from Idaho to support me- Todd's going to drive them around so all three can take pictures of my FLYING by them.  Ok, not flying, but they'll get a taste for the event and the bands (a Buddy Holly tribute band will be there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is a group run in the morning just to get a feel for everything, then we'll walk over as a team and pick up our packets (And I'll change my corral!!!), race numbers, timing chips, and I will spend some hard-earned cash on some well-deserved souvenirs.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night is the pasta party (The Desert Mountain States Chapter will all have matching bright yellow t-shirts, so look for us!)- I'll elaborate more on this afterwards, because I've never been to one, so I don't really know what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday, it's on the shuttle at 5:15 to get to the starting line for when the gun goes off at 7:40. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run run run walk run run some more walk some more drink water and cytomax, eat a salt packet, run run run run run walk run walk walk walk.  Rinse and repeat for about oh....5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then?  The finish line.  How glorious (and probably emotional) that will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more if I get the chance, but I just wanted to check in and say holy CRAP, this is really happening, and thank you ALL for your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-755364434025369926?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/755364434025369926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=755364434025369926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/755364434025369926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/755364434025369926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-full-day-in-tucson.html' title='Last full day in Tucson!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-7357621838252189597</id><published>2009-01-12T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:49:40.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days and counting</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is our send off meeting/party, where we get our race-day jerseys and information for the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be arriving in Phoenix on Friday afternoon, off to the expo to change my corral #, then soaking it all in until Sunday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time where I go shopping for "discard warm-ups"- clothes that I can wear while I stand in the corral an HOUR before the race starts and toss aside as we begin running and NOT care that I never see them again.  Goodwill lines the streets the first few miles and collects the discarded items to take to their stores.  Kinda neat, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's almost here.  It seems like only yesterday I called my mom and said, "Um, I just signed up to run a marathon".  Now, almost 6 months later (I signed up on July 19th), I am checking "Run a marathon" off my to-do list of life.  However, this isn't a one-time thing, I'll be running another one soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just focus on this one for now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Phoenix is going to be CRAZY crowded that weekend- Barret-Jackson is going on (you know, the classic car auctions you see on the Speed channel?  Might I add that I REALLY want to go to this as well?), some NFL playoff game (holy crap, the Cardinals might go to the Superbowl!), and a marathon with 32,000 participants and even more spectators and volunteers.   If you decide to enter Phoenix, may the force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later,&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-7357621838252189597?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7357621838252189597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=7357621838252189597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7357621838252189597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7357621838252189597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-days-and-counting.html' title='6 days and counting'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-9020746807789579687</id><published>2008-12-28T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:31:11.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>I finished the 20 mile training run (more like 20.8 miles) with the team yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN, it was cooooold, too.  It never really got above 40 degrees and my calves sure felt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll elaborate more later, but my poor house has been neglected of any and all cleaning for the last few weeks, so when I'm not feeling so guilty about dirty toilets and piles of laundry, I'll share more about the practice run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and race day is 3 weeks from today!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-9020746807789579687?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/9020746807789579687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=9020746807789579687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/9020746807789579687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/9020746807789579687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-713887449999876941</id><published>2008-12-19T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:06:12.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This wasn't supposed to happen</title><content type='html'>I'm missing practice tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that it would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is simply not permitting me to put in the miles that my training schedule requires.  It all started with last week's 18 mile training run.  At about mile 7, my knee started to bother me.  By mile 9, I know something was really wrong.  By mile 13, I was swearing like a pirate and willing myself to just make it back to the ramada in one piece.  I finished, but I wasn't in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like someone was sticking a white-hot poker into the front of my knee, with pain shooting down my shin into my foot.  Defeated, confused, upset, and panicked might begin to describe now I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this was supposed to happen in week 2 or 3 of training, not FIVE WEEKS before race day.  So now instead of being excited for the race, I'm biting my nails, praying that I'll even make it to the start line.  SO NOT how I pictured doing this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an emotional day anyway- December 11 (thursday) was the anniversary of my granddad's death.  While I try not to dwell on it too much, it still twinges a bit on that day, and I think about him more than usual.  Also, on the way to practice the morning of the 13th, Martina McBride's version of "Oh Holy Night" came on the radio.  There's a long story associated with this song, but all I really need to say is "Mouse Puppet Karaoke", and the appropriate family members will understand what I'm saying.  Sorry for the inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that carol reminds me of Granddad, and I have not heard it on this station before or after that day.  I've heard Trans-Siberian's "Sarejevo" song (or whatever it is) way too many times, but not this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.......on the way back to the ramada, and before coach Rick caught up with me, I started to cry and pretty much break down upon realizing that maybe Granddad sent that song to me to cheer me on for practice.  I know it sounds SUPER cheesy and corny, and maybe a stretch, but I believe that's what he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so disheartening to realize that I was injured, sidelined, on the DL.  But what about people with blood cancers?  It's not like they can just rest for a couple weeks and be fine.  They endure WAY more pain than a sore knee.  Come on, chemo?  Not really comparable to "runner's knee", now, is it?  So, suck it up, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's not that easy.  I will be sitting out this practice, lump in throat and pain in heart, but with faith that I will be out there soon, rejoining my teammates in an effort to beat this bastard called cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if this post sounds as self-centered as I feel as I'm writing it.  However, this injury has done more damage mentally than physically I think......so now it's just getting over the mental hurdle that I will be ok for race day, and that the pain will subside in time for race day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-713887449999876941?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/713887449999876941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=713887449999876941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/713887449999876941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/713887449999876941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-wasnt-supposed-to-happen.html' title='This wasn&apos;t supposed to happen'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-1079531377847280751</id><published>2008-11-27T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:01:55.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>What better day than to talk about SHOES....and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I was growing up, we'd always take a walk after Thanksgiving dinner.  My Aunt lives on Bainbridge Island, and when sometimes we'd spend the holiday with her.  Walks along the beach are among some of my favorite memories of Thanksgiving.  That and fart noise contests with my Dad and Jerry (I'll spare you the details).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a new pair of shoes from Fleet Feet last week.  That's the thing about training for a marathon- your shoes can only sustain 400-500 miles, then it's time for new ones.  Our coaches told us to get new shoes around Thanksgiving, then start breaking them in for "Game Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to take a walk after dinner today, although given the pouring rain and lightning and thunder, it probably won't happen......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots to be thankful for this holiday.  In these hard economic times, so many friends and family members have shown their generous support for this cause.  I am thankful for the ooprtunity to participate in Team in Training, and thankful for the friends that I have met through the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a laugh, check out this blog about when professionally decorated cakes go oh so wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-1079531377847280751?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1079531377847280751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=1079531377847280751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1079531377847280751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1079531377847280751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-1210032495596325046</id><published>2008-11-23T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:59:21.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TNT isn't just about running, you know.</title><content type='html'>For me, it has been, but are two (soon to be 3) other events that you can participate in to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triathlons: Swim 1km, bike 53km, then run 8km.  I'd do this one too, but I don't swim.  Maybe someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking (also known as Century Rides): Bike over 100 miles.  I witnessed this yesterday (more to come)- simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, coming in the 2009 season, hiking: Hike across the Grand Canyon, or hike the Rocky Mountains or Smokey Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after our training run and some breakfast, I decided to head down to the finisher's tent of the El Tour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Tucson.  Over 8,000 people participate in this bicycle event, over 500 of them from Team in Training.  They started at 7:30 in the morning, and rode 109 miles.  Yes.  109 miles.  I was lucky enough to witness the winners cross the finish line (in 4 hours)- they had police escorts, pace cars, etc.  You know when you watch the Olympics or other events on TV and they have a motorcycle cops and cars, with lights on escorting the riders in the lead?  Yeah, that.  About a minute later, a pack of 5 chasers came in, followed by a thunderous ROAR of at least 200 bikers, all fighting for the lead.  Insanity wouldn't even begin to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you do a Team in Training event, there's a "Finisher's Tent" near the finish line.  This is where you go to check in after your event and to get some food and sit down, check your bike in, etc.  I was lucky enough to see all of the TNT riders come streaming in after they'd ridden 109 miles.  It was so much fun to hand out sandwiches and water, soft drinks and chips to these people who worked SO HARD to raise money and then complete this endurance event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky am I to live in a city where we host a TNT event?  And this is a BIG event as far as cycling goes- we had people from chapters all over the country: Silicon Valley, San Francisco, L.A., San Diego, Desert Mountain States (Phoenix and Arizona), North/Central/South Texas, Ohio, Illinois (30 people came from this chapter!), Long Island, Northern Jersey, and my favorite: Central Pennsylvania (they put big plush Hershey Kisses on their helmets to identify themselves.  Loved it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left sometime around 4pm, and maybe half the riders were in.  That's a long time to be on a bike, but how satisfying to finish and know that you made a difference in cancer patients' lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-1210032495596325046?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1210032495596325046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=1210032495596325046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1210032495596325046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1210032495596325046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/11/tnt-isnt-just-about-running-you-know.html' title='TNT isn&apos;t just about running, you know.'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-3365994747077356728</id><published>2008-11-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:44:01.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>48- Days it's been since I've updated this blog (I know, I KNOW!!!)&lt;br /&gt;63- Days until my marathon!  (Wow.  That's not very many)&lt;br /&gt;6912- How many people died of a blood cancer during those 48 days (That's too many)&lt;br /&gt;2520- How many dollars people have contributed to my fundraising (I'm over my goal!!!)&lt;br /&gt;140- Miles I've run over the last 48 days.&lt;br /&gt;14- Miles I ran yesterday (that's the farthest I've gone to date!)&lt;br /&gt;2- Number of rattlesnakes encountered during training&lt;br /&gt;4- Scabs formed under my sports bra from long runs&lt;br /&gt;-30%- Rate of return from my 401K.  Yes, that's a negative sign in front of the 30.&lt;br /&gt;26- How old I turned on October 25th.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......it's been awhile, and I apologize for my silence. Rest assured this won't happen again- this cause is much too important to be quiet during my training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of stuff has happened over the last month and a half- I've run farther then I ever thought possible, completed a 10 mile race, achieved my fundraising goal, got a new pair of shoes (time to start breaking them in for marathon day!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was recommitment day- the day that we tell Team in Training "I will do this.  I am committed to raising $2500 and completing this marathon in honor and memory of those who are afflicted with blood cancers".  This is when Team in Training starts incurring expenses on our behalf- they pay for our race day registration (that's over $100), our hotel room, our race day jersies, pasta party shirts, etc.  It was so exhilerating to check that box that said "I have already raised $2500 and am recommiting". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you THANK you to those who have contributed.  Especially in these hard economic times, the number of people who need assistance from the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society is staggering.  I know you're sick of hearing (reading?) it, but every dollar counts.  Jennifer and I went to the U of A tailgate, selling red and blue mardis gras beads for just a few dollars a piece.  We had 288 beads.  We made $400.  People contributing just $1-2 apiece, and look what we did.  That's pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my new running shoes?  They're pink.  I'll save my rave about my favorite running store for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still up and running, no pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-3365994747077356728?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/3365994747077356728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=3365994747077356728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3365994747077356728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3365994747077356728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/11/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-3736649577127169251</id><published>2008-09-29T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:31:36.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just discovered something</title><content type='html'>If I've spoken to you about the race, I may have told you that there are over 23,000 people participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, over 32,000 runners participated in the marathon and half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's an expo two days before the race, complete with "Official Race Souvenirs".....that's where we pick up our numbers and timing chips- for those of you who can't be there in person, you'll be able to view my results online!  I'll have a chip on my shoe that will track my progress/time and you can look it up by bib number/name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rnraz.com/expo.html"&gt;http://www.rnraz.com/expo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-3736649577127169251?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/3736649577127169251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=3736649577127169251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3736649577127169251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/3736649577127169251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-discovered-something.html' title='I just discovered something'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-566545314975089836</id><published>2008-09-28T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:18:20.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Miles, Suds, and Sunburns</title><content type='html'>Well, after running hills last week, my coaches decided that we needed a recovery day, to let our taxed muscles rest and.....well....recover! So they said we were "only" going to run 6 miles. Um, ok....sure....ONLY 6 miles? Coach Brian said that we should feel really good at the end of it, with a lot of energy. I immediately thought that I'd pushed myself too hard last week, because there was no WAY that this was going to feel like a leisurely jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd think running "only" 6 miles was a breeze, but it was. We finished in just over an hour (good pace time!) and I felt fantastic. I STILL feel fantastic (sort of, anyway, I'll get to that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about finishing a long run is the washcloth- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Louanne&lt;/span&gt;, our marathon coordinator, greets us at the finish with a washcloth that has been soaking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ice water&lt;/span&gt; for who knows how long, so it's COLD. To wipe your face and put it on the back of your neck feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mazing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's put things in perspective for a moment: Six miles, I'm so awesome, right? Well, the Nike runners (their marathon is Oct 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) ran TWENTY MILES yesterday. Yes. Twenty. In fact, we didn't even SEE any of them, they started at 5:30 so they were at a completely different part of the trail. Wow. Twenty miles. All to beat cancer! My 20 miler will be right around Christmas......a blessing and a curse, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO......I couldn't stick around too long, because a group of us were having a car wash to raise money for the Leukemia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lymphoma&lt;/span&gt; Society. I ran home, showered, crammed in some breakfast, and I was off again, to the gas station right by campus (wow, that brought back memories).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't even put out SIGNS and people were already lined up to get their cars washed! We got lucky because it rained on Friday and cars were looking pretty dirty......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was the first car wash I have *ever* participated in. I managed to go through high school and college and never do one....but here I am, almost 26, and I have my sleeves rolled up ready to wash some cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you a list of things that I learned/observed:&lt;br /&gt;1) Wear real shoes (that you don't care about). Flip flops/sandals were a bad idea because they were slippery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sunscreen is always your friend. I managed to get away relatively unscathed (I kept reapplying, Mom, don't worry) but others weren't so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A car wash for donations is just that. People can donate whatever they feel like, or they don't have to donate at all (but we like it when they do). There will always be a few people who decide not to donate, and all you can do is wash their car with a smile, thank them for stopping by, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You'll see one of everything, from donations to cars. People donated $40, some donated $0. We washed (among others) an older Mercury Comet (convertible), a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Camaro&lt;/span&gt; Z28, and a 2003 Corvette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a few things on the list.....we had a LOT of fun, and we had so many people helping us who weren't fundraising themselves (family members, etc). People were more generous than not, and it was so amazing to see all of the support! Hey, even coach Rick stopped by (after running 20 miles) and got his car washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all was said and done (washed?), we each got $50, which was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think today will be a recovery day from the recovery day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-566545314975089836?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/566545314975089836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=566545314975089836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/566545314975089836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/566545314975089836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/09/six-miles-suds-and-sunburns.html' title='Six Miles, Suds, and Sunburns'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-2038067237627966100</id><published>2008-09-21T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:11:38.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies</title><content type='html'>For the lack of posting the last few weeks- it's been a whirlwind of a time, and I feel like I'm just settling back into a routine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's recap, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, September 6th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran 6 miles and it felt good, but Jennifer and I seemed to fight it for the first few miles. Our coaches noticed that we were running "sloppy" (they seriously used that word!). I think we were still sort of recovering from the race on Monday (that brutal 8 miler), and our muscles were a lot tighter than we expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at this point that I started icing my knees after a run on Saturday, and eating breakfast soon after a run, usually with a teammate or coaches. I feel so much better when I eat right away, I don't crash when I get home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, September 10th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, we've entered into phase II of our training, the strength phase. We'll be introducing hills and speed training into the mix. Today we met in Ried park to do speed training and run a few miles- coach Rick and I warmed up for a bit, then sprinted (ok, not sprinting all out, but we were running pretty fast!), jogged, sprinted, rinse and repeat for 4.25 miles. The point of these is to get our muscles into the anerobic phase, and then recover and make our muscles absorb as much oxygen as possible so we can utilize it better during the endurance events. (at least, that's how they explained it, all I know is that it made me embarrasingly tired!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, September 13th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday was an 8 miler, and it went really well. While we took it slower than we had been, I finished feeling like I could have gone further, which is where the coaches want us to be. Today was also the fluid loss analysis clinic. We weighed in before we ran, kept track of how many ounces we took in (or deposited, depending on bathroom stops) weighed in again when we were done, and then our coaches analyzed the numbers and let us know if we were taking in or losing too much liquid. My results were that I had the potential to gain THREE AND A HALF POUNDS during the marathon. Um, no. Not gonna happen. Coach Rick thinks the #'s might be off, so we're going to try again next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, September 15th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hill training day!! Oh boy! I met with Coaches Rick and Lauren and some other teammates and we hiked up Tumamoc Hill. I don't know the distance, but I do know that it was an 18% grade, if not steeper. It was INSANE, but I was fine, and I wasn't sore the next day! We ran down which was so much fun, too, and it was right as the huge full moon was rising over the Rincon Mountains- picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was less than stellar- I came down with some sort of bug and spent my time attempting to recover in time for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, September 20th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change of scenery- we went to Sabino Canyon and ran some more hills- it's a 3.7 mile out and back (7.4 miles total), and it was breathtakingly beautiful. Teammate Jennifer wasn't too thrilled about the "Beware: High Mountain Lion Activity!" signs, but I assured her that I'd never seen one. The way in was rough, but the time it took to go out FLEW. I remember run/walking Sabino in 2005, and it seemed to take forever, but this time seemed to take no time at all. Hell, I remember going partway with my parents and getting tired before a mile (that's when I was REALLY out of shape....)How quickly our perceptions of mileage and time change when we start doing long distances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to today, Sunday. I am only a few dollars short of the $2000 mark and I couldn't be more thrilled. Everyone has been SO GENEROUS with their donations and I am so thankful and grateful for everyone who has supported me. Every dollar you donate will make a difference in someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so important that we find a cure for these blood cancers- they affect way too many people. In fact, by the time you're done reading this post in my blog, one person will have died from a blood-related cancer and two more will have been diagnosed. That's too many, so I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for donating to help get these numbers to a big fat goosegg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-2038067237627966100?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2038067237627966100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=2038067237627966100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2038067237627966100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/2038067237627966100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-8934607986669529461</id><published>2008-09-01T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:16:39.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed be the tie that binds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, though, these days, most of those ties involve cancer. Stupid cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In reaching out to those around me, and sharing my personal stories with cancer (the blood cancers, anyway, don't get me started on the others, those hit even closer to home), it seems that almost everyone knows someone who's had a blood cancer: they've had a family member battle it, or they themselves have had it (there's a woman on my team who is in remission for Lymphoma and she ROCKS). These diseases affect everyone, and it sucks. Cancer sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a bunch of stuff on my mind and it's probably too scattered to put in one post, so I'm just going to recap the weekend for now, and then wrangle these lottery ball thought patterns into something coherent and share them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: 6 miles. I shortened my inervals to running 7 minutes and walking 1. I finished with a mile pace time of about 10 and a half minutes- not bad, but the coaches still seem to think it's too fast still. UGH. Oh, and it was windy so it felt like I was running uphill.....bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.....OH! I almost forgot- when I finished practice last week, I got back to the ramada where everyone checks in-out and there was a pair of socks waiting for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241217540721862114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SLyLlYlF5eI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uCt5VUexV08/s400/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aren't they NEAT???!?!?! So APPARENTLY, they were an incentive gift because I reached $500 already! They were SUPER proud of me and were really excited about the progress I've made with my fundraising. So, those of you who have contributed already, THANK YOU so much. As of right now, I have $975!! (my website says otherwise, because some checks are being sent in). Only $1525 to go! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday was spent reading books 1 and 2 of the Twilight series. Addicted? Probably. Vampires. Who knew?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday: What better way to spend Labor Day than run an EIGHT MILE RACE????! What a GREAT IDEA. Um.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, really, I had fun because I ran it with my coach, Lauren, and teammate Jennifer. But holy crap, this course had some hills. Here's the course profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241221909407865426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SLyPjrNAGlI/AAAAAAAAADA/RgRB9XJB2ns/s400/monumentloop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided to run it to practice our intervals and hill training......which meant we were automatically in the "Not in it to win it" category. But we were towards the bottom of the stack, which was quite the test for me to put away the competative streak (ok, so it's more than a streak) and run my own race. It wasn't easy, for multiple reasons, but I stuck with the intervals and I finished! Go TNT chicks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's me finishing- No, I'm not showing tons of leg under the skirt, the spandex underneath are pink. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241224819148094130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SLySNC1IerI/AAAAAAAAADI/7dercWbRSxU/s400/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speed Racer!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241225677393726594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SLyS_AC1jII/AAAAAAAAADQ/-8my9aDOXHA/s400/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-8934607986669529461?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8934607986669529461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=8934607986669529461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8934607986669529461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8934607986669529461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessed-be-tie-that-binds.html' title='Blessed be the tie that binds'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SLyLlYlF5eI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uCt5VUexV08/s72-c/DSC01160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-1505296354362049048</id><published>2008-08-24T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:49:47.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4- another 5 miler done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I feel good, if not a little tired (surprise!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the 4th Saturday practice we've had and it wasn't too hot (we've been meeting around 6) but it was SUPER HUMID, so we were sweating in no time, but I did have my handy dandy hydration belt!  It has two 10-ounce bottles and a little pouch for energy gels and such. (I apologize for the atrocious spacing, another thing I have yet to figure out).  ANYWAY, mine's blue, but I wanted pink, but TriSports was out.  I try not to pout about it, but it's hard.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238544418125092242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SLMMZK5zlZI/AAAAAAAAACw/JWI0gFju0Og/s400/speed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran with my friend J again and it was nice to have a companion- it really helps pass the time and sets your cadence. The Nike team was out there too (they're training for a marathon in San Fran in October, so they're up to 10-12 miles these days). It was so neat to pass them- we would cheer each other on, then we would keep trudging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've adapted to the run/walk method of completing a marathon. Let's face it- I'm not training to win this race, and probably 90% of the people who are running it will walk at some point. Our coach told us that by running for x number of minutes and walking for 1 or 2, we would shave some serious minutes off of our time. Yeah right, you say. Well, coach Rick took about a half hour off of his time when he did run/walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, ok, FINE. I'll WALK. But only for 1 minute, and I'll run for 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked like a charm. It was awesome. While the legs were a bit heavy at the end, we weren't doing "The Marathon Shuffle", as Rick calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself becoming anxious and wanting to increase the mileage, like, NOW........Not like I could DO 10 miles tomorrow, but I want to start. I don't know why, I guess I'm just itching for the longer distances, since it IS a marathon, and it IS over 26 (don't forget the .2!) miles.....how is "only" running 5 miles going to help? I know, I know, it's rhetorical. I know the answer, I'm just throwing the question out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next week will be good in the sense that we're changing directions on the path, so a change of scenery will be welcome. However, J will be at Sea World in wonderful San Diego, so I must toe the line alone on this one. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we're going to start doing hills- so we'll run Sabino Canyon a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not familiar with Tucson? (The 520, as I like to call it) Check out Sabino Canyon at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sabinocanyon.com/index.htm"&gt;http://www.sabinocanyon.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.7 miles out and back (so, I guess it's more like 7.4), and it's a wonderful place- so beautiful and ALIVE. There was some flash flood damage from last year's monsoon season and it was closed for a long time, so I'm eager to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.....Arizona has monsoons and flash floods. We get regular rain from June-August, so don't give me that "It's a dry heat" crap. Come visit me mid-July through late August. We'll see what's dry, because it certainly won't be you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not marathon related, but something else that's near and dear to me: Marching Band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was band camp for the Pride of Arizona, the University of Arizona's marching band. I was in it for four years, 2001-2004, and I miss it a lot. In fact, it's always this time of year that I start dreaming about it too. Like the other night, I dreamt that we were performing for the president and I couldn't find my music and plume (you know, those big feathery things on the hats [also known as a shako, and Todd wants his back]).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching band kids (I can say "kids" now, I graduated!) work so hard. At the U of A, they easily put in 20-25 hours a week for 1 class credit. Practice from 3-6 MW, 3-10 on Friday, 8-noon on Saturday, then back on campus at 5 or so for a game, then they *might* get home before 11. Maybe. But they love it, *I* loved it. I still do and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky enough to be with someone who understands this- he was a drummer on the snare line at U of A (not an easy feat- tryouts are killer), but as irony would have it, we didn't know each other then- we met after we'd both graduated from college. Anyway- he gets the need to stop by that final night rehearsal of band camp and see the show so far. He gets needing to go by the warm up drills before a game. Everybody who was ever in this marching band gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on that note, I leave you with the cheer of the trombone section in the Pride of Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop, get it get it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-1505296354362049048?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1505296354362049048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=1505296354362049048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1505296354362049048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/1505296354362049048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-4-another-5-miler-done.html' title='Week 4- another 5 miler done.'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SLMMZK5zlZI/AAAAAAAAACw/JWI0gFju0Og/s72-c/speed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-7058532316652000022</id><published>2008-08-17T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:50:59.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A small note about Comments</title><content type='html'>I've fiddled around with my comment settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't a member of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;, you can still leave a comment, just do it as anonymous and then sign your name in the comment.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also changed it so that comments don't have to wait to be moderated by me, they'll just appear instantly, so you can see if yours posted or not.  Instant gratification! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling today is going to involve some chores.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-7058532316652000022?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7058532316652000022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=7058532316652000022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7058532316652000022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7058532316652000022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-note-about-comments.html' title='A small note about Comments'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-869489942993478541</id><published>2008-08-16T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:59:08.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Better!</title><content type='html'>Today's run was a total 180 from last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had to get up an hour earlier (4:30 am), it was great because we got a treat this morning- Mark Wallis, a certified Chi Running instructor, hosted a workshop on improving our running stride and cadence, making us more efficient runners.   I learned a LOT and was eager to put these new skills and tips to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Mark's Chi Running website- it's really good stuff!!  &lt;a href="http://www.markdwallis.com/index.htm"&gt;http://www.markdwallis.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the path at about 7:15, and it was warming up quickly, but it felt good.  I was wearing my new hydration belt (I'll add a picture of this later) and was eager to test it out.  A few small leaks, nothing big, and we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran with a fellow teammate, and we chatted the whole way, which was really nice- we had a good pace and cadence set, and we were done before we knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1 mile from the finish, we ran into Mark, and he ran with us and gave us some more pointers as we were running, which was so awesome- he complimented our form and reminded us to swing our elbows back (swinging my arms too far forward is left over from my sprinting days, now I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to bring my hands far enough back to tickle my ribs!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs started to get pretty tight towards the end- my quads felt like bricks, and I could feel myself just getting plain tired. Having the water with me helped a lot, but I mean, I'm not used to running this distance quite yet, so my body is still adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished, high-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fived&lt;/span&gt;, and went to slurp down some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gatorade&lt;/span&gt;.  Now, I've always thought gatorade was just ok.....  But when you run 5 miles and your body is craving electrolytes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gatorade&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DELICOUS&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously, it was the best thing I'd ever tasted.  Sad, I know.  It's the simple things, people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome piece of quiche after at Beyond Bread.  It had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;havarti&lt;/span&gt; in it.  You put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;havarti&lt;/span&gt; in anything, I'm totally game.  Oh, and let me add that I was 13 when I found out that quiche is pronounced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KEESH&lt;/span&gt;, and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KWI&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CHEE&lt;/span&gt; (life was so much easier after that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part is that I don't feel like I'm going to crash now that I'm home, so I'll probably take a shower because I smell pretty ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-869489942993478541?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/869489942993478541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=869489942993478541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/869489942993478541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/869489942993478541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/08/much-better.html' title='Much Better!'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-686463216966980730</id><published>2008-08-13T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:09:53.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't even form a sentence</title><content type='html'>Work is insane for me right now and I'm so exhausted;  I can feel my body going through a transition.  While I'm not sore after my runs, I'm &lt;em&gt;so tired, &lt;/em&gt;which is almost worse.  When you're sore, you know it, and you're forced to move slower, but when you're tired and NOT sore, you think you're ok until you start to do something......  In my case, it was running stairs.  Normally I never have a problem with them (well, they don't give me any more trouble than anyone else), but on Monday, I was halfway up my first set of 9 flights (we do this 3 times on Mondays) and my legs were totally dead, just totally screaming in protest, and it sucked.  A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout was a bit better, although I can notice myself not being able to go as "all out" in cardio class as I used to.  It's ok, I'm not going to beat myself up over it, but it's hard to maintain that mentality when anyone who knows me fairly well will say I'm a pretty competative person.....so it's difficult to force myself to "take it easy".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, not what I expected when I entered into training, and again, not a complaint, just an observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have a clinic on running and walking basics, and I'm eager to go and get some tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a 5 miler, and we're sharing the river path with the folks training for the Nike Women's Marathon.  I'll make a separate post about that later (shhhhh, don't tell, but I really want to run that one too!), but check it out at this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insidenikerunning.nike.com/2008/07/29/team-in-training/"&gt;http://insidenikerunning.nike.com/2008/07/29/team-in-training/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marathon?  Ok.  In San Francisco?  I'm listening.  A Tiffany's necklace waiting for you at the finish line?  Yes, please!  Running it with TNT and combined with everyone else, you raise over $18 MILLION for blood cancer research and patient services??  I'm *so* in (provided I survive Phoenix!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, it's time to watch some Michael Phelps and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-686463216966980730?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/686463216966980730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=686463216966980730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/686463216966980730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/686463216966980730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-even-form-sentence.html' title='Can&apos;t even form a sentence'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-628165875853656643</id><published>2008-08-11T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:02:37.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>I started mountain biking a few years ago, and I threw myself into it head first, kind of like I did with this marathon. I joined a 24 hour relay team, not fully realizing just WHAT I was getting myself into, but thinking it would be fun (and it was!). But after that, I actually needed to LEARN how to mountain bike (the old "once you learn how to ride a bike, you never forget" does not apply to mountain biking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what struck me more than the actual act of biking itself was the amount of time and energy (not to mention money) that went into just PREPARING to mountain bike. First, you have to get your bike ready: lube the chain, check the brakes, air up the tires, pack spare tubes....then you have to get your gear ready: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Camelbak&lt;/span&gt; (or other hydration, an absolute necessity in Arizona), energy gels, sunglasses (with different lenses depending on the weather), socks and shoes (are your cleats clean??), helmet, gloves, arm guards, and you get the idea......ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding at night? That's a whole separate mess- then you get to deal with mounting lights and charging batteries (but be careful not to OVER charge them!) and securing cords and wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, time to put the bike rack on, then the bike, and securing it, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me pause here and say that I am NOT complaining.one.bit. I love my bike (her name is Clementine, because I know that's what you want to know) It's just the nature of the sport- they even make really cool bags to tote around all of your gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine (who talked me into mountain biking to begin with) turned to me mid-light-mounting session and said, "You know what, Elsbeth? Biking is all monkey business. That's all it is, monkey business" and we had a good laugh and then hit the trail. Again, not complaining or dogging on it, but it is monkey business. We joked about it later- It takes 4 hours to prepare for a 2 hour ride, and that includes commute time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a point, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started preparing for this marathon (a whopping two weeks ago), I thought, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I probably need some new shoes, no big deal, maybe a bra, too." (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brar&lt;/span&gt; as I like to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new shoes, and I love them, but I got a blister, so I got insoles. Well, now I need to break IN the insoles so I can start running in them (They squeak like crazy, too, I feel like such a goofball at my office). Oh, cotton socks? No way, in fact, you can't wear ANYTHING cotton. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, have the socks and shoes and other proper attire (or so I thought).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to practice and as the runs are getting longer, we're needing more gear. Hat and sunscreen are a must (did I mention we're in Arizona?), then you need body glide (when you're running this many miles, bits and pieces you didn't know could chafe get so raw you want to cry), and a hydration belt is also a must. Got your salt packets and gels? Hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, NOW we're off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally wrong in thinking that running was "just" an activity where you throw on your shoes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and go out and just jog for a bit. Well, you can still do that, but I now know that marathon training is a total 180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've accepted that running is a bit more expensive than I anticipated, I know I'll be facing a mental wake-up call as well. I'm expecting this to happen sometime in the next couple of weeks, as we're increasing the distances and adding (dun dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;duuuunnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;) HILLS. I know there are going to be moments where my sanity is going to come into waver, but my motivation never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be crawling after a morning practice, and wincing in pain as I take off my shoes, and probably complaining a LOT more than necessary, but as my coach put it "I don't have cancer, so I'm good".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-628165875853656643?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/628165875853656643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=628165875853656643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/628165875853656643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/628165875853656643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/08/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-7585876941263328638</id><published>2008-08-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:39:48.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off and running</title><content type='html'>Literally and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, my fundraising "officially" kicks off with my letter and email campaign.  Check your inboxes!  (Or, if you're reading this, maybe you got my email and have stopped by, so welcome to my blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our second Saturday practice- every Saturday we run together as a team at a park in town. We run along a paved path along a "river" (there's water in it maybe a few times a year, after it rains, then it dries in another day or two......but every 10-20 years it floods...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run out and back's, to a certain landmark and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my distance was 4 miles. Not bad, I thought, I can do this- I ran over three on Thursday and felt great, so let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off on a slow run, trying to set my cadence and what is THIS???!?! A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sideache&lt;/span&gt;? You're &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; kidding me, right? I haven't even gone a half a mile yet, so what's the deal? I kept running, albeit a bit slower, then one of my coaches caught up with me and asked me how I was doing, then we chatted, which helped distract me, and I was grateful for the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this foreboding feeling started to set in: What if I really can't do this? What if I ALWAYS get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sideaches&lt;/span&gt; and can't run any faster and I end up just TOTALLY hating running marathons? What if I can't make my fundraising goal? What if what if what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed those thoughts aside and listened to my coach as he gave me some great pointers on rhythmic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;breathing&lt;/span&gt; and chi running, and it started to make sense, and before I knew it, we were done with our 4 miles. Really? Wow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and took about a two hour nap- as my boyfriend put it "I'd hate to see you after a real marathon...." Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quote on my training calendar says "Bad days are flukes, good days never are".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not a REALLY bad day, it was not good enough to keep the "what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ifs&lt;/span&gt;" at bay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-7585876941263328638?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7585876941263328638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=7585876941263328638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7585876941263328638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7585876941263328638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/08/off-and-running.html' title='Off and running'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-5586032476214457684</id><published>2008-08-06T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:18:13.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why?"</title><content type='html'>That's a response I get a LOT when I tell people I'm in training for a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other popular responses include:&lt;br /&gt;1) "You're crazy"&lt;br /&gt;2) "Oh, the Phoenix Marathon? How far is that one?" (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;3) "I could NEVER do that....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to address the "Why" first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marathon is something I never EVER ever EVER thought I would do. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two posts below describe the wonderful lives of two men who lost valiant and courageous battles with two different blood cancers, Leukemia and Lymphoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them both. A lot. I'm not sure I ever really "properly" grieved for either of them, both for different reasons. There was the feeling of never really getting to say "Goodbye", the guilt of not seeing them often enough before they passed (it's the coulda-shoulda-woulda's that get ya every time), not to mention the memories that come flooding back when you see their handwriting in an old birthday card....the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard about Team in Training and what they did, I initially balked. Me? A distance runner? Uh, no thanks. I ran track in Jr. High and the farthest I would go was 200 m. (that's a half a lap of a standard High School's track) Sprints, man. Long distance running is a WHOLE different ballgame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I learned what Team in Training DOES- basically, you agree to raise money for an AWESOME cause (The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society) and they provide the resources for you to acheive an endurance event goal. Seriously, check it out! Watch the videos and tell me you don't want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teamintraining.org/"&gt;http://www.teamintraining.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after watching a friend go through her training and complete the Nike Women's Marathon in San Francisco (that course is SO COOL), I sat on the idea for about three years, then finally made the commitment when I went to an information meeting in Tucson. There were two people there who touched me deeply- Gene, one of the cycling coaches, was diagnosed with Lymphoma in 1980. If you know anything about these diseases, the survival rate back then wasn't so hot, but he made it, and he's doing just great, and is SUCH an inspiration to us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other person was Betsy, mother of beautiful Alex, who succumbed to Lymphoma when she was just 13 years old. She stood up and bravely told her story and I sat there and thought "what am I waiting for?", so I signed up and 45 minutes later, I'm sitting numb in my car, on the phone with my boyfriend telling him "I just signed up to run a marathon"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in response to "Why", I guess my answer would be "Why NOT??". If I can raise money to make a difference and to find a cure and provide patient services to people and families with Leukemia and Lymphoma (and other blood cancers), then I waited three years too long. It might be too late for my Granddad and Uncle, but with everyone contributing, we might be able to save someone else's Granddad and Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better late than never, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling I'll have when I cross the finish line (somewhere in between pain and nausea), will be the satisfaction of knowing that I could and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-5586032476214457684?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5586032476214457684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=5586032476214457684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5586032476214457684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5586032476214457684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='&quot;Why?&quot;'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-8285473138426993275</id><published>2008-08-04T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:15:17.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralph Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJfVH7FsNmI/AAAAAAAAABY/TFkj1NINixA/s1600-h/ralph4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230883824311481954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJfVH7FsNmI/AAAAAAAAABY/TFkj1NINixA/s400/ralph4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka Uncle Ralph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ralph Madigan Smith was born on August 5, 1954, in Twin Falls Idaho, the youngest of three siblings, the two older being identical twin sisters, Virginia and Veronica (my Mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230886710341607330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJfXv6Y5H6I/AAAAAAAAABg/9WATw95Rv24/s400/ralph1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a vibrant boy, the life of the party, fun loving and outgoing. Uncle Ralph also loved to ski (something I also inherited from the Smith side of the family), and spent a lot of time in Sun Valley, and eventually came to memorize the runs like the back of his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After graduating from Pullman High, he went to Evergreen State College where he was editor of the school newspaper and obtained a degree in journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231259245245357378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJkqkTDT3UI/AAAAAAAAABo/MUO4hQbi2Tc/s400/ralph2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People remember him as a hilarious and very loyal friend. Once you met him you were his friend for life, and this applied to everything he did: later in life he moved to Canada and became a social worker in Children's Services and rescued literally hundreds of children from abusive homes. He was a true champion of the underdog as well as an incredible social activist. He also enjoyed sailing (as in the top picture) and spending time in his cabin on the lake, but most of all he cherished his family: His wife, Maria, stepdaughter Palmira, and youngest daughter Jesse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231500035902646770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJoFkKJrqfI/AAAAAAAAACA/CpDC9O-ourA/s400/Maria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231500080957572146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJoFmx_nRDI/AAAAAAAAACI/MaGFz4YmNpc/s400/PandJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In July of 1993, he was diagnosed with Acute Myleogenous Leukemia and immediately began chemo. I remember visiting him in the hospital in Vancouver, B.C., and while the seriousness and magnitude of his disease could be seen and felt, he was always the first to smile (in fact, he was ALWAYS smiling) and say a joke, anything to lighten the mood. Jokes about missing hair and other side effects were always at the top of the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is with Jesse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231261741931895522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJks1n7xGuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iCqT6fqJgxM/s400/ralph3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He fought valiantly, receiving a bone marrow transplant and several other treatments, but sadly he passed away in April of 1994, just four months shy of his 40th birthday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His wake was filled with family and friends, all coming together to celebrate him and his life. There were lots of jokes and fond memories shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Ralph chose to have Van Morrison's "It's So Quiet in Here" played at his wake. I was in fifth grade when he died, so I'd never even *heard* of Van Morrison, let alone really understand the song. Now that I'm 25, well, it's an awesome song, just like Uncle Ralph. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foghorns blowing in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salt sea air in the morning breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving cars all along the coastline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must be what its all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh this must be what its all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must be what paradise is like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet in here, so peaceful in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet in here, so peaceful in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The warm look of radiance on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your heart beating close to mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the evening fading in the candle glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must be what its all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh this must be what its all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must be what paradise is like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet in here. so peaceful in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet in here, yeah, so peaceful in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my struggling in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so many dreams that dont come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step back, put it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It dont matter, it dont matter anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh this must be what paradise is like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must be what paradise is like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A glass of wine with some friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking into the wee hours of the dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit back and relax your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must be, this must be, what its all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must be what paradise is like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh this must be what paradise is like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet in here, so peaceful in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet in here, so peaceful in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big ships out in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And were floating across the waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sailing for some other shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where we can be what we wanna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh this must be what paradise is like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must be what paradise is like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet in here, so peaceful in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet in here, so peaceful in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet in here, you can hear, its so quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while Uncle Ralph is sorely missed, he is remembered with loving hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6656337455430971268-8285473138426993275?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8285473138426993275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=8285473138426993275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8285473138426993275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/8285473138426993275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/08/ralph-smith.html' title='Ralph Smith'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJfVH7FsNmI/AAAAAAAAABY/TFkj1NINixA/s72-c/ralph4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-7874856794952725910</id><published>2008-08-04T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:11:03.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Hoggatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJct7jFi7nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qVksFIaHrB8/s1600-h/gdad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230699993268153970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJct7jFi7nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qVksFIaHrB8/s400/gdad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aka Granddad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;December 25, 1923- December 11, 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fill in more when I get the chance,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start when it comes to talking about him. I got my love for the desert and strong connection to this land from Granddad. He loved to golf (he had THE coolest golf cart- think 1970's and yellow fringe) and he adored gardening, setting up irrigation drips in his backyard to water his cucumbers and tomatoes. In Casa Grande. In the 100+ degree heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddad was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin Lymphoma in 1985, after several misdiagnoses and several months of symptoms. He underwent chemotherapy and went into remission, however he relapsed two more times (and entered remission two more times). However, on the third relapse, he courageously decided that hospice care was the best option for him. He started home hospice care on December 1, 2000 and passed away 10 days later, on December 11, surrounded by his wife, Katie, and two children, Jim (my dad) and Barbara (Aunt Barbie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a day goes by where I don't think about him and miss him. He was stoic, gentle, smart, and very wise. He also made the best bread- he believed in making it by hand. My sister has inhereted this amazing skill, baking loaves and sharing with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share a poem that I read when I first moved down to Arizona, less than a year after he passed away. It's called "Whatever Became of Me" by Richard Shelton, a professor here at the U of A. I think of Granddad whenever I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please follow this link to read it (I'd copy and paste, but something about copyright infringement, you know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hanksville.org/voyage/desert/Desert9.html"&gt;http://www.hanksville.org/voyage/desert/Desert9.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now some pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother and Granddad in Hawaii for their 50th wedding anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230700328553457922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJcuPEHyqQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sLhiFnr7Ec4/s400/gdad7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I remember him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230700287632855042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJcuMrrj0AI/AAAAAAAAABI/BiKRDgZU65k/s400/gdad6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a goat.....and I totally dig the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230700093140072706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJcuBXI3eQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NUBoN2ki0cc/s400/gdad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in 1978. This picture is also on my fridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230700141246258034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJcuEKWRm3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y2E1FcikCoI/s400/gdad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granddad and a baby Elsbeth, taken in 1983 in Bellevue, Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230700243623431810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJcuKHu5ToI/AAAAAAAAABA/1iTmhKZzLHM/s400/gdad5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always got to help blow out the birthday candles. (Birthday cake on Christmas!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230700192594816162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJcuHJoubKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wj9_Ghi0TPM/s400/gdad4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-7874856794952725910?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7874856794952725910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=7874856794952725910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7874856794952725910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/7874856794952725910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/08/bill-hoggatt.html' title='Bill Hoggatt'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SJct7jFi7nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qVksFIaHrB8/s72-c/gdad3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656337455430971268.post-5471316736699386878</id><published>2008-07-31T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:16:26.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarking on a Journey</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm Elsbeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in training to run a marathon in January of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined Team in Training to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and have commited to raise money while I train for my marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more links and info, but welcome to my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656337455430971268-5471316736699386878?l=see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5471316736699386878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656337455430971268&amp;postID=5471316736699386878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5471316736699386878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656337455430971268/posts/default/5471316736699386878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-elsbeth-run.blogspot.com/2008/07/embarking-on-journey.html' title='Embarking on a Journey'/><author><name>Elsbeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02111643494752107112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WvS71FeyRAA/SdzTk3Va3UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IFuiop8WLSs/S220/sandals'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
