tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21521205162478965152024-03-13T05:31:14.441-04:00On the Road to Fitness... and a Half-Marathon(Formerly known as: "On the Road to Fitness... a 5K... and 30")
I ran three 5k's and a 10k... I turned 30... I ran/walked a half marathon... I suffered a knee injury... I lost and gained and lost and gained weight... now, more than 2 years later, it's time to rehab this knee and tackle a half-marathon, duathlon and triathlon!On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-14489527735279051412013-10-18T07:30:00.000-04:002013-10-18T07:30:03.014-04:00I registered for a half-marathonI bit the bullet and committed.<br />
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March 15th. Washington, D.C. Princess Knee and I will be there.<br />
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Technically, this will be my second half-marathon but I hope this will be the first during which I can run the whole thing.<br />
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22 weeks and counting... Anyone else running it? Who's in?<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-44324846306349197382013-10-15T12:59:00.004-04:002013-10-15T12:59:55.960-04:00From Seattle: Firsts and my new toy!Today was a day of firsts.<br />
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1. <b>I ran in the (early morning) dark</b>. Even when I ran before, I was never one of those people you saw during your early morning commute running along the boulevard. Nope. Well, today I was.<br />
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But, before I pat myself on the back too much... I must 'fess up that I'm technically functioning on East Coast time on the West Coast, meaning, it was really 9am when I woke up to get my (predawn) run in. :-)<br />
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2. <b>I ran outside.</b> This is my first run off-treadmill on the Princess Knee since our come back. Luckily, my hotel is a few minutes away from the waterfront, so I ran through the early morning fog until the sun finally came up. I was a bit leery of the asphalt, but we did it. <br />
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3.<b> I made it farther than a mile without pain for the first time in 3 years.</b> I didn't just make it past a mile, I made it three and a half miles to be more precise.<br />
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4. <b>I played with my new toy. </b>Those who know me know I have wanted a Garmin GPS watch for years. I even got that (inaccurate) Nike+ sneaker in an attempt to forget about my Garmin desires. Well, when I couldn't check into my hotel room and I found myself in a running store, a Garmin Forerunner 10 found its way into my shopping cart.<br />
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Reasons why I love my new Garmin watch so far:<br />
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1. <b>It tells me to slow down.</b> I'm terrible at pacing myself off-treadmill. I felt disappointed when I first started running and was struggling to catch my breath. But, Garmin told me I was running at a 9-minute/mile pace. Aha! I slowed my tush down immediately to a 12-minute pace, which is where Princess and I are training this week.<br />
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2. <b>Freedom.</b> I can go wherever and know exactly how far and how long it took me to get there. I'm not confined to routes I've driven just to know the distance. In addition to poor pacing, I also have a terrible sense of distance which both helps and hurts my running. So I got to just run along the Seattle waterfront today -- freely. <br />
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Today's run:<br />
<b>3.56</b> miles in 47:01<br />
<b>13:12 min/mile</b> average pace<br />
<b>Plan</b>: Ran 3 minutes, walked 90 seconds, ran 5 minutes, walked 90 seconds until done.<br />
the Princess Knee: <b>ZERO PAIN</b>!<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-29385034323472809442013-10-14T11:00:00.000-04:002013-10-15T09:06:11.728-04:00First week recap: 10/4-10/12<br />
I did it!<br />
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What did I do exactly? I made it through an entire week of running/walking without knee pain (all treadmill runs). In fact, I ran/walked 1.91 miles on Saturday -- the longest without pain in years.<br />
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I followed the first week of Couch 2 5K to the "T," with the goal of going slower in order to build up the knee before pushing myself too much.<br />
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Well, by week 2 of the plan (which still technically fell within a week of my start date), it felt a little and a lot like remedial math and I was starting to get a little bored and a little antsy ("Put me in the game, coach!"). So, Princess Knee and I decided to go off-C25K just a bit.<br />
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The first day, I had to shave down the 5-minute warmup and 5-minute cooldown in order to make it to work on time.<br />
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The second, I did the required 90-minute run then walk, 3-minute run then walk, but the walking breaks were too long and I wasn't getting in enough mileage, so I shortened it to 3-minute run/1-minute walk until the time was up.<br />
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The third, I just went straight for 3-minute run/1-minute walk... why waste time, right? I also increased my speed on this run to a 12-minute mile on the treadmill. This, after Mr. Bootcamp Guy destroyed my confidence with his ridiculously tough conditioning class.<br />
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<u><b>Totals for this week:</b></u><br />
<b>8.38 miles</b> of run-walk drills over <b>2 hours 38 minutes</b><br />
<b>4 hours</b> of barbell class and strength conditioning<br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-15717997817440161472013-10-09T17:05:00.000-04:002013-10-09T17:05:04.779-04:00(late) 2012 Disney Princess Half Marathon report<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I never got a chance to post this last year. But, the weekend was great. I got to wear my colorful tutu and run with tens of thousands of princesses (and a few princes). Seeing all of those athletic women descend upon Disney was amazing. I would definitely do this again.<br />
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I made it to the halfway mark, then I felt the familiar excruciating knee pain. So I walked and ran the second half, finishing at 03:07. Aside from the pain, I was so upset about not meeting my sub-3 goal. <br />
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Unfortunately, 2014's race is already sold out. Guess I dusted off my running shoes too late...<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-28867119249643613032013-10-09T16:33:00.000-04:002013-10-09T16:34:13.769-04:00She's baaaaa-aaaaack.... with new goalsI've dusted off this blog (and myself) and I'm ready to start putting miles in again. A knee injury kept me out of commission for a while, then my crazy schedule took over. I haven't run since the 2012 Disney Princess Half that I ran/walked without training and barely finished due to the knee pain that kept me from training in the first place.<br />
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I never ran the Stratton Half that I blogged about in <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-road-to-half-marathon.html">my last post</a>.<br />
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Now, an unexpected course of events has led me
back to running with new insoles and a new training plan.<br />
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I've made some new goals (see on the right), most notably, another half-marathon, a duathlon and ultimately, a triathlon before my 35th in 2015.<br />
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Here's my tentative race schedule:<br />
11/30 - <a href="http://www.tmbtriteam.com/BurntheBirdFlyer.pdf">Burn the Bird 5K</a>, Bedmister, NJ<br />12/8 - <a href="http://www.redcross.org/news/event/nj/fairfield/Run-For-The-Red---5K-Race--Walk">Run for the Red 5K Race</a>/Walk, Millburn, NJ<br />12/15 - <a href="http://beta.active.com/newport-ri/running/30th-annual-christmas-10k-run-and-amp-5k-walk-2013?keywords=10k">Annual Christmas 10K</a>, Newport, RI<br />3/15 - <a href="http://runrocknroll.competitor.com/usa">Rock N Roll Half Marathon</a>, Washington, DC<br />4/27 - <a href="http://www.usroadsports.com/Signature/NewJersey/">NJ (Half) Marathon at the Shore</a>, Long Branch, NJ<br />5/17 - <a href="http://runrocknroll.competitor.com/usa">JerseyMan Duathlon</a>, Clinton, NJ <br />
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But first, mile 1...<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-10740776527580475882011-03-26T05:14:00.000-04:002011-03-26T05:14:07.086-04:00On the road to... A Half-MarathonMy knee injury squashed my goal of running the Disney Princess Half-Marathon. But, it's feeling good, and I finally splurged for better running shoes: Nike+ Pegasus 27<br />
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To keep me on track, I registered for my <a href="http://www.fairfieldhalf.org/index.html">first Half-Marathon</a>:<br />
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Day 1 back to running and training for my <a href="http://espnwwos.disney.go.com/events/rundisney/princess-half-marathon/">half-marathon</a> and I injured my darn knee.<br />
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I made myself run the mile from home to my meeting today, convinced that I would not have run otherwise. Once the meeting was done and I had only 15 minutes to get back home in time to shower and leave for work -- I <i>had</i> to run back.<br />
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Halfway through my return run, I started getting sharp pains along my right lateral knee. I tried not extending so much, putting more weight on the left... but I ultimately just pushed through.<br />
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By the time I got to work, parked and tried to walk down the ramp, I was completely limping. Unbelievable.<br />
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Yes, I had on kitten heels which arguably did not help the situation. But, by the end of my 9-hour stint, I was hobbling and praying some nice security guard would offer me a ride to the garage, dreading the walk and flight of stairs that awaited me. Both were excruciating by the way.<br />
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I iced the disappointing knee for 90 minutes on my drive to Jersey. My disability improved from hobbling back to limping. I am really beyond irritated. It reminds me of my <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/02/swollen-ankle-report.html">ridiculous ankle injury</a> in month 2 of training for my 5K earlier this year. But, the rest of that training was a success, so hopefully there's good luck for me the rest of this training, too.<br />
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<b><i>1.03 mi, 11:29 going to meeting</i></b><br />
<b><i>1.03 mi, 10:53 on the way back</i></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-27268856515916584712010-11-02T09:33:00.000-04:002010-11-02T09:33:02.605-04:0025 Down... Now the real challenge begins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqf6psgwruJIg8CfLkc0a2CFPiy4nerTloWVZPF4o3GspkDpZ_WnfuSv3IZWKM8sqI-RBAhx4oyaPCf2AjktziBaq8OzvX3mM2rWCp-VNyfRte2cv2MevqR4jISJWnVCyRsB8m4eUD2Q/s1600/Boston-me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqf6psgwruJIg8CfLkc0a2CFPiy4nerTloWVZPF4o3GspkDpZ_WnfuSv3IZWKM8sqI-RBAhx4oyaPCf2AjktziBaq8OzvX3mM2rWCp-VNyfRte2cv2MevqR4jISJWnVCyRsB8m4eUD2Q/s320/Boston-me.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is my first picture at goal (during a girls + kids trip to Boston).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm currently 25 pounds down now. I lost 3 more pounds since October 15th. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now the biggest goal: to keep the weight off for an entire year. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">October 15, 2011. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here we go!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-9566997252839378502010-10-15T21:59:00.001-04:002010-11-02T09:19:47.860-04:00Me @ 30: 22 Pounds Down!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0Bf4nMvJcqEH8aAls_F1PQh5FIJUdsASON-KHjv9bxQvQmLhDfXdhESfRK2X2OhV_2JynHHSJUtZuiu6NS-CS0uzp2brMu4gUvjqs0tUmYDlQ8hTpuCDPMtPvqHHB-jb8oidP7KPvQ0/s1600/Measure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0Bf4nMvJcqEH8aAls_F1PQh5FIJUdsASON-KHjv9bxQvQmLhDfXdhESfRK2X2OhV_2JynHHSJUtZuiu6NS-CS0uzp2brMu4gUvjqs0tUmYDlQ8hTpuCDPMtPvqHHB-jb8oidP7KPvQ0/s200/Measure.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Today, I did my usual early morning routine...<br />
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Wake up, strip naked, pee, then (<i>and only then</i>) step on the scale.<br />
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But, today, my scale said 130. Not 130.2 or 140.7 like it said 2 months ago. That means that I have now lost 22 pounds since I started this blog. I couldn't believe my eyes. It's been over a year now since I saw that number or anything close to it.<br />
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<a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-for-change.html">Remember me 22 pounds heavier??</a><br />
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In true award-show format... I'd like to thank God... and:<br />
- 100-calorie packs<br />
- Healthy Choice steamers meals (250 calories each!)<br />
- Atkins shakes<br />
- Crystal Light<br />
- Nutrition facts<br />
- My running blog buds who kept me motivated<br />
- My gym, for having childcare, my favorite barbell class and TVs on each treadmill<br />
- Dr. Scholl's for making these really cheap running shoes that have held up through all 150 miles of my running and walking<br />
- All the low-carb products out there in the world<br />
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Enter the "get off the stage" music...<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-63418255047719307802010-09-01T21:20:00.000-04:002010-10-15T21:35:07.465-04:00My First 10K!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ59SnUDO1zGUCRQTB2PPdruvtOvymDWcPdmJf0U7U5e0a32PZ8uSIDOBX-x9HIsr9nuvifkbxPYf6rTugkznv8yEk5rh-TZ1ZSPlTR_FEHqi92jj8JR8aBrraxYF5ZZutvwe40jwGYhQ/s1600/10kpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ59SnUDO1zGUCRQTB2PPdruvtOvymDWcPdmJf0U7U5e0a32PZ8uSIDOBX-x9HIsr9nuvifkbxPYf6rTugkznv8yEk5rh-TZ1ZSPlTR_FEHqi92jj8JR8aBrraxYF5ZZutvwe40jwGYhQ/s320/10kpic.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>On August 29th, I ran in my first 10K.<br />
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I ran this 10K after only running 5.5 miles in the 7 weeks prior.<br />
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But, I had signed up for it, so I decided to run it.<br />
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All I can say is... I finished. I didn't run fast. And I met another not-fast friend with whom I ran most of it with.<br />
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I finished <a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/results/10/ct/Aug29_OldeWe_set5.shtml">#407 out of #427 people</a> at an 11:57/mile pace. I told you I didn't run fast. I'm terrible at pacing myself and I didn't want to start out too fast and not be able to finish. Who knew I was running at a walking pace??<br />
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So I went from running almost a 9-minute mile to this. Guess it serves me right for not training anymore.<br />
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But, you know what? I still finished! Next up... a half-marathon.<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-54347040342630523612010-08-17T09:19:00.001-04:002010-08-17T09:19:00.137-04:00Me @ 30: Food!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXcb_U1fW555wakSFh_4cGibO367m-6vpJF-UCnERDU-2WcVRdNTk785IBkasu2Jkm86k4-nWWYYnhPOz0hw4nwiOAoAnDdt4arWIIfEB8W5oR7ijbTohW7XWk7-DsK6jbEOTVP4h1JMk/s1600/calories_250x251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXcb_U1fW555wakSFh_4cGibO367m-6vpJF-UCnERDU-2WcVRdNTk785IBkasu2Jkm86k4-nWWYYnhPOz0hw4nwiOAoAnDdt4arWIIfEB8W5oR7ijbTohW7XWk7-DsK6jbEOTVP4h1JMk/s200/calories_250x251.jpg" width="199" /></a></div>As I mentioned in my <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-30-week-3.html">Week 3 recap</a>, I'm trying to eat better.<br />
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Earlier in the year, I used a <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/01/anatomy-of-our-low-carb-fridge.html">low-carb diet</a> to lose half of the 30 pounds I had gained last fall. It was effective, but then I hit a plateau and couldn't lose any more weight.<br />
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In hindsight, I think some of it had to do with my portion control. I would eat as much as I wanted, stuffing myself, so long as it didn't have carbs. But, I'm sure I was taking in 2,000 calories, if not more, with those habits.<br />
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So, now, I am interested in counting calories. The other pet peeve I have about a low-carb diet, is I found myself eating a lot of processed, fake sugar foods. Don't get me wrong, I still love and will always love my <a href="http://www.splenda.com/">Splenda</a>, but I was not eating much "living" foods.<br />
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Friday I gave my kitchen a makeover. I bought snacks in 100-calorie packs to start teaching myself about portion control. I bought fresh fruits and veggies. I fell in love with Naked's Green Machine -- tons of fruits and veggies in one smoothie-type drink. I'm also keeping a food diary and counting calories throughout the day. It's been rough. I keep eating smaller portions and finding myself ravenous afterwards. My 100 calorie Pringles had like 7 chips in there. Ahh!!!!!<br />
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My trick so far? Drinking water or Crystal Light until I feel full. Even still, I've been so hungry this past weekend. When will this get easier??<br />
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<strong><u>Calories</u></strong><br />
Friday: 1,370<br />
Saturday: 1,420<br />
Sunday: 1,355 (<em>got in a 5.5-mile run, which burned 712 calories</em>)<br />
Monday: 1,310 (<i>lifted weights for an hour</i>)<br />
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My basic metabolic rate (<em>the amount of calories I'd burn if I stayed in bed all day</em>) based on a few calculators is anywhere between 1,400 and 1,700 depending on the website.<br />
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<a href="http://www.bmi-calculator.net/bmr-calculator/">Calculator 1</a><br />
<a href="http://www.freedieting.com/tools/calorie_calculator.htm">Calculator 2</a> - also tells you how many calories will lead to fat loss.<br />
<a href="http://walking.about.com/cs/calories/l/blcalcalc.htm">Calculator 3</a> - pick sedentary to see you how much you can eat if you did NOTHING all day.<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-63944848960524348812010-08-16T10:56:00.036-04:002010-08-16T10:56:00.078-04:00Me @ 30: Goals for Week 4<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;">Here are my goals for the upcoming week -- (<a href="http://www.goalsfortheweek.com/"><i>thanks AM for the idea!</i></a>)</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Physical Activity</b></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div><ul><li>Go to the gym twice</li>
<li>Run 3 miles</li>
<li>Get outside and play with my son</li>
</ul></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Motherhood</b></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div><ul><li>Truly enjoy my week alone with him</li>
<li>Allow myself to get lost in his kiddie world a few times</li>
<li>Treat him to someplace he really likes (<i>Chuck E. Cheese, maybe?</i>)</li>
</ul></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Personal Growth</b></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div><ul><li>Journal at least 4 times</li>
<li>Meditate at least once</li>
<li>Don't fall behind on my work and studying</li>
<li>Work on stress reduction strategies</li>
<li>Start working on my list of things that make me happy (<i><a href="http://theskinnyblackgirl.com/2010/08/the-happiness-assignment/">see this post by one of my blog pals</a></i>)</li>
</ul></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Nice thing for myself</b></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div><ul><li>Do something off of the happiness list (<i>see above</i>)</li>
</ul></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Eating</b></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div><ul><li>Limit to 1500 calories a day -OR-</li>
<li>Aim for 60 grams of carbs or less</li>
<li>Try to eat fruits or veggies every day</li>
<li>Drink 8-10 glasses of water a day</li>
</ul></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Home/Life</b></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div><ul><li>Unpack and arrange my closet</li>
</ul></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Fun/"Me" Time</b></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div><ul><li>Make it to my sailing course this weekend.</li>
</ul></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-52134647002111499812010-08-15T20:00:00.000-04:002010-08-15T23:16:27.422-04:00Me @ 30: Week 3<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Physical Activity</b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;">I ran 5.5 miles today... my first physical activity since dance class on 7/20. I've just been so tired between driving to/from Jersey and working that it's been hard to motivate. But, I got a good look at my scale today. I need to get back onto my workout routine!</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0px;">I haven't been running since early July. I registered for a 10K that's two weeks from today. I know I'm out of shape, but I knew if I didn't put money down and commit to this race, I would never get back into running. In general, I feel like I've been letting myself down and breaking so many (<i>running</i>) promises to myself. Truthfully, running is getting lonely, and I lost my love for it.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Motherhood</b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;">I got to watch the kiddo swim at his swimming camp earlier in the week <em>(I love his camp</em>)<em>.</em> He couldn't swim a lick before this camp and now he's swimming in 9 feet of water. He really wanted me to watch what he can do, so I went an hour early to pick him up so I could watch. It was fun, especially to see him jump off the diving board! I picked him up today, and I have him 24-7 for a whole week. This should be fun.</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Personal Growth</b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;">I have been very introspective. I journaled a few days this week. No meditating (<i>sorry</i>). I've come to harsh realizations about my deficiencies, both personal and in my career, and have been working overtime (<i>literally</i>) to remedy those.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Nice thing for myself</b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal">Can't think of anything.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Eating</b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;">Still traveling to/from Connecticut every week, I did eat at McDonald's twice this week, but both times I got a salad, sliced apples and fresh fruit smoothies (<i>an improvement</i>). I was doing great regulating sweets and aiming to stay under 1500 calories a day. But, Thursday night while working overnight, I raided the snack closet and had 12 Oreos and 1 Fig Newton. Terrible, I know. But, one day at a time. <br />
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I started keeping a food diary. It is amazing what one can eat in a day. It's also amazing how small "serving sizes" are. When's the last time my overflowing bowl of cereal had only 3/4 cup of cereal in it? Why does my salad dressing have the same amount of calories as my salad? Why was my sizzling chicken and shrimp dinner at Friday's 1200 calories? It's no wonder that we Americans are overweight. Our portions are out of control, and I'm the biggest culprit.<br />
</div><div style="margin: 0px;">My scale puts me at 140 pounds today (<i>yes, I gained 5 pounds since Cancun -- 3 weeks ago</i>), and I've lost a lot of muscle in the last 2 months, so it's actually more than 5 pounds.</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Home/Life</b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"></div></div><div class="MsoNormal">No moves in the unpacking department.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b>Fun/"Me" Time</b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;">The girls and I went to see <a href="http://www.letyourselfgo.com/"><i>Eat, Pray, Love</i></a> and had brunch afterwards to unload our thoughts.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-91663627110518699022010-08-14T22:50:00.042-04:002010-08-15T23:03:38.800-04:00Me @ 30: Eat, Pray, LoveThree girlfriends and I met up in Jersey to watch "Eat, Pray, Love," a book we all read (<em>or, in my case listened on audiobook while I ran</em>). The movie was great. It was interesting to compare the movie scenes with the images I imagined while listening to Elizabeth Gilbert read about her experiences. We finished the day off with dinner at Bertucci's and dancing in a Jersey nightclub.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Va5G7DRBp8V5joZxRDUcLC9LD3p9DSt8m5a6g_qEEBwtNBv6sZkayw7NnI59jA_GjHO9BTM2Lal5m3ZR2g28_8S7SuK9itz9QmtJxl1__DGZhM-0YBxs1Gd8vEKhBRbHbqAp8uOJa7A/s1600/DSCF0280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Va5G7DRBp8V5joZxRDUcLC9LD3p9DSt8m5a6g_qEEBwtNBv6sZkayw7NnI59jA_GjHO9BTM2Lal5m3ZR2g28_8S7SuK9itz9QmtJxl1__DGZhM-0YBxs1Gd8vEKhBRbHbqAp8uOJa7A/s320/DSCF0280.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The movie put me into a state of deep reflection though, making me long the freedom she had, traveling to those three places, becoming more spiritual and in tune with herself along the way. I've been nonstop since I was 5 years old. I was a student from age 5 to age 26. Since age 27, I've been a resident physician. In between, I held a part-time or full-time job since I was 13 years old. I took time off from medical school and got another degree full-time (<em>my master's in journalism</em>) while working full-time for an OB-gyn. While a student, I worked in news, I got married, had a son, wrote a book.. and now I'm on the brink of finishing residency and looking for a new job. But, I'm feeling like I want to get off of the treadmill at some point.</div><br />
So, I've been deep in thought lately, trying to figure out how to allow such freedom, and still pay my bills and my school loans. I haven't found a solution yet, but I'm searching.<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-24307636335299040472010-08-13T16:14:00.000-04:002010-08-13T16:14:02.897-04:00Me @ 30: Registered for my first 10KYea... so I ignored the fact that I haven't run more than once a week since May, and registered for a 10K which takes place in <b><i>*gasp*</i></b> two weeks. I know, I know, but a girl's gotta have a dream, right?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.hartfordmarathon.com/foundationnew/hmfevents/oldwethersfield.htm"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQ7Azdi6jxMwARVux3YILZDB1zcQ_gE5LFqoZ7MpRU96G81P2rQn_ia1Qyx6yngKClmga-ElfGGy03TPXJmdO9usL3OYNTbZS212OC5Zdi8CUAcaKAvnJ7EgwMNuLjMc8p0WeHLjcJ84/s320/logo_OldWethersfield.gif" /></a></div>So, it's back on a training schedule:<br />
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Week 1<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>5.5 + 3 = 8.5 miles<br />
Week 2<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>3 + 4 + 2 = 9 miles<br />
Then RACE DAY!<br />
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I'm not planning on breaking any records there. I'm probably going to aim for an 11-12 minute/mile pace. My usual pace is low 9's anyway and but there's no way I'm keeping that up for 6.2 miles.<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-87881071397369190542010-08-09T11:30:00.001-04:002010-08-13T11:48:09.898-04:00Me @ 30: Riding the Mechanical BullFor my pal's bday -- Style Scrybe of <a href="http://shoesnbooze.blogspot.com/">Shoes N Booze</a> -- on Saturday, she decided to ride the mechanical bull and (<i>lightly</i>) twisted my arm to do the same.<br />
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It was an adrenaline rush. I stayed on for a while, but honestly, I realized it was never going to end and sorta let myself fall off. My inner thighs are still aching. Does that count as a workout??<br />
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Me caught in mid-blink with the birthday gal:<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">But, upon returning to CT last Wednesday, I was met with much drama and stress. I did, however, catch up on most of my to-do's by the weekend, with my list shrinking from 2-3 pages to a half-page.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Following in the footsteps of one of my blog buddies, AM’s blog, <a href="http://www.goalsfortheweek.com/">Goals for the Week</a>, here are the things I wanted to work on this week. Some I scored well on, others I flunked.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b>Physical Activity</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I danced for a couple of hours on the night of my birthday. None since.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Motherhood</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Continuing to improve. I brought the kiddo to camp last Tuesday morning and put him to bed Tuesday night before going back to CT on Wednesday morning. Then, I came back on Saturday and spent the weekend with him, being there when he lost his first tooth!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0BzRwfAr5Lof1VLXubrCSqm5ejpUA7rJa3h1T083qVL42ZJF7mVgAb6uZPFwz2sRkHR51Z_pNcQHL0rzAHNX5HRjMhDiCbQy7vjoXK6bXGxOVAAYJnhwhU874nFh6tBXskbGpp4aOVE/s1600/missingtooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0BzRwfAr5Lof1VLXubrCSqm5ejpUA7rJa3h1T083qVL42ZJF7mVgAb6uZPFwz2sRkHR51Z_pNcQHL0rzAHNX5HRjMhDiCbQy7vjoXK6bXGxOVAAYJnhwhU874nFh6tBXskbGpp4aOVE/s320/missingtooth.jpg" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Personal Growth</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I meditated for a whole five uninterrupted minutes last Friday, in an effort to keep my utter disorganization and overwhelmed feelings from making me bawl my eyes out.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Nice thing for myself</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I bought myself a (real) fruit smoothie from McDonald’s on Saturday.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Eating</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Speaking of McDonalds, I have been terrible in the food department. I ate out at both McDonald’s and White Castle. I ate pastries and ice cream. I had two types of carrot cake today - one slice of cake and the other, I cupcake. Not to mention the gelato earlier in the day. Some of it is because I haven’t even unpacked my apartment in CT (<i>including my kitchen</i>), and I have been spending most of my days in NJ, hence the eating on the run.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Home/Life</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I just made a dent in the disorganization, but still haven’t unpacked most of the apartment. My trunk is still full to the top (<i>and I have a truck</i>) with stuff I haven’t bothered to bring into the new place yet. Plus, there's junk that had been inside my car that I threw back there in order to get my car detailed on my birthday.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Fun/"Me" Time</b></div><div class="MsoNormal">I carved out a few hours and finally watched <i>S<a href="http://sisterhoodofthetravelingpants2.warnerbros.com/">isterhood of the Traveling Pants 2</a></i> and <i><a href="http://www.madeagoestojailmovie.com/">Madea Goes To Jail</a></i> (<i>thanks Netflix!</i>) while I chilled out on my couch in CT. It felt good to sit still for once.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Appearance</b></div><div class="MsoNormal">I managed to dress up, do my hair with or without makeup almost every day in the past week and a half. I'm a firm believer of <i>Look Good, Feel Good</i> but it's hard to keep it up sometimes, especially when life gets hectic.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-68984750475327586322010-08-01T23:05:00.001-04:002010-08-02T11:42:46.682-04:00The Year In Review (Jan until July 2010)Since starting this blog and picking up running as a hobby, I have:<br />
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- gone from being able to <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/01/running-answer-to-my-fitness-goals.html">run 1 minute without getting winded</a> to running three 5K's (<i><a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/03/run-like-nun-other-race-trip-report-day.html">link</a>, <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/04/race-report-essential-2-life-5k.html">link</a> and <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/05/sea-dog-5k-runwalk-race-report.html">link</a></i>)<br />
- run a total of 136 miles (<i>my best month was February at 39 miles</i>)<br />
- run a total of 30 hours<br />
- burned off the equivalent of 107 donuts (<i>thanks <a href="http://dailymile.com/">dailymile.com</a> for that statistic</i>)<br />
- gotten my fastest pace down to 9:08/mile<br />
- run 4.07 miles (<i>my farthest run</i>)<br />
- turned <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/08/30th-birthday-celebrations.html">30</a> (<i><a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-days-til-30-letter-to-older-me.html">why 30 is so important</a></i>)<br />
- lost 17 pounds<br />
- done something special for myself <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html">on each of the 25 days</a> leading up to my 30th birthday<br />
- started <a href="http://roadto5kand30.blogspot.com/2010/07/13-days-til-30-kicking-up-my-heels.html">dancing again</a> (<i>ballet and tap</i>)<br />
- learned valuable life lessons, included greater insight into myself and those around me<br />
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Then:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2x9qSTaOpsnF0xNrkNDJfx7K0B47IJ1kJYyye8dXVekhPVIAYDs6ZHfHDLHdNDsPMd8djWG1hw0EFe30RzGxwgDWqIlelqmjoUqmnXq-Az08SV7kMa9XrXFdzigRUSumwgyweStoAwk/s1600/IMG_3125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2x9qSTaOpsnF0xNrkNDJfx7K0B47IJ1kJYyye8dXVekhPVIAYDs6ZHfHDLHdNDsPMd8djWG1hw0EFe30RzGxwgDWqIlelqmjoUqmnXq-Az08SV7kMa9XrXFdzigRUSumwgyweStoAwk/s200/IMG_3125.jpg" width="150" /></a> Now:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcLOBpPhO-z-l4kI4oKqyWiXOcW_g6JeSQE2zoywZRGE0Vz3LX_YKzPSuYIFZ7DEaF0USx1MSIUgNWxiN2LRcpV6TJo7BeOQuaGuWOFZzz9F031IiF5D2HLKAhOXaaVTkXUBdLhurh-g/s1600/mecroppedairport30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcLOBpPhO-z-l4kI4oKqyWiXOcW_g6JeSQE2zoywZRGE0Vz3LX_YKzPSuYIFZ7DEaF0USx1MSIUgNWxiN2LRcpV6TJo7BeOQuaGuWOFZzz9F031IiF5D2HLKAhOXaaVTkXUBdLhurh-g/s200/mecroppedairport30.jpg" width="100" /></a><br />
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What I didn't do (yet):<br />
- Run a 10K or a half-marathon<br />
- Get back down to my pre-baby weight<br />
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But, the year isn't up. It's only the beginning. My birthday marked the true beginning of my "year." Join me on the journey that is to come over the next 12 months.<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-36093793604802952402010-07-28T22:42:00.000-04:002010-08-01T22:43:19.635-04:0030th Birthday Celebration(s)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It has taken me a few days to recover from my 30th birthday celebrations.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My mom started the day off buying shoes and a necklace to go with my dress. Then we got our hair done and nails mani'd and pedi'd.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Mom all rolled up:<br />
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The dinner was fabulous. The service and food were excellent -- from the cocktail hour to the actual dinner to the tasty Tiramisu dessert that I plopped my 30 candle in (<i>yes, I brought my own candle</i>).<br />
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After I gave a speech to my dearest friends -- ones that I have known since age 2 on up to age 24... so minimum 6 years -- they decided to toast to me one by one, sharing touching remarks and funny stories. I love these guys. They are my inspiration, and to hear the warm remarks were just what I needed to hear after this tumultuous year and as I step out into 30.<br />
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Our next stop was a nightclub in Jersey, dancing until 2am. Then we finished the night at our favorite JC diner, talking until our waitress packed up and left, giving us a hint.<br />
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I couldn't have asked for a better birthday, honestly. Thanks to everyone who played a part.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-81075633846460959762010-07-26T03:00:00.002-04:002010-07-27T15:19:09.154-04:00I'm 30!!!I'm finally here.<br />
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I woke up on the flight after nodding off while reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Matter-Emily-Giffin/dp/0312554168?ie=UTF8&tag=thgealica-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Heart of the Matter</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thgealica-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0312554168" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. At first, I was disoriented. The customs form had been mysteriously placed on my seatback tray. I had no sense of time. Then I heard,<br />
"Prepare for arrival."<br />
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<i>Ahhhhh! That means, it's probably close to 2am. It's July 26th! I'm 30! Oh my gosh...</i> as tears began welling up in my eyes.<br />
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I'm finally here.<br />
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The last ten years have been one heck of a journey. I have learned a lot about life, about myself, about the people in my life. I wish I could say it was all fun, but it was rough for a lot of that time. But, I'm here. At 30. With my fresh start. With my chance to do things differently. With my chance to be better.<br />
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And I feel different. I wonder if I even look different.<br />
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My first pic at 30:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Sl4vb39CFRqftgdQ8so2yk8u-qVVq0WSgFIy00ebrTS42o0iTOSPV1exxeiA23iFRNPjBGSudeL5UEGxQudGSkijmK08OHksodMUmlq3rhBPd0lDA4gl0Dxfw20_EMNcBN7FiWXUots/s1600/first30shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Sl4vb39CFRqftgdQ8so2yk8u-qVVq0WSgFIy00ebrTS42o0iTOSPV1exxeiA23iFRNPjBGSudeL5UEGxQudGSkijmK08OHksodMUmlq3rhBPd0lDA4gl0Dxfw20_EMNcBN7FiWXUots/s320/first30shot.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-52069593112912443522010-07-25T22:00:00.001-04:002010-07-27T15:12:06.887-04:001 Day 'Til 30... And we're delayed<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">**Now that my countdown to 30 has officially begun, I've decided to do something extra special every day until I turn 30.**</span></span></i></span><br />
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July 25th was a long day. Shonda and I woke up to room service breakfast. We packed, dilly-dallied, then spent the hours before her flight poolside yet again, reflecting on life while intermittently reading our books (<i>Her: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lipstick-Jungle-Candace-Bushnell/dp/0786893966?ie=UTF8&tag=thgealica-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Lipstick Jungle</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thgealica-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0786893966" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Me: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Matter-Emily-Giffin/dp/0312554168?ie=UTF8&tag=thgealica-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Heart of the Matter</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thgealica-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0312554168" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /></i>).<br />
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She left at 1:30pm for her 4:30 flight. I got picked up a little later at 3:45pm for a 7 o'clock flight. So, the shuttle drops me and the other 7 o'clockers all going back to Jersey off a little past 4. Well, guess what? The flight was delayed. First to 7:50, then to 9:20, then to 9:40. We took off at 10pm.<br />
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Let's do the math. Not only were we originally 3 hours early for our flight, but then we ended up spending a total of 6 hours in Cancun's airport -- hours that could have been spent on the beach. And it was freezing! So all of us in our tank tops and beach attire eventually broke down and bought Mexican blankets. This is a group shot of random passengers with our blankets on.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3plecmrL0tCUnalFnzaiNM_GWxuJP-XRdtGR46lTed8QVqaGR5ngTKh9gM2nswhOqL0cstTQlvPwXSf-Y2an3GPN7PIq0hakjydsbpwxz-52F2xI-y2mCOOA-nvMsFzbBrh6U-kF_Uuc/s1600/IMG00766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3plecmrL0tCUnalFnzaiNM_GWxuJP-XRdtGR46lTed8QVqaGR5ngTKh9gM2nswhOqL0cstTQlvPwXSf-Y2an3GPN7PIq0hakjydsbpwxz-52F2xI-y2mCOOA-nvMsFzbBrh6U-kF_Uuc/s320/IMG00766.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-42251802164828882942010-07-24T21:45:00.004-04:002010-07-27T15:02:48.597-04:002 Days 'Til 30... Dueling Rub Downs<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">**Now that my countdown to 30 has officially begun, I've decided to do something extra special every day until I turn 30.**</span></span></i></span><br />
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First order of business today was the post-wedding brunch. So yummy! Me with the big (married) cousin:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1zdmJy5noZaHXVtJL8p6Ndzwaox_RAvM3lEIpcctyFN1h_Qmddq80JTjw21_Vp-xY-I8w4QjChZWWWmFZx88RukOWWtfUla5tojC9g4eMcMbGdZzAXAYR1ZyTsNlhAmBqtifBjm94qE/s1600/DSCF0157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1zdmJy5noZaHXVtJL8p6Ndzwaox_RAvM3lEIpcctyFN1h_Qmddq80JTjw21_Vp-xY-I8w4QjChZWWWmFZx88RukOWWtfUla5tojC9g4eMcMbGdZzAXAYR1ZyTsNlhAmBqtifBjm94qE/s320/DSCF0157.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today's special treats were full-body massages (<i>plus steam room and jacuzzi</i>) at the resort spa. This is me feeling loose and serene after my rub-down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3KO8xPystJmuRyXB013wlWGR7YY2EPc8MPT0I5PPrKyItTT2rUVHVHjHepuSLhljmAxMY_BxSYSBTg0mbmWkVkHNFdpl8pERdyvZlHtp5qr4dDmZhnK6_yFDVR5ymFll5g0LO-ZPZP4/s1600/DSCF0164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3KO8xPystJmuRyXB013wlWGR7YY2EPc8MPT0I5PPrKyItTT2rUVHVHjHepuSLhljmAxMY_BxSYSBTg0mbmWkVkHNFdpl8pERdyvZlHtp5qr4dDmZhnK6_yFDVR5ymFll5g0LO-ZPZP4/s320/DSCF0164.jpg" /></a></div>We ended the night at a family dinner at the resort's seafood restaurant. I ordered <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahi-mahi">Mahi Mahi</a> (<i>which I must order from any restaurant that actually offers it</i>) and it was terrible! The fish was so dead and dried out that when I cut it with the knife, it shed into crumbles. Such a letdown. The saving graces, however, were the mixed vegetables and the yucca & vanilla creme brulee.<br />
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Our last adventure of the day was finding a lizard in our room.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7t0MOTHyt8H5UgdkePZeI4KP0dsvLNEdS-39ovckhK99DIjexaQlJOJg5Dt-LtP4g2w_IOMNENYheNv9GTc7y4KMVMVrn61zMaQt5PvMaPa1WSjiECl63qPzPwnJpF-SWUEqlz6okUOY/s1600/DSCF0182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7t0MOTHyt8H5UgdkePZeI4KP0dsvLNEdS-39ovckhK99DIjexaQlJOJg5Dt-LtP4g2w_IOMNENYheNv9GTc7y4KMVMVrn61zMaQt5PvMaPa1WSjiECl63qPzPwnJpF-SWUEqlz6okUOY/s320/DSCF0182.jpg" /></a></div>We called maintenance to free us of the infestation and he laughed at us, showing us the lizard in a towel saying, "Godzilla" in a Mexican accent. Nice, dude. Make fun of our terror.<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2152120516247896515.post-6349726069264964232010-07-23T23:59:00.002-04:002010-07-27T14:36:30.474-04:003 Days 'Til 30... I do!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">**Now that my countdown to 30 has officially begun, I've decided to do something extra special every day until I turn 30.**</span></span></i></span><br />
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Today started out as any normal day should -- lounging at a pool at an all-inclusive resort with a swim-up bar and many waiters and waitresses happy to take your 25th (<i>all-included</i>) drink order. Rashonda and I in our respective posts.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5cVzJGc5yqYhTNJCVwv7_kjQWXuRqP8hwoyq_vZikIOidggdvHQdeqR6z6GhyqDJpU28tZY5UfgnPEvluRdpCRii26TOPCX7HXqF-X2dwBhFJ9qnMpxt7TWjE_2u_Ess5AppVWK7C9OM/s1600/DSCF0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5cVzJGc5yqYhTNJCVwv7_kjQWXuRqP8hwoyq_vZikIOidggdvHQdeqR6z6GhyqDJpU28tZY5UfgnPEvluRdpCRii26TOPCX7HXqF-X2dwBhFJ9qnMpxt7TWjE_2u_Ess5AppVWK7C9OM/s320/DSCF0103.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then, it was time for a quick change and off to the wedding. The wedding ceremony was amazing. The beautiful bride was brought in by a horse-drawn carriage. The sound of any hooves may actually make me misty for at least the next year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZl65nNGZvE-aa_hYXAUhWZecGfiZDkxrXIAhDMuPnxUMGORWRCVptQ6GgdhJ-pI-kgUA3ti5IM1OhRIYnUEOBe1J4brHJW83w32S7MusZawJAJDiYa3zKuJeTnWGCPWz89nroBFN_0j4/s1600/DSCF0110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZl65nNGZvE-aa_hYXAUhWZecGfiZDkxrXIAhDMuPnxUMGORWRCVptQ6GgdhJ-pI-kgUA3ti5IM1OhRIYnUEOBe1J4brHJW83w32S7MusZawJAJDiYa3zKuJeTnWGCPWz89nroBFN_0j4/s320/DSCF0110.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Once the carriage stopped at the front of the gazebo, I couldn't contain myself. She was gorgeous. I'm already Misty Molly, but that lump in the back of throat let loose and I started pouring full-on tears all down my recently-applied makeup. This was my big cousin getting married. My closest male first-cousin, my sounding board on most things, my voice of reason some days, my inspiration on others. And he just hadn't found the right one until now. If anyone deserves the amazing woman that his bride is, it's him. And for that reason, I lost it, and most of my MAC foundation. The vows didn't help the makeup cause either. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4Hn-6NmT9rnI9p7A0t6QX0KPAjA1SXBr9Z9LK_lQvQ2Zl_LRigouRTFxoI9EG_UVtGQTn7OL5pj2vxXtnzq-yUYpvgjZ0eK_VMc9E4Vut5ogbfbP2D7mmAtFro3szfjsvGcAccfNHRw/s1600/DSCF0129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4Hn-6NmT9rnI9p7A0t6QX0KPAjA1SXBr9Z9LK_lQvQ2Zl_LRigouRTFxoI9EG_UVtGQTn7OL5pj2vxXtnzq-yUYpvgjZ0eK_VMc9E4Vut5ogbfbP2D7mmAtFro3szfjsvGcAccfNHRw/s320/DSCF0129.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvuLKxqS8hDmQULH6z9TmtmJDKrF-5ZXcjCtAtwkrw6-uWgnf_oS0qPhY1JG8K0FNecKTjEDGgzwaAjjdsSG-QhtTkxO3jVGLxUqIUx2hCV4ymTapabYB2j_ZynyoJSlMNm371ahdNqA/s1600/DSCF0137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvuLKxqS8hDmQULH6z9TmtmJDKrF-5ZXcjCtAtwkrw6-uWgnf_oS0qPhY1JG8K0FNecKTjEDGgzwaAjjdsSG-QhtTkxO3jVGLxUqIUx2hCV4ymTapabYB2j_ZynyoJSlMNm371ahdNqA/s320/DSCF0137.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can't think of a better way to approach 30 -- this journey that has left me so introspective and appreciative of life -- than to be surrounded my so much love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then of course, we partied the night away at the reception until Rashonda and I called it a night... no afterparty for us (<i>Gasp... are we getting old? I don't wanna know the answer</i>).<br />
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I am in MEXICO! I was completely knocked out on my <a href="http://www.continental.com/">9:40am flight to Cancun</a> and according to my cousin's boyfriend, my mouth was wide open and I was leaning on the lady next to me (<i>sorry Ma'am, but you never said anything</i>). This is likely due to being awake for 38 hours from Tuesday into Wednesday. But, nonetheless, I am here, in one piece, and ready to relax.<br />
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Me, newly arrived, in the lobby with my aunts and little cousin:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaXFZ7D-hto9t-AP-FF20OeZmKknAMKgRM5bCFFyicTN6Vik3JauZhp-KP_V4oLeW64DIpWSfW-hR2DhiRrwvvF-7QvrPYZE1J_Id396sCB-ybKrcZfiay1-H6AxQA6yNN7a6E_4v2ik/s1600/fampic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaXFZ7D-hto9t-AP-FF20OeZmKknAMKgRM5bCFFyicTN6Vik3JauZhp-KP_V4oLeW64DIpWSfW-hR2DhiRrwvvF-7QvrPYZE1J_Id396sCB-ybKrcZfiay1-H6AxQA6yNN7a6E_4v2ik/s320/fampic.jpg" /></a></div>So yes... this means I will be spending the last 4 days of my 20's staring out at clear blue water, sipping fruity drinks poolside with my friend, Rashonda and my dad's side of the family. I can't wait. Check out the view from my balcony:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzo-mBhCpZqdQlZas6qWsb6ST3eSjqbqP4an7DJnnLtldjzrvcxCJlPU9OSvvvAOt1WcNsOmPBeS34fJx8FGYSq4jQ-WafNwr0WgT2JMS0M_RLCvaG9swnjOPI16EGpirbyfV9_MzXk7w/s1600/balcony+view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzo-mBhCpZqdQlZas6qWsb6ST3eSjqbqP4an7DJnnLtldjzrvcxCJlPU9OSvvvAOt1WcNsOmPBeS34fJx8FGYSq4jQ-WafNwr0WgT2JMS0M_RLCvaG9swnjOPI16EGpirbyfV9_MzXk7w/s320/balcony+view.jpg" /></a></div>Oh yea -- how could I forget... we're all here for a wedding! The view must have distracted me. A pic of the soon-to-be wed at tonight's welcome dinner.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span></i></span>Change of plans. I didn't run the 5K on my schedule tonight.<br />
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First of all, it downpoured. I'm dedicated, but not that dedicated.<br />
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Secondly, I wanted to make it back to NJ to read my kiddo a bedtime story.<br />
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So, after being awake for 38 hours (minus a 2-hr nap), packing and running errands, I hit the road at 6, making it to NJ at 8:30pm -- just before bedtime.<br />
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That was a special something to beat out all the other special somethings.<br />
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Cancun tomorrow!<div class="blogger-post-footer">**Read the full post at: http://www.roadto5kand30.blogspot.com</div>On The Road...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743263429387577874noreply@blogger.com0