<?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-8434077363310511922</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:13:53.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train For Your Life!</title><subtitle type='html'>Living better.  Every day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-3809215083209113741</id><published>2011-06-14T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T06:28:10.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Habit succeeds where inspiration fails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-3809215083209113741?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3809215083209113741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/3809215083209113741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/3809215083209113741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-3656135915530063395</id><published>2009-08-11T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:01:40.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am.</title><content type='html'>I didn't know if I would ever blog again but here I am.  Since my last post, I have volunteered at the Free State Trail Run and the Psycho Psummer 50K.   Broke both my pinky toes running at Kill Creek in my Vibram 5 Fingers.  Rediscovered biking because my toes were broken.  Helped build new trails at Wyandotte County Lake Park.  Spent a week in Colorado hiking and running in Rocky Mountain National Park.  Had a blast running the Psycho Night 10K trail race.  And generally had a large time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trail runners are a fun bunch.  Read &lt;a href="http://girlnamedsam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam's blog&lt;/a&gt; for an in depth Psycho Night race report from a fast person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-3656135915530063395?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3656135915530063395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/3656135915530063395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/3656135915530063395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-4066027721800222685</id><published>2009-05-15T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:33:37.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to your body.  HA!</title><content type='html'>If I listened to my body, I'd be on my couch, guzzling ice cold Coke, eating a pizza and watching Firefly episodes.  My body needs to be quiet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-4066027721800222685?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4066027721800222685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/listen-to-your-body-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4066027721800222685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4066027721800222685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/listen-to-your-body-ha.html' title='Listen to your body.  HA!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-5359804686081883918</id><published>2009-05-12T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:36:55.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feets don't fail me now!</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with my feet and footwear.  Suffice it to say, my long bout with foot ailments piqued my interest in non-traditional foot gear.  I plan to blog more extensively about this in the future but I wanted to post a quick note about my run at Kill Creek Park tonight.  It ROCKED!  It marks the first time I have covered the whole 7 miles in my Vibram 5 Fingers.  Aside from a little hot spot on the side of one of my big toes, my feet feel better than they have in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have been magically cured by my 5 Fingers any more than I think that regular running shoes are the root of all evil.  But I do think that my feet are benefiting from the strengthening and toughening process that happens when you take to the roads and trail in what amounts to gloves for your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, I'll be building huaraches out of old tires (or Old Navy flip flops already in process).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.  Ta ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-5359804686081883918?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5359804686081883918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/feets-dont-fail-me-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/5359804686081883918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/5359804686081883918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/feets-dont-fail-me-now.html' title='Feets don&apos;t fail me now!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-2633345441097404615</id><published>2009-04-12T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:00:35.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining in Wichita</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter Sunday.  I shall celebrate by thoroughly enjoying Easter dinner and watching a bit of golf on the tube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot recovery is progressing well but much slower than I would like.  I've only managed 1 trail run in the last 3 weeks.  That was a 7 miler at Kill Creek Park and the foot held up well but was sore for a couple of days afterward.  I've been able to use the cardio machines at the gym to maintain some level of fitness but I'm really looking forward to being able to hit the trails 3 or 4 times a week again soon.  My patience will be rewarded or I'll throw a fit.  Planning to run at Kill Creek again this Tuesday (mud permitting) and see if my foot is improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-2633345441097404615?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2633345441097404615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-raining-in-wichita.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/2633345441097404615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/2633345441097404615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-raining-in-wichita.html' title='It&apos;s Raining in Wichita'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-8610365753546033526</id><published>2009-03-22T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:35:04.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Name!</title><content type='html'>I have been whining about my feet incessantly for the last month.  Occasionally, I would sit by the trail, staring at my bare foot practically begging it to tell me what is wrong.  Once, I even ran back from Land's End at Clinton Lake with my shoe insoles in my hand.   I have bought shoes, changed socks, taken a week off, and contemplated burying myself in shallow unmarked grave next to the bridle trail at WyCo.  All that has changed.   I now have a name for the malady that has plagued my runs ever since Psycho Wyco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sesamoiditis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds horrible doesn't it?  Not really.  It just means that I've irritated the tiny bones in the ball of my foot that give you a little extra leverage when you push off your big toe.  It's a form of tendinitis  and it frequently occurs when you increase an activity like running.  Especially on hills.  A pretty accurate description of a guy who recently gave up the couch for the trail.  It's not too much, just too much, too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I'm already getting better.  A little time off.  A little less mileage.  Some shoe adjustments.  And I'm back on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foot.com/info/cond_sesamoiditis.jsp"&gt;A more thorough description of the condition at: www.foot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-8610365753546033526?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8610365753546033526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-name.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/8610365753546033526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/8610365753546033526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-name.html' title='I Have a Name!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-2251438185094069202</id><published>2009-03-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:29:50.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a little stir crazy.</title><content type='html'>So!  I took an entire week off of trail running hoping my left foot would quit torturing me.  I did do some work at the gym on the elliptical trainers and bike.  Finally, Sunday, Susan and I went to WyCo and ran some of the horse trail plus the triangle.  Just about 3 miles.  While I didn't actually have to start favoring my foot, it was not happy.  I'm going to continue on the low mileage plan for a few weeks but if things don't improve soon, I will have to consult a physician.  I'm also going to try some different shoe options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the foot, things are going well.  I plan to spend a little more time in the gym to make up for the reduced mileage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'long for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-2251438185094069202?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2251438185094069202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-little-stir-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/2251438185094069202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/2251438185094069202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-little-stir-crazy.html' title='Getting a little stir crazy.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-4371818637890317037</id><published>2009-03-07T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:12:04.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many is Better Than One</title><content type='html'>Today was not my best day on the trail but being around a group of fun, accomplished, and encouraging runners sure beats going it alone.  I wanted to be really cranky about my sore feet today but the Trail Nerds wouldn't let me.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read these blogs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultrastory.com/Blog1/"&gt;Back of the Pack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://surpassinglimits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Outer Limits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-4371818637890317037?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4371818637890317037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/many-is-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4371818637890317037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4371818637890317037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/many-is-better-than-one.html' title='Many is Better Than One'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-7521915647034238740</id><published>2009-02-22T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:46:06.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Scene of the Crime</title><content type='html'>I went back to WyCo Lake Park yesterday and ran the Psycho WyCo loop. The trail was frozen hard and I discovered that my feet are still tender (read horribly bruised) from the twenty miles last weekend.  By the time I finished, I was walking and whining.  I tried not to whine too loud though because WyCo whiners are buried in shallow unmarked graves.  I came home, iced my feet and watched Big 12 basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While approaching "Fall Down Hill" I came across Ben and Jim who were out marking new trail.  Ben explained that they are closing some sections that are eroding and replacing them with new.  Sounds like there will be volunteering opportunities for trail building and maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished, there were two bald eagles working the west side of the park.  They are gorgeous birds.  At one point, they came in for a low pass and I got to see them from no more than 40 yards away.  Wow!  A red tailed hawk decided to chase them away.  I'm not sure how THAT works, the hawk being about half their size, but it was successful.  The last I saw of the eagles, they were circling high toward the Missouri river.  I wonder if these eagles nest in the vicinity.  I will ask one of the rangers next time I'm there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-7521915647034238740?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7521915647034238740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-scene-of-crime.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/7521915647034238740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/7521915647034238740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-scene-of-crime.html' title='Back to the Scene of the Crime'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-373407898445647778</id><published>2009-02-16T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:51:13.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Psycho WyCo, Run Toto, Run!20 Mile Race Report</title><content type='html'>First things first. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The KC Trail Nerds are an outstanding bunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All you have to do is show up and Trail Nerds will go out of their way to make you feel welcome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During group runs, they will wait for you if you are slow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some will back track and check on you if you're real slow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And generally act as though their happiness depends solely on your personal well being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to all the KC Trail Nerds that made this race, the dozen or so other races and fun runs as well as the 10+/- weekly training runs possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Proud to be a Nerd!&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I arrived at the race too late to get a prime parking spot but the walk/jog down to the ranger station was a good way to get warm and loose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said hello to various and sundry fellow Trail Nerds and found Beth and Colleen (#2) from the world famous Alternate Chili Run Turtle Group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Erica, whom I had run a loop with a few weeks ago, joined us and said she would like to run along.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I explained that I would be going “painfully slow” she said, “That’s okay, I just want to finish without crying.”&lt;span style=""&gt; She did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some one must have said go because we proceeded across the bridge and headed for the woods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started out at the back of the pack because, well, it would have been demoralizing to be passed by all 300+ entrants before reaching the woods 200 yards away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I vowed not to run up any hills until I was good and warm and I kept my promise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time we reached any significant downhill sections, I was ready to rock a little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told Beth I’d be waiting for her at the finish and Erica and I moved ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SZnlU3lavsI/AAAAAAAAABY/bVS4Hn6FWPk/s1600-h/2009PW2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SZnlU3lavsI/AAAAAAAAABY/bVS4Hn6FWPk/s320/2009PW2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303522182886506178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I actually passed some people during the next mile or so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A fact I attribute to gravity and a total disregard for my personal safety.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I note this because it happened so rarely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we crossed the road on the approach to the Wyandotte Triangle, I noticed one of my shoes was untied and told Erica to go ahead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could hear the cowbells and cheers from the Triangle aid station long before I got there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Have I mentioned that &lt;/span&gt;KC Trail Nerds rule!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A couple of folks let me pass at the top of the Triangle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could tell by the white showing around their iris that there was no way they wanted to be below me if I got out of control.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made pretty good time through the Triangle in spite of it being just a little slick in spots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was coming up one of the last switchbacks, I saw Erica hit the straightaway back on the bridle trail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I shouted: "Erica! Go! Go! Go!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was the last I saw of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon (by my standards) I arrived at the top of Fall Down Hill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I fell down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Flat on my back, with a leg pinned under me, at a slow walk, I fell down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s when I figured out that the dry looking bare dirt spots were slick as snot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I picked myself up and tiptoed the rest of the way to the bottom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was passed a time or two on the dam because, well, it’s not down hill!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After grabbing a cup of coffee at the dam aid station, I caught up with Jackson Jones walking the paved section.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked him how far he was going and he replied in a very matter of fact way: “Just ten miles, twenty’s too far.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is the most awesome 9 year old Trail Nerd in the universe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sadly, Speed Demon Ridge was too slick to stampede down in my usual wild abandon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, I still made decent time to the top of the steep gully that goes to the bottom of the ridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point I fell down again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Flat on my back, at a slow walk, I fell down again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is hard for my brain hold onto the fact that I shouldn’t step on the dry looking bare dirt spots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To make a long story short (well not quite so long) I fell down three more times before escaping Fester’s Wander.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The trip from the archery range to the Amos Family aid station was uneventful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the aid station I said hi and thanks to everyone I could.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Got my bottle filled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Grabbed some salty snacks and hit the trail all in about 20 seconds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gary Henry was gathering volunteers for a group picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stacy Amos asked:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Will we see you again today?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I replied, “Absolutely!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kyle Amos told me that since I marked it, I should know the trail from here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the way through the three hills section, I passed a young lady and asked how far she was going today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When she said, “10 miles” I told here she was almost done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said, “Thank God!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think she was having as much fun as I was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon I passed through the gate at the end of my first loop in about 2 ½ hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ben told me to keep moving “No beer for you.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Someone filled my bottle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vickie Holmes pointed out the boiled potatoes and salt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I grabbed a pack of fruit chews and started loop number two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was afraid to stop for fear I wouldn’t start again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Loop&lt;/st1:place&gt; number two was more of a mental game than actual race strategy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, the only person I was racing was me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I arrived at the Triangle again to more cheers and cowbell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I handed off my bottle and took off down the hill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh no!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Triangle had turned to mud!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily there were strategically placed trees that helped me turn the corners until I could adjust my speed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I got out of the Triangle, a couple of the 50K racers lapped me including Trail Nerd Rick Mayo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That guy is so nice he tripped and practically killed himself just to make eye contact when I said “Hi”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great job Rick!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second overall!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Got to the top of the Triangle, grabbed my bottle, downed a half cup of sport drink (had a cup in my pocket), and was told I had nice straight section that I could “Hammer!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I didn’t feel much like hammering anything at this point but the notion that someone would say that to me tickled me so much that soon I was running and singing: “Swingin’ a nine pound hammer all day, workin’ for the state, the rent’s all paid.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a big lift out of every aid station.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got to the bottom of Fall Down Hill without falling down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Across the dam and got some more aid in the form of pretzels and sports drink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Negotiated the pavement and took off down Speed Demon Ridge at a pretty good clip since it had thawed enough to give better traction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was going down I passed a runner who had turned (broken?) his ankle and was on his way back to the road.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stopped long enough to be sure he was okay getting back to the road without help and went on my way being extra careful not to turn my own ankle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The early stretch of Fester’s wander was better footing the second time through and I was beginning to think I might make decent time (for me) the rest of the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, everything soon turned to slop and it was a struggle to remain upright.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shortly after another 50K runner lapped me, I built up too much steam on a muddy downhill, made a bad choice of footing and wiped out in spectacular fashion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guy who had passed me called from halfway up the next hill: “Watch out for that sharp turn!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was just starting to loose a little momentum when I puffed into the final aid station.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There I saw friendly familiar faces and got to meet Tony and Angel Clark for the first time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some reason, it really pumps you up when people tell you “you’re looking good!” when you know you look like an overheated water buffalo in the final stages of mad cow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pounced on a couple of Kyle’s quesadillas, Tony filled my bottle, Stacey and Angel made sure I stuffed some candy in my pocket, dropped some Pringle’s and headed out at what Kyle kindly referred to as “Still running!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just 2 miles to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Halfway back to the finish I caught up with and met Steve Breeding we visited for a short while and he invited me to a race in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Scandia&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Kansas&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; later this year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since he said he was done running, I forged ahead at the next downhill and soon crossed the finish line in 5:35:12.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ben gave me my medal, Cherie took my bib since my opposable thumbs no longer worked, and I walked immediately to my car at the park entrance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I drove back to the ranger station (parking was now available) and had hot chocolate, snacks, and black bean soup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yum! Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SZnnEmKKYAI/AAAAAAAAABo/o87t9z5GTQU/s1600-h/2009PW3S.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SZnnEmKKYAI/AAAAAAAAABo/o87t9z5GTQU/s320/2009PW3S.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303524102354132994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn’t long before my fellow turtles were crossing the finish line and we were congratulating each other on a job well done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a great experience for me and I am looking forward to many more in the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Special thanks to my wife Susan for putting up with me through thick and not so thick (literally), and Beth “Relentless” Hilt for the weekend training runs and helping to give me the confidence to tackle 20 miles even though 13+ a few weeks ago was my previous long run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos courtesy of Dick Ross at &lt;a href="http://www.seekcrun.com/"&gt;See KC Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Links you should visit:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://kctrailnerds.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC Trail Nerds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.psychowyco.com/"&gt;Bad Ben's Trail Running Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.psychowyco.com/id7.html"&gt;Psycho Wyco Run Toto, Run!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-373407898445647778?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/373407898445647778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-psycho-wyco-run-toto-run-20-mile.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/373407898445647778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/373407898445647778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-psycho-wyco-run-toto-run-20-mile.html' title='&lt;center&gt;2009 Psycho WyCo, Run Toto, Run!&lt;br&gt;20 Mile Race Report&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SZnlU3lavsI/AAAAAAAAABY/bVS4Hn6FWPk/s72-c/2009PW2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-3525015857869829291</id><published>2009-02-13T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:10:24.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals, nerds, and a long run in the woods.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, Susan and I saw two bald eagles at Wyandotte County Lake Park while we were helping mark the course for the &lt;a href="http://www.psychowyco.com/id7.html"&gt;Psycho WyCo, Run Toto, Run!&lt;/a&gt;   Wednesday night, a bobcat crossed highway 69 in front of me just 3 miles from my house. I don't see exotic animals all the time.  In fact, I see a bald eagle about every 10 years and have seen bobcat twice in my life!  Maybe I will see more wildlife since I am running trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to race 20 miles with the KC Trail Nerds tomorrow.  What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-3525015857869829291?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3525015857869829291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/animals-nerds-and-long-run-in-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/3525015857869829291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/3525015857869829291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/animals-nerds-and-long-run-in-woods.html' title='Animals, nerds, and a long run in the woods.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-4981586003357062299</id><published>2009-01-30T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:20:39.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I will eat way too much of things that shouldn't be eaten in the first place.  But food and friends are a good thing.  Friends are good every day.  Superbowl food? Once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good weekend of trail running planned.  I will run with the Trail Nerds at Clinton Lake in Lawrence on Saturday.  I want to do about 10 easy miles but I'll take it as it comes.  Sunday morning is the Psycho 5k, Ice Edition trail race at Wyandotte County Lake Park.  This will be my first official trail race!  After the 5k, I'll do the full loop (10.3 miles.)  I am becoming more and more confident that I will complete the 20 mile, Psycho WyCo in two weeks on February 14.   I'll check in and let you know how the weekend goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-4981586003357062299?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4981586003357062299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/superbowl-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4981586003357062299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4981586003357062299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/superbowl-weekend.html' title='Superbowl Weekend!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-4922376867146715946</id><published>2009-01-28T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:26:52.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since my last post.</title><content type='html'>I turned 50.  Spent some time with my family in the mountains (Estes Park). Started a new business doing the same old thing.  Signed up to run a 20 mile trail race.  And tried to come up with something profound, interesting, and entertaining to write in my blog.  Failing that, I wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to take myself less seriously and post more often.  It's a blog, not the "Great American Novel."  Ta ta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-4922376867146715946?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4922376867146715946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-my-last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4922376867146715946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4922376867146715946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-my-last-post.html' title='Since my last post.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-6793427179691078363</id><published>2008-11-10T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:06:36.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ten Mile Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Friday, November 7, 2008, I ran 10 miles for the first time.  I know, people have run that and longer distances routinely for years.  10 miles doesn’t seem like much to someone who has been wise enough to stay fit and avoid bad habits.  But to a guy who recently weighed 267 pounds and had a $1,500/year cigarette habit, running 10 miles feels like finding the Holy Grail.  I didn’t have ambitions of running a marathon or a 50 kilometer trail race.  I just wanted to lead a more active, longer life.  Now I feel so much better, maybe there is a marathon or a 50k in my future.  After all, I just ran 10 miles.  I can do anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:170;" &gt;Homage to Oatmeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love oatmeal.  I love oatmeal with cinnamon sugar and raisins.  I love oatmeal with bananas and milk.  But mostly, I love oatmeal with savory things.  Eggs, beans, beef, chicken, turkey, paprika, hot peppers, anything is good in oatmeal.  Oatmeal with a spoonful of whatever you had for dinner last night is finer than breakfast at the Waldorf!  I’ve had breakfast at the Waldorf.  Take my word for it.  Oatmeal with pork chile and pinto beans is probably the ultimate culinary experience.  Do yourself a favor.  Don’t limit your oatmeal consumption to the sweet side.  Discover savory oatmeal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for making good oatmeal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid instant and quick. It only takes 4 minutes to make real “Old Fashioned” oatmeal.  If you have more time, try steel cut or Irish oats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix the water and oatmeal together cold and you will have creamier oatmeal.  Starting with hot water makes for chewy oatmeal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add salt toward the end of the cooking process instead of the beginning.  A smoother product will result.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t forget the salt!  You don’t have to go crazy but oatmeal without salt is a little too close to library paste.  Has anyone ever tried salted library paste?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add the amendments toward the end of the cooking process or right before eating.  Use cooked meats, eggs, beans, etc. and they will be warmed through by the hot oatmeal.  They don’t need more cooking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use your imagination and the world is your oatmeal!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more about oatmeal, start with Wikipedia: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oatmeal"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oatmeal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Oatmeal is very good for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-6793427179691078363?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6793427179691078363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-ten-mile-run.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/6793427179691078363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/6793427179691078363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-ten-mile-run.html' title='First Ten Mile Run'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-2584038311743098509</id><published>2008-11-04T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:06:48.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SRCAtQYsb4I/AAAAAAAAABI/zI_bMOd60TE/s1600-h/DadnBeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SRCAtQYsb4I/AAAAAAAAABI/zI_bMOd60TE/s320/DadnBeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264849479377121154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!&lt;/span&gt; (shown with my sister Bethany) My father introduced me to Kenneth Cooper's "Aerobics" and Jim Fixx's "The Complete Book of Running" when I was a teenager.  It's a shame it took 30+ years to really stick.  My dad is 82 today and while he doesn't run anymore, he still does a daily workout involving calisthenics, weights, and an exercise bike from the Eisenhower era.   Go Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my very first road race on October 11th! The Jared Coones Memorial 5k Pumpkin Run.  While it was just a 5k, it was 5k farther than I've raced.  I now have a personal best in the 5k of 31:05.  I could have knocked 25 seconds off that time by starting closer to the front.  That is the sort of thing one learns with experience.  The weather was beautiful and the atmosphere was festive.  There were 2,930 entrants in the race and I finished 32nd out of 82 in my age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last update, my oldest son turned 21 years of age.  It is hard for me to believe that it has been 21 years since he came home with us. Now there is just one kid left in the family and he's just a year and a half behind his brother.  Who am I kidding?  They're both adults and have been for a while. I'm proud of them both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-2584038311743098509?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2584038311743098509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/reporting-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/2584038311743098509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/2584038311743098509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/reporting-in.html' title='Election Day!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SRCAtQYsb4I/AAAAAAAAABI/zI_bMOd60TE/s72-c/DadnBeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-6668396760255792788</id><published>2008-10-01T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:30:15.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How sweet it is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe how good I felt during my run today! 4.75 miles in 48:35.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first road race (a 5k) is coming up in 10 days and I am going to try to finish in less than 30 minutes.  Physically, I am certain that I can do it but I don't know what race conditions will be like.  A lot of people enter this race and I am terrified that I may run over someone (I'm not very graceful).  I'll just play it by ear and be happy to have passed this milestone.  After all, last year at this time, I was 6 gallons larger and smoking like a chimney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-6668396760255792788?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6668396760255792788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-sweet-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/6668396760255792788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/6668396760255792788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-sweet-it-is.html' title='How sweet it is!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-4135102624694203187</id><published>2008-09-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:20:58.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race is On!</title><content type='html'>I registered for my first road race last night.  I will be running the &lt;a href="http://www.pumpkinrunwalk.org/"&gt;Jared Coones Memorial Pumpkin Run/Walk&lt;/a&gt; on Oct. 11 with a friend.  It will be fun to do something new and different that I could not have done the previous 20 or so years.  If you're in the Kansas City area, take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-4135102624694203187?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4135102624694203187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/race-is-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4135102624694203187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/4135102624694203187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/race-is-on.html' title='The Race is On!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-9078206444128445931</id><published>2008-09-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:17:22.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder and Lightning</title><content type='html'>I woke this morning to the sound of thunder.  Good ol' Kansas!  I got a 4 miler in this afternoon.  It took an hour to stop sweating after the run was over.  It occurs to me that maybe I would develop better speed if I ran in the thunderstorm.  Kansas could promote itself as the "Speed Training State."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-9078206444128445931?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9078206444128445931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/thunder-and-lightning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/9078206444128445931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/9078206444128445931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/thunder-and-lightning.html' title='Thunder and Lightning'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-5554287193116222064</id><published>2008-09-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:10:25.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a day makes.</title><content type='html'>Monday's run finished on a high note with the rise of the full moon and a lovely crisp evening.  Today (Wednesday) I had to walk shortly after passing the 3 mile mark.  I attribute this to still being sore from Monday and not getting a very good night's rest.  Oh well.  It was still good exercise and the next one will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-5554287193116222064?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5554287193116222064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-difference-day-makes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/5554287193116222064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/5554287193116222064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What a difference a day makes.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-7647834778934571740</id><published>2008-09-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:50:00.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine on harvest moon.</title><content type='html'>At the end of my run yesterday evening, the harvest moon was sitting at the end of the road like a window into another world.  It was a beautiful sight to see welcoming me home on a cool clear night.  A harvest moon and a light in the kitchen.  All is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-7647834778934571740?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7647834778934571740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/shine-on-harvest-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/7647834778934571740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/7647834778934571740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/shine-on-harvest-moon.html' title='Shine on harvest moon.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434077363310511922.post-8413665374653719823</id><published>2008-09-10T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:11:59.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farther than ever.</title><content type='html'>A seven mile run today.  It seems that once or twice a week I'm running farther than I ever have before.  Why am I running seven miles?  Because if I don't, I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8434077363310511922-8413665374653719823?l=trainforyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8413665374653719823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/farther-than-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/8413665374653719823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8434077363310511922/posts/default/8413665374653719823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trainforyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/farther-than-ever.html' title='Farther than ever.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16290434376826644548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XdjtMlLIiw/SNHHzc52DvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHXtNC84jbg/S220/26700002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
