<?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-2601627190362272964</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:19:42.041-05:00</updated><category term='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9QTYj2zVCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7O9dcQ0yXJM/s320/IMG_0016.JPG'/><title type='text'>Running Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>A journal of my running along with a little randomness...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-1936568309324145139</id><published>2009-06-07T16:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:18:08.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh $%&amp;#!!!</title><content type='html'>So, this morning was the Tejas Triathlon in Sugar Land, and I competed in the relay with Team BA (which truly is BA, btw).  My new twitter friend, Shannon Henderson, did the swimming (600 yds), Cathlene Webb tackled the bike (11 miles), and I finished up with the running (3 miles).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the fact that we just put this team together all last minutelike, I was still super pumped about it!  I hadn't raced in forever, and I was anxious to see where I was pace wise since I'm back in a regular running routine.  I was so good yesterday.  I even resisted all vodka temptations. Not only did I want to get an accurate picture of where I was personally, I wanted to lay down some super fastness for Team BA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While heading home from dinner at my parents house last night I witnessed a horrific wreck.  I had never seen anything like that first hand, and it was extremely upsetting.   When I finally got home either the shock, or the grief, or a combination of both, made me physically ill.  To put it bluntly, I puked my guts up....seriously.  I hope those images begin to fade very quickly, and my heart goes out to all involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I set the alarm on my phone for 3:45 and hit the pillow.   I like to get up early before a race, have a little breakfast, take my time getting ready, and I do not like to be rushed at all.  So, when I woke up to daylight and 6:20 on the clock, I friggin' freaked!!  I jumped up and let out exclamation that sounded something like 'duck', only slightly different.  I rarely use this word, so when uttered by me, it is serious, people!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got dressed at lightning speed, grabbed my visor, purse, phone, black shirt( Team BA's color was black...because nothing says BA like black!), and flew out the door.  Once in the car, I placed the call to Cathlene.  I explained my idiocy, expressed my apologies, gave assurance of my impending arrival, and asked for directions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next order of business was to acquire some sort of marking device.  There was no chance of me making the body marking, so I would have to stealthily scribble on myself.  Luckily the local truck stop had a plentiful supply of Sharpies.  Once I had my marker, I proceeded to HAUL ASS to Sugar Land.    Mapquest says it's 97 miles from my driveway to Sugar Land, and that this trip should take 1 hour 40 minutes.  It was 6:30.  Our wave started at 7:16.  I had figured in my head that I had somewhere around 45 minutes after our start until I was up, which meant I needed to be in the transition area no later than 8:00.  Did I mention is was 6:30?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave out the details, but I somehow made it.  I parked the car and went running down the street towards the start with my phone and Sharpie in tow.  I called Shannon, whom I had not yet met in person, to find out where she was, and she guided me right to her.  It went something like this: "Hi, I'm Katy.  Here's a Sharpie...please draw on me.  Oh, and, thanks for getting my bib for me.  Do you mind pinning it on, while you're at it."  One of my most outstanding first impressions to date!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We quickly walked back to transition, and about ten minutes later, in rolled Cathlene on her bike.  Whew!  I made it!  Off I went....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a very good run for me.  I was extremely dehydrated from all the puking the night before.  I actually stopped 2 times at water stops on a friggin' 3 mile course!  Sadness!!  I was about 30 seconds off my pace.  Oh well, my teammates were kind enough to cut me a little slack, and I was just glad I actually made it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up placing 3rd (Woot, Team BA!!!), but left without getting our hardware because the idiot results people had it posted we came in 4th.  Maybe they saved them for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up bumping into some familiar peeps ...  Cassie (turned out a 10 minute PR!!!) and her hubby Manny, Evan, and Jeremy.  It was awesome meeting Shannon, a.k.a. hendy2, in person.  She is definitely a BA swimmer, and rocked her first OWS with great finesse (so I hear...I wasn't there yet...boo!).   Major props to Cathlene too!  She rocked an 18 mph pace, and was just told she was doing this 4 days ago!!  My only killer performance was propelling the Expedition to Sugar Land unscathed and in record time.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I get a second chance to 'wow' my Team BA peeps!  And, in closing, may I just say that I absolutely LOVE triathlon relays.  It was the bomb-diggity rolling up with nothing but my shoes!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-1936568309324145139?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1936568309324145139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=1936568309324145139' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1936568309324145139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1936568309324145139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh.html' title='Oh $%&amp;#!!!'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-6344455475179454883</id><published>2009-06-03T09:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:23:56.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy NRD!!!</title><content type='html'>i had no idea there was a national running day, but apparently it is celebrated today; june 3rd.  it was supposed to be a rest day for me; however, coach made exception, and ok-ed an easy 3 miler in commemoration of the day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't take any music with me for this one.  it was an entertain myself with my own thoughts day.  spent some time thinking about how running has changed things in my life on so many levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) i am healthier than i have ever been, and not just from the actual cardio activity.  because i am working hard on being the best runner i can be, i think about everything i put into my body. (for the most part. ie. vodka) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) running has provided me great mental solace.  there's been lots of shstuff on my plate recently, and i've survived it like a champ!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) running is so empowering! if you would have asked me 5 years ago if i could run a marathon, i would have laughed in your face.  the thought of running 26.2 miles sounded absolutely absurd!  now i am constantly trying to convince people of how easy it is if you just put a little work into it.  anyone can do, and you will feel like a million bucks when you do!  i can do anything i set my mind to!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) i love runners!  i have met the most amazing people through my running.  such camaraderie and spirit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am thankful every day that i am healthy and able to enjoy my sport.  go run people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-6344455475179454883?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6344455475179454883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=6344455475179454883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6344455475179454883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6344455475179454883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-nrd.html' title='Happy NRD!!!'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-3404437926358885121</id><published>2009-06-02T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:36:53.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out!!</title><content type='html'>Thurs:  4 miles on the treadmill.  was not nearly as enjoyable as my last treadmill run.  i think i may have prematurely expressed love for the machine.  i do still in fact hate the damn thing.  i would rather the asphalt be melting the rubber off my shoes than do that again. 3 miles at a moderate pace and 1 mile pushing hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fri:  back on my road.  5 miler nice and easy with my dog and lots of coldplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat:  was supposed to be my long run, but jp rushed me, and i only got 4 miles in.  ran my fav trail.  no horseflies or snakes, bonus!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun:  nadadamnthing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mon:  Intervals - 15 minute warm-up. 6 x 3 mins hard with 2 min jogs between. then 15 min cool down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tues:  5 miles easy runnin'.  it was divine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, school's out! woot!!  kids are sleeping in and i can run as early as i want!  however; once they all begin to wake up they multiple very quickly.  i tell myself they gravitate here because i am such a BA mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-3404437926358885121?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3404437926358885121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=3404437926358885121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3404437926358885121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3404437926358885121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out!!'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-3590618732312109614</id><published>2009-05-28T07:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:12:54.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following Orders (For the Most Part)</title><content type='html'>I feel like my training is going really well!  That whole phase one thing I spoke of...I'm past it.  Running is fun again, and I'm back in a groove.  I've been doing set workouts given to me by my awesome new coach, and so far I've only messed up one of them.  The day after Memorial Day...c'mon what do you expect.  I kinda like getting up, checking my schedule, and following orders.  I didn't think I would, but I really do.  I've always said, I'm a much better sheep than shepherd.  So here's what I've done for last few days:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday - ran 6 miles at a relaxed pace on trails here at home.  It was an ok run, but I was a bit hungover and blah from turnin' my swag on the night before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday - Chillaxed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday - Drank beer on a boat (was supposed to do 10 min wu, 4 x 8min (hard) followed by 2 min. jog recovery, 10 cd)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday - Did the workout I was supposed to do Monday on my road. (minus two of the 8 min sets and the cd....talk about a hangover.  Decided not to drink anymore during this portion of my training)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday - Was able to run until the afternoon, so opted for a treadmill run.  Did 10 wu, 5 x 8 min (hard) followed by 2 min jog recovery, 10 cd.  Felt great!!!  Treadmill was not bad at all...watched game shows and jammed out to some kickass tunes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to use the treadmill more this summer.  I just really don't do well in the heat, and my running usually stalls out during the hot as hell months.  The treadmill's not THAT bad, and if it keeps me running, and moving towards my goal...then so be it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-3590618732312109614?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3590618732312109614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=3590618732312109614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3590618732312109614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3590618732312109614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2009/05/following-orders-for-most-part.html' title='Following Orders (For the Most Part)'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-6213135610540250409</id><published>2009-05-19T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:09:11.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HSP Kicked My Butt!!</title><content type='html'>Hog's Hunt was the first time I had run at the park in FOREVER!!  HSP trails are way different than my trails, and they did one helluva number on my back and hips.  I think some of the problems with my back are from the way I was using my arms....holding them all weird to help me balance as I attempted to jump roots and stumps.  Then there was all the loose sand.  I don't remember the park being THAT sandy!  Up hill in loose sand is like running in a hamster wheel...and that is what I am blaming the hip trouble on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rested Sunday, but got right back at it yesterday.  Just 4 easy miles down my road.  I hope no one saw me bc I'm sure I looked like a friggin' idiot!  My hip flexors only allow for baby steps.  I ran 5 today, and felt better, but still not quite normal.  Guess that's what I get for running 15.5 miles of tough trails completely unprepared!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-6213135610540250409?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6213135610540250409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=6213135610540250409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6213135610540250409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6213135610540250409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2009/05/hsp-kicked-my-butt.html' title='HSP Kicked My Butt!!'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-8831879473286341249</id><published>2009-05-18T07:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:07:29.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hog's Hunt 25K</title><content type='html'>Well, so much for sitting Hog's Hunt out!  Nevermind the fact that I was completely unprepared to run a 25K...I just said 'what the hell' and did it anyway.  It actually started out really well.  I felt great all the way to about mile 11 or 12, and then the heat and lack of water started to kick my butt.  There was a 5 mile stretch between aid stations, and it was about 90 degrees outside!  I think I got just a tad bit dehydrated.  Oh well, I lived...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really sure what my time was...just glad I finished!  It was AWESOME to back out at the park!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-8831879473286341249?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8831879473286341249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=8831879473286341249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8831879473286341249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8831879473286341249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2009/05/hogs-hunt-25k.html' title='Hog&apos;s Hunt 25K'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-8548872231103300789</id><published>2009-05-15T10:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:50:10.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipping Away at Phase One</title><content type='html'>Phase One - that's where I am right now.  The phase that keeps most people away from this sport.  There's nothing enjoyable about, every step is a struggle, self doubt is rampant, and you want nothing more than to throw in the towel.  I don't know how many times I've tried to explain this to people...when I get "I don't know how you do what you do...I hate running!".   You've just gotta get outta Phase One, people!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, I've conquered this hill before, and I know the awesomeness that exists on the other side.  I am inching my way closer everyday, and I am so excited!  I recruited a coach yesterday too!  I am going to work my ass off to make that sub 4 race!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am signed up to run Hog's Hunts 25K tomorrow, but I'm not trained for it, and I don't see the point of going out there and killing myself.  I think I'm just going to stick to my comeback training plan, and just be a spectator for this one.  It's fun cheering everybody on anyway.  I'm going to bring my camera and photograph and support all my peeps who actually trained for the race.  I'll be back next year fo sho!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran another 3 miles this a.m. on my road.  I felt much stronger than the last 2 days.  I did walk about 100 yds in the middle somewhere, but I cranked up my go-to tunes, The Killers, and they got me going again.  Mr. Brightside does it for me everytime!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-8548872231103300789?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8548872231103300789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=8548872231103300789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8548872231103300789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8548872231103300789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2009/05/chipping-away-at-phase-one.html' title='Chipping Away at Phase One'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-4339565525915752810</id><published>2009-05-14T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:50:08.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game On!!!</title><content type='html'>I think it was about this time last year when I last posted to this blog.  I have no idea if anyone is still doing it, or reading these things, but I'm gonna start posting again.  I have come to the conclusion that I am much more dedicated to running when I blog about it.  I guess it just helps keep me accountable...who knows.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I do know, is that I am determined to get back in peak running condition again.  I don't care if it is hot as hell!  I have set a goal for myself to run a sub 4 marathon this fall, and I am going to do my dangedest to git-r-done...can't believe i just said that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoo, here goes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran 3 miles yesterday very slowly and sluggishly.  I attempted to run the same 3 mile trail again today, but my dog was attacked by a skunk towards the end.  She was slinging the thing around trying to shake it to death, when it bit a hunk outta her nose and sprayed her in the mouth.  She then proceeded to whine, puke, bleed, and stink very badly.  I walked the last 1/4 mile or so back to the house with her.  I think it's safe that she will never again jack with a skunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-4339565525915752810?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4339565525915752810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=4339565525915752810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4339565525915752810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4339565525915752810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2009/05/game-on.html' title='Game On!!!'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-4926088414916931282</id><published>2008-07-14T12:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:55:23.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Over My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, let me say thank you to everyone who has been concerned about me.  I'm sorry for not posting on here and letting you all know what is going on.  I am really lucky to have people who worry about me when I don't blog! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a crazy summer it's been!  I don't even know where to start.  Our deer venture has turned out to be a HUGE undertaking.  We lost three fawns when they were all first born due to fire ants.  Being new to this, I had no idea ants could be such a problem.  We had to take all the remaining fawns out of the pen and treat the entire thing with ant killer, which then all had to be watered in...by hand.  I had to drag a water hose around for three days!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got the ant problem under control, we tried to return the fawns to the pen, but the does rejected them and would not let them nurse.  So, we are bottle feeding the deer until they can be weaned in about 3 weeks.  I know this doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but I can't tell you how much work it has been, and still is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we weren't set up to bottle feed.  We had to build pens, get all the supplies, etc...The first week they all had to eat every 4 hours around the clock.  That has slowed down now, and I am just feeding 4 times a day.  And when I say "feeding", I really mean - mix up all the milk, feed them all, help them go to the bathroom (deer can't go own their own when they are young.  I won't gross you out by graphically describing this process), clean up the bottles, clean the pens, and then start all over again.  I was so exhausted for the first two weeks, I hardly slept at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While all this has been going on, I have also had to deal with all my regular work stuff, my dad in the hospital in Dallas with heart issues, my father-in-law in Dayton very sick, my dog died, and witnessed JP total our truck and travel trailer in a bad wreck right in front of me.  I seriously could write a country and western song.  I know that would make Jon proud! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are looking up though.  I am getting a handle on the deer, I think I'm just about caught up on my regular work, my dad is fine, JP's dad is feeling better, we had a nice funeral for the dog, and JP and Jared were not hurt in the wreck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have my email forwarded to the office for them to deal with maintenance requests from tenants, so if you want to chat, holler at me at my other email address - katy.lampson@gmail.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I'm sorry if I had anyone worried.  Honestly I have been completely drained mentally and physically.   I'll be back soon...I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures from the wreck.  I was so excited to be getting away for a couple days to Lake Travis.  We hired some people to come stay here with the deer and loaded up.  We got about an hour away from home and BAM!  The truck got a blowout on one of the rear tires.  With the weight of the trailer behind him, JP couldn't control it.  The truck and trailer jackknifed.  The trailer broke loose and flipped nearly ripping the back of the truck off.  I was following behind JP in my car pulling the boat, so I had a very scary view of the whole thing.  It is lucky there was no oncoming traffic, and that the trailer broke loose and did not flip the truck with it.  JP and Jared both wear a Saint Christopher medal for which I am very thankful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SHuHuP_0lXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6s9KPmEtIq0/s1600-h/truckwreck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SHuHuP_0lXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6s9KPmEtIq0/s320/truckwreck1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222917421504173426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SHuHunFf_fI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JBWZOdg3x-I/s1600-h/trailerwreck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SHuHunFf_fI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JBWZOdg3x-I/s320/trailerwreck1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222917427702005234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SHuHuiAd_8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/CQdVFikGGPA/s1600-h/truckandtrailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SHuHuiAd_8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/CQdVFikGGPA/s320/truckandtrailer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222917426338725826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;I've missed you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-4926088414916931282?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4926088414916931282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=4926088414916931282' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4926088414916931282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4926088414916931282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-over-my-head.html' title='In Over My Head'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SHuHuP_0lXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6s9KPmEtIq0/s72-c/truckwreck1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-402618876507363375</id><published>2008-06-20T09:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:43:23.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past year, JP and I decided to add a little diversity to the ranch, and bought some registered whitetail does for breeding purposes.  Our first fawns began arriving this week.  So far we've had two sets of twins. (1 buck and 3 does)  They usually weigh anywhere from 5 to 11 pounds at birth....same as a baby.  Only in this case, I'm hoping for the larger end of the spectrum.  They are so danged cute!  It's hard not to go out there and play with them, but we have to leave them alone.  There are some procedures that have to be done shortly after they are born (2 shots, hair sample for DNA testing, put some stuff in their mouth to prevent a disease called "blue tongue", and spray some ant repellant on them - it's non-toxic, I checked), but after that it's not good for them to have human contact because it increases the chances of the dam rejecting it.  Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all seem to be doing good except for the buck fawn.  It doesn't have the same spunk as the others.   Maybe the bucks are just more chill...who knows?  We're just learning here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFvDLC8crgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RKrLixU-h-E/s1600-h/meandfawn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFvDLC8crgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RKrLixU-h-E/s320/meandfawn.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213975588147867138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFvDLoUwiEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UxdLqzHPOIY/s1600-h/mejpfawnshot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFvDLoUwiEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UxdLqzHPOIY/s320/mejpfawnshot.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213975598181943362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFvDL2G3HtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DCIRgg74_-E/s1600-h/mefawnjp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFvDL2G3HtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DCIRgg74_-E/s320/mefawnjp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213975601881751250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFvDMYeyF9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/yJrOrwFcOdA/s1600-h/buckfawn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFvDMYeyF9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/yJrOrwFcOdA/s320/buckfawn.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213975611108890578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the buck fawn.  Poor little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhoo, back to running.  Wednesday morning I went for my daily 3 mile jaunt down the road, and realized about half way through that this was the day Ken was making his 2,000th consecutive run.  A group of us were planning on running the milestone with him.  Oh well, I'd just run twice...that certainly wouldn't hurt!  All I've really been doing since it got hot is 3 miles in the morning, and then either swimming or riding my bike later in the day.  I'm a wuss.  No summer long runs for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That evening we all met up with Ken at the track to run the 5K Avenues course.  This was actually the first time I'd ever run this course, and hopefully it will be the last.  Very hilly!  I asked Ken why of all the places he runs, he chose this location for his 2,000th celebration.  He said he wanted to see who his real friends were...apparently real friends will endure torturous hills in extreme heat to show support.  I started the run off with Adrienne, Chris, Hans, Norman, Darren, and Andrew...the fast pack, but then Norman and I decided to hang back and run with Ken.  Lavonne, Karen, Norman and myself ran him in.  Although I would love to say I hung with Adrienne for an entire 5K (even if she was holding back), I was there to run with Ken.  He may not run the fastest 5K in town, but he is one of the most dedicated runners I know.  It's inspiring!  Congrats, Ken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since I doubled up on Wednesday, I took off completely on Thursday.  I went down to The Woodlands.  I had an early hair appointment, then I met up with a friend for lunch.  The only workout I got was a stroll around Market Street.  I'm not complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I went for a "long run"...a whole 5 miles!  It felt really good.  I miss running.  Friggin' heat!  I'm meeting up with Adrienne at the HKC pool later today for some lap swimming.  Maybe I can beat her in the pool?  I doubt it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Friday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-402618876507363375?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/402618876507363375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=402618876507363375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/402618876507363375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/402618876507363375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/06/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFvDLC8crgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RKrLixU-h-E/s72-c/meandfawn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-8596805340135410566</id><published>2008-06-17T10:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:25:37.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping at Canyon Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFfdhxk_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9f0YoF0Il5o/s1600-h/camper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFfdhxk_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9f0YoF0Il5o/s320/camper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212878666018547554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mobile Mansion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sounds better than trailer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFfdh9s6ITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1xtUujDAn9c/s1600-h/jpbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFfdh9s6ITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1xtUujDAn9c/s320/jpbday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212878669272981810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and JP at the Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(JP's best friend Tom in the background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFfdiIC2jNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sC927o19Iu8/s1600-h/Picture+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFfdiIC2jNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sC927o19Iu8/s320/Picture+272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212878672049376466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Whole Group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(don't worry...there were several mobile mansions on the premises)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, we all survived the first of several summer camping vacations we take every year.  I call it camping, but it's really not roughing it too much.  The Mobile Mansion is equipped with two AC units, three TV's, a full kitchen, one and half baths, and is probably bigger than the first apartment I lived in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For this excursion we hauled the bad boy to Potter's Creek Park, located at what is quite possibly my favorite spot in Texas...Canyon Lake.  It is as beautiful as Lake Travis, but isn't spoiled with all the crap that surrounds that place.  It's a Corp. of Engineers lake, so they are very restrictive as to what can be built around it.  No bulk-heading.  It all naturale.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While we were there we celebrated a major milestone for JP - birthday number 50!  That's right, I am officially married to an old man!  To his credit though...when we first started dating he was 38, and he still looks exactly the same.  That is unless he puts his reading glasses on. ha-ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took my running shoes, bike, helmet, and goggles with me for the trip, and I am happy to say I used them all.  I got a nice run in every morning except for the morning we were packing up to leave, I enjoyed some nice rides with my sister-in-law, and did some swimming in the lake.  The rest of my time was occupied with absolutely nothing but hanging out with good friends and family.  It's always hard to come home from this trip...waaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up - Pace Bend Park on Lake Travis.  For now it's back to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and, Happy Belated Father's Day to all you awesome Dad's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-8596805340135410566?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8596805340135410566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=8596805340135410566' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8596805340135410566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8596805340135410566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/06/camping-at-canyon-lake.html' title='Camping at Canyon Lake'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SFfdhxk_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9f0YoF0Il5o/s72-c/camper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-384649157694193560</id><published>2008-06-09T07:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:11:05.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tejas Triathlon Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SE0dQRwK_LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WB1UcPvEAhc/s1600-h/TejasSwimSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SE0dQRwK_LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WB1UcPvEAhc/s320/TejasSwimSmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209852509418093746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swim Exit - (notice other people around me wearing pink swim caps.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SE0dQ3oywPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GwksMcBnm_8/s1600-h/TejasBikeSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SE0dQ3oywPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GwksMcBnm_8/s320/TejasBikeSmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209852519587692786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bike Finish - (I'm not sure what's up with the arm flexion. Gross!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SE0dRCEVIcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/eAm5WyaWsJI/s1600-h/TejasRunSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SE0dRCEVIcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/eAm5WyaWsJI/s320/TejasRunSmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209852522387546562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Run Start - (Side stitch like a mofo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm happy to report that you people are going to have to give me a new nickname.  Buoy-to-Buoy Lampson is no more!  I did absolutely no buoy hugging this time.  That's right - I freestyled-it the whole 600 yards.  I had no issues at all this time around, other than I started out too far back in the pack.  It's too danged hard to pass people.  I'm going to be more aggressive next time around.  I guess all my visualization paid off.  I've been lying in bed at night picturing myself swimming in a crowded lake and staying calm...just doing my own thing, like I were the only one there.  You can laugh all you want.  That shizz works!  How do you think I learned how to juggle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next the bike.  Not much to say there, other than I seriously need to get faster.  I passed some people, but was passed by more.  I'm guessing this is just something that takes practice and lots more training than I have been doing.  I've pretty much neglected the bike for weeks.  Now that I'm cool with the swimming, I'm going to spend more time on my bike.  You've gotta have a lot of time to train for these multi-sport races...geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ironically, the run is where it all cratered for me this race.  For some reason or another, I got one hell-of-a side stitch, and I couldn't run.  I actually laid down on the ground at one point to try and get it to ease up.  Several people stopped and asked me if I was ok, which I thought was very nice.  Nothing would make this thing go away.  My right side is actually still sore today.  wth?  I just did all I could do.  I ran until I thought my side was going to burst, then I stopped and walked a bit.  Run, almost die, walk, repeat.  This process resulted in 10 minute miles for me, which cost me about 5 minutes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I could have run at my normal pace, I would have been in the top half of my age group, which is my goal at this point.  I finished 19th out of 29.  This race seemed to have some pretty stiff competition.  My friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, who placed 2rd in the Combat Tri and 4th at Silverlake, placed 14th at this race.  I saw lots of what appeared to be serious athletes at this thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, it was a good day.  I am definitely hooked on the triathlon, and I would definitely do this race again, just without the side stitch.  Dammit!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-384649157694193560?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/384649157694193560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=384649157694193560' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/384649157694193560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/384649157694193560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/06/tejas-triathlon-report.html' title='Tejas Triathlon Report'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SE0dQRwK_LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WB1UcPvEAhc/s72-c/TejasSwimSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-1230799888848282492</id><published>2008-06-04T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:18:36.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready For Tri #2</title><content type='html'>I met up with &lt;a href="http://tiggsintexas.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cassie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last Sunday for some open water swimming practice.  She took me to a lake in Manvel where they have some buoys set up for triathlete practice swims and some scuba diving stuff.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it was VERY helpful...thank you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cassie&lt;/span&gt;.  We made a loop around half the lake (550 yds), then swam back and forth between the pier and one of the buoys.  I sorta lost count, but I think we swam 850 yards total.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cassie&lt;/span&gt; tried swimming close to me to simulate race conditions, but I was too worried about kicking her.  I guess I need to go practice with someone I DON'T like, and just kick away.  Any suggestions or volunteers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's crazy how much harder open water swimming is.  The next day I did laps at the SHSU pool while the kids played.  I went 120 laps without stopping.  That's 3,000 yards, and seriously, I could have kept going.  I only stopped because I had to tend to my wifely duties, and go cook dinner.  Ugh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I picked up my packet for the Tejas Tri....I hope this one goes much smoother.  I'm kinda going this one alone.  I had lots of peeps there last time, but the only people I know who will be at Tejas are &lt;a href="http://www.athlinks.com/racer/19988152/Jeremy-Webb.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://evansadventures-evan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (both competing)  No crowd support or female consolation.  Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-1230799888848282492?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1230799888848282492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=1230799888848282492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1230799888848282492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1230799888848282492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-ready-for-tri-2.html' title='Getting Ready For Tri #2'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-3249586221081012029</id><published>2008-05-31T15:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:38:52.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of The Montgomery Co. Triple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SEKjdgaRmVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PbZw29EreEw/s1600-h/P5311173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SEKjdgaRmVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PbZw29EreEw/s320/P5311173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206903846505388370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Montgomery County Triple Finishers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;(minus Evan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back down to The Woodlands today for the David's Dream Run 5K, the last leg of the Montgomery County Triple.  It was not an event without it's share of weirdness.  It all started out normal.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt; and I pulled up at Market Street, and immediately ran into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; asked me if I had read the story behind David's Dream Run, so I told her I hadn't.  She informed me that David was a boy who lived in a bubble that had passed away about 13 years ago.  I don't know how many of you are Seinfeld fans, but after she told me that I couldn't get the Seinfeld bubble boy out of my head.  The proceeds from the race went to Texas Children's Hospital, and it is a great cause, and I know this is horrible, but I couldn't quit laughing to myself.  I know - I'm going to hell!  Please forgive me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, next we picked up our races packets.  Apparently, everyone either got a size large or extra large shirt.  What the heck?  It looks like a nightgown on me.  Why did they even ask what size shirt we wanted on the entry form if they were going to give everyone a large?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we found out that the race didn't actually start until 8:30, not 8:00 like the website said. So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; and I headed over to the HEB to use the facilities.  While we were in the bathroom a woman and two young girls came in.  One of the young girls (probably around 16) told her friends that she could not use the restroom if they were in there too because she had a nervous bladder, and she asked them if they could wait outside.  Then she put her finger in my face and said "you better not listen either!".  I replied with a simple "ok", but I felt more like saying "get your friggin' finger outta my face you freak!".   For the record - I listened.  It sounded the same as when anyone else does it.  Geez...weirdo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bill&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evan&lt;/span&gt; and myself stood around chatting while waiting for the race to start.  It was the usual discussion for this time of year.  The heat, the humidity, etc.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't stop looking for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Cook&lt;/span&gt;. (fellow SHRC member who made the first two legs of the triple, but was MIA for the Dream Run)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, time to run.  I went out way too fast, as usual.  I was chasing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzy Shreiber&lt;/span&gt;.  Bad idea.  I hung with her for about a mile and a half, and then died.  I'm not sure why I insist on doing this.  I mean, I know it doesn't work well for me, but I can not make myself start out slow.  Very frustrating!  I ended up 4th in the 30-39 age group with a time of 27:07.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The race itself was pretty uneventful, other than some crazy guy with a baby jogger nearly plowed me over.  The guy was flying.  I'm convinced the thing had a little motor, and was actually pulling him.  One thing for sure, he needs to work on his steering!  It's a miracle he didn't take out an innocent achilles tendon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a really long wait with REALLY loud top 40's music and the occasional Tejano hit, the awards ceremony was underway.  (chip problems...ugh!)  I was all prepared to cheer on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; who placed 3rd in her age group and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt; who we thought had placed 2nd in his age group.  When they didn't call out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara's&lt;/span&gt; name, we realized that they were only giving out awards two deep.  And, when they didn't call out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken's&lt;/span&gt; name, we realized after they fixed the chip problems he was bumped to 3rd place.  Bummer.  No awards for SHRC.  Ten year age groups with awards only two deep - that STINKS!  However, it did make my 4th place finish less annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the awards ceremony &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; took over the mic, and told the remaining crowd a little about the Montgomery Co. Triple.  Then he named &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mazone&lt;/span&gt; the top male finishers, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; the top female finishers.  My first overall female finish.  Out of a field of 4....WooHoo!  I got three more pine cones to add to my collection.  Thirteen out of the fourteen MCT finishers were recognized and given an award.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evan&lt;/span&gt; left early, so he missed out on his piece of wood.  Motocross something or other...dangerous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all called it a wrap and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-3249586221081012029?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3249586221081012029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=3249586221081012029' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3249586221081012029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3249586221081012029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-montgomery-co-triple.html' title='End Of The Montgomery Co. Triple'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SEKjdgaRmVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PbZw29EreEw/s72-c/P5311173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-6114961220764685062</id><published>2008-05-28T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:07:57.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Ambitious?</title><content type='html'>Well, since my horrible swim experience at the Silverlake Tri, I've been swimming like crazy.  Yesterday I signed up for the Tejas Tri in Sugar Land on June 8th.  It has a 600 yd open water swim...yikes!  I'm determined to do this one with a little more grace, and far less tears.  I loved the triathlon experience as a whole, so I can't keep letting the swim intimidate me.  I WILL get over my fear! (trying to psych myself up here)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I swam 600 yds twice, timing myself both times.  In the pool, I'm doing this distance in about 13 minutes.  How that translates to open water...I have no idea.  I'm going to find a lake to practice in this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also signed up for the Y Freedom Tri on June 29th in Pearland.  It's a 300 meter pool swim...heck yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone has any advice on goggles, it would be much appreciated.  Every pair I've tried fogs up on me.  Even the ones that say "anti-fog".  It's not really a big deal in the pool, but it's hard to sight buoys when you can't see, and trying to rinse the inside of my goggles out when I can't touch bottom is not an easy task for me.  Help.  This was a contributing factor to my Silverlake meltdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah and I took advantage of the cooler temps this morning, and hit the road.  She rode her bike along side me while I ran.   It was great.  She carried my water bottle and pepper spray in her little bike basket, and didn't complain at all.  We went 3.5 miles, and she says she wants to go farther tomorrow.  Sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting runs in when she is out of school has been a problem in the past, because I can't leave her alone.  Now her bike skills are good enough to come with me.  I'm so excited!  I won't have to run circles in my living room this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-6114961220764685062?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6114961220764685062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=6114961220764685062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6114961220764685062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6114961220764685062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/over-ambitious.html' title='Over Ambitious?'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-1680538499647561496</id><published>2008-05-27T09:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:48:01.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Run...Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDwWNQaRmTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4O-7lChliUY/s1600-h/101_8371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDwWNQaRmTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4O-7lChliUY/s320/101_8371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205059686332733746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can tell by the look on my face, I was not overly excited about running yesterday morning.  It's just too danged hot, but I've already complained enough about that.  Waaaahhhh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kenstreaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ken&lt;/a&gt; graciously hosted the annual 7 Hills Memorial Day 5K and cookout at his house in the Timberwilde subdivision.  He set up a course that included one loop and a short out-and-back.  Garmin says it was right on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran with &lt;a href="http://lifeasachug-a-lugger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Norman's&lt;/a&gt; oldest daughter, Chantel.  The last club run, I ran with the youngest of the Langwell girls, Deanna.  Now I just need to run a race with Colton, and I will have completed the trifecta.  Only problem is, I'm not sure I can keep up with Colton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chantel and I ran/walked the course, and did more talking than anything else.  32 minutes and something.  Just a leisure 10:00 am stroll through Timberwilde in sweltering heat.                                                                      &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDwdhAaRmUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qGNnZSQrNNc/s320/meandchatel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205067722216544578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks so much to the Johnson family for a great cookout!  I wish I could have stayed longer, but as usual, I had a house full of people waiting on me at home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-1680538499647561496?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1680538499647561496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=1680538499647561496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1680538499647561496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1680538499647561496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-runwalk.html' title='Memorial Day Run...Walk'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDwWNQaRmTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4O-7lChliUY/s72-c/101_8371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-1852726233483545243</id><published>2008-05-24T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:50:53.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutal RTW</title><content type='html'>It happens every year around this time - I loose my will to run.  My last run before today was in Pearland at the Silverlake Tri.  I can't stand running in heat and humidity.  I know what you're thinking...who can?  But, seriously, I think I am overly sensitive to it.  It is very apparent in the crazy shade of red my face turns in high heat situations.  My high school basketball coach used to pull me out of the game because she thought I was dying.  Not wanting me to drop dead on her watch, I would have to beg to be put back in the game, and sometimes even ice my face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at RTW, the second leg of the Montgomery County Triple, my face was crazy red.  Thanks to soaring humidity levels, the heat index at 8 o'clock this morning was already in the triple digits.  Ugh!  I did what I could do, but it wasn't pretty, and it hurt...bad!  Borderline torture.  It gave "for the love of pine cones" a whole new meaning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I zeroed in on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise Van Kuiken&lt;/span&gt;.  I like to pick someone slightly faster than me and try to hang.  I shadowed her for about 1.3 miles, and then quickly faded.  I got a side stitch, which happens frequently to me this time of year.  I don't know if it's the heat or the fact that I'm running less, but I get them a lot in the summer.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt; ended up finishing in 25:13, me in 26:52.  That is truly all I had.  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hat is off to &lt;a href="http://doingitforthekids.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I would be willing to bet that out of the 98 people who ran RTW today, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt; is the only one who PR'd!  She broke 26 minutes for the first time today!  WooHoo!  I told her loosing all that gear would speed her up...or was it &lt;a href="http://coach-bill.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coach Bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?  Either way, she was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I repeated the phrase "I hate summer" numerous times today, I had a great time.  I've made lots of friends thru running, and lots of them were there today.  Best dollar I've ever spent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; was busy knocking the winter dust off the boat.  Time to take it out for it's summer test run before our slew of upcoming camping trips.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy Buffet&lt;/span&gt; and my song appropriate concoction (not frozen, but concoction all the same) quickly reminded me that I don't actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the day cruising around Lake Conroe watching the kids ski.  I say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ski, &lt;/span&gt;but it's really wake boarding.  They are quick to tell me "mom, no one skis anymore...that's so eighties".  Being a former professional water skier and instructor, this is very hard for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt; to accept.  Every once in a while he puts them in their place, and lets me pull him.  He throws on his 70's model ski (apparently they don't know how to make 'em nowadays), I put the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duran Duran&lt;/span&gt; cassette in the boom-box, and he tears it up 80's style. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan for the summer:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short run.  Lots of sun. (with adequate SPF, of course) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-1852726233483545243?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1852726233483545243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=1852726233483545243' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1852726233483545243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1852726233483545243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/brutal-rtw.html' title='Brutal RTW'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-7876796428188765243</id><published>2008-05-22T19:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:31:08.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDYPzwaRmSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3PvRtD2V-s4/s1600-h/n8984347700_1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDYPzwaRmSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3PvRtD2V-s4/s320/n8984347700_1148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203363801316038946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keelie Hughes&lt;/span&gt; and myself headed over to Lufkin yesterday evening for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ride of Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  This event, organized by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy Webb&lt;/span&gt;, is held on May 21st in cities all over the world in memory of cyclist who have been injured or killed by motorist, and to raise awareness for biking safety.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ltownrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Edwin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrote a great story about it for the Lufkin Daily News. &lt;a href="http://www.lufkindailynews.com/hp/content/news/stories/2008/05/22/ride_of_silence.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-7876796428188765243?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7876796428188765243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=7876796428188765243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/7876796428188765243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/7876796428188765243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/ride-of-silence.html' title='Ride of Silence'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDYPzwaRmSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3PvRtD2V-s4/s72-c/n8984347700_1148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-6318818222009578921</id><published>2008-05-20T11:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:41:18.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Tri Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDMedxhu1eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rx_4K41Sv5A/s1600-h/TIRTrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDMedxhu1eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rx_4K41Sv5A/s320/TIRTrio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202535491402913250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me just say, it's a whole heck of a lotta work to get your stuff together for a triathlon.  I must have gone over my list a million times.  Helmet-check. Towel-check. Goggles-check.  And so on, and so on.  All my rechecking, and I still somehow managed to leave the number that goes on your bike in my car, which was parked about a mile away.  In my infinite wisdom, I decided the best way to retrieve that number from my car was to run back and get it.  Um - nevermind the perfectly good bike I had with me?  I'm an idiot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I ran back to get the number.  I passed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://houstonrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Waverly as they were making their way to the start area.  I'm sure they were wondering why I was running down the street in the opposite direction of the race.  Once I made it back to the transition area with my number (100 - I thought that was a pretty cool number) I had about 10 minutes to get all my stuff set up.  The lady next to me brought her entire closet, so I didn't have much space, but I got everything laid out in what seemed like a logically ordered arrangement.  Off to the port-a-potty line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperate times call for desperate measures - I went inside a port-a-potty with no shoes on.  I suddenly felt very Britney Spearsish, but I had no choice.  The only shoes I had were on my little towel in the transition area that was already closed off.  A second pair of shoes is something I will definitely add to my list for next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saroy.net/index.html"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saroy.net/index.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was waiting in line with me, and was giving me some last minute pointers and trying to ease my mind a little about the swimming.  While &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; was trying to ease my mind, the lady behind me was scaring me to death.  She was going on and on about how hard open water swimming is, and how lots of people freak out, and how it's completely different from swimming in a pool (which is all I've been doing).   I left the port-a-potties thinking I was going to die, and with who knows what on the bottom of my feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had about thirty minutes before my wave started, which I spent chatting with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://houstonrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://houstonrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;on&lt;/a&gt;, Waverly, &lt;a href="http://ltownrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Edwin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tiggsintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassie&lt;/a&gt;, Manny,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;.  Then they called my wave, and it hit me - I'm not ready for this!  We all got in the water, and when the guy said "ok...10 seconds" I started to panic.  The gun sounded and we were off.  I hung back in the pack, but still managed to get kicked in the face almost immediately.  I did exactly what the scary lady in the port-a-potty line said.  I freaked out, inhaled some water, and couldn't get myself together enough to swim.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was headed for the rescue boat when I heard a familiar voice yelling words of encouragement in my direction.  I looked over at the bank, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; had run around the side of the lake and was cheering for me.  That "you can do it!" saved my race.  I decided I could do it.  I would just take it buoy to buoy.  I never could get my composure together enough to actually swim freestyle.  I did a doggie-paddle/breaststroke hybrid and stopped at every buoy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me a little over 13 minutes to swim 400 meters.  Pathetic!  It actually would have been longer except for the fact that the people in the boats kept yelling at me to get off the buoys.  Apparently, that's not what they're for.  They put the buoys there to mark the course not to cling to for dear life.  I've never been happier to see astro turf!  I dried my feet off, put my shoes, helmet, and sunglasses on, and headed out on my bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bike leg went smoothly enough I guess.  I got passed too much.  I'm not sure how many times I heard "on your left", but it was too many for my liking.  I definitely need to get faster on the bike.  36 minutes to cover 10 miles leaves lots of room for improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wasn't much to transition 2.  I just switched out my helmet for my visor, racked my bike, and put on my race belt.  Off for the run.  I hadn't actually done any brick workouts, so this was the first time I had run directly after biking.  Weird.  My legs wouldn't work for about half a mile or so.  I felt like I was going in slow motion, and I'm sure I was.  Once the jello legs went away I kicked it up as much as I could, and for the first time during the race I was doing the passing.  The run was 3 miles in 25:49, which is my typical pace.  I felt like I was running slower than normal, but I guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the finish line.  It took me 1:19:18 to get there, and I'm fine with that.  I had no big expectations for this race.  The goal was to finish, and learn a little about how this whole triathlon thing works.  I learned I need to practice open water swimming, I need to hammer out more miles on my bike, and I need to bring shoes for the port-a-potties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the race I hung out with my fellow TIR teammates for a while before heading back.  I picked up a few new nicknames like "buoy-hugger" and such.  I guess I've been called worse.  Congrats to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; for her awesome 3rd place finish, and to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cassie&lt;/span&gt; who completed the whole thing with one of the worst coughs I have ever heard.  I have no idea how she did it.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy Webb&lt;/span&gt; and his sister, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;, were also there competing.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; totally rocked the course, and came in under the one hour mark with a time of 59 minutes and some change, which put him in the ever so annoying 4th place slot.  4th place drives me crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a rough start, but when it's all said and done, I had a great day.  Thank goodness for all the familiar faces, especially &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt;.  You guys are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-6318818222009578921?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6318818222009578921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=6318818222009578921' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6318818222009578921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6318818222009578921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-tri-experience.html' title='My First Tri Experience'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SDMedxhu1eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rx_4K41Sv5A/s72-c/TIRTrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-2985622296039154550</id><published>2008-05-13T17:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:29:36.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runningdaily.com/"&gt;Curtis&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this little game, so here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1.  I can juggle.  Started with scarves and worked my way up to oranges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2.  I used to be legally blind.  Thank goodness for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lasik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3.  My first name is Lisa, and my middle name's not Katy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4.  I too, like &lt;a href="http://www.runningdaily.com/"&gt;Curtis&lt;/a&gt;, am uncomfortable running shirtless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5.  I have attended 4 different colleges, and don't have a degree from any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6.  I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; E and The Bee Gees on the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7.  I am not a natural &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...shocker, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8.  I have seen Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty In Pink 437 times each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, that's me in a nutshell.  Now I have to tag some people, so here goes: (Karen, Holden, Jon, Cassie, Sarah, Joe...get after it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-2985622296039154550?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2985622296039154550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=2985622296039154550' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2985622296039154550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2985622296039154550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/8-things-about-me.html' title='8 Things About Me'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-5351839850969158692</id><published>2008-05-13T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:16:06.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Clouds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There was a sign on the door to the pool today that read "Pool Closed Due To Weather".  I was completely unaware that clouds posed such a threat to swimmers.  For 32 years I've been swimming on cloudy days, risking my life, and I didn't even know it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The lifeguard told me that the "lightning meter" had picked up some activity.  The sensor for this thing must be in Dallas or something....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;!  I think they all just wanted the day off.  Sitting in a chair holding a floatation device can be exhausting you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I did get in a run this morning.  &lt;a href="http://kenstreaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ken&lt;/a&gt; and I made the outer loop at the park.  It was humid and fairly uneventful, other than &lt;a href="http://kenstreaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ken&lt;/a&gt; ate a bug, which he apparently didn't like too much.  It's hard to say though...he makes the same face when offered a piece of chicken.  Only person I have ever met that doesn't like chicken.  It has something to do with having to pluck tons of them as a kid or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-5351839850969158692?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5351839850969158692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=5351839850969158692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/5351839850969158692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/5351839850969158692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/killer-clouds.html' title='Killer Clouds?'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-8501960993208202964</id><published>2008-05-12T17:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:13:46.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Ball Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Looking to escape the heat, humidity and snakes, I opted for an indoor run today on the track at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;SHSU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kinesiology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; building.  It's an eighth mile track that circles above the basketball courts.  I get really bored running in circles, so luckily there was a fairly good game going on in one of the courts that kept me pretty entertained.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There was also some bone-head muscled up idiot (mini mullet and a tank top with a dumbbell on it) in one of the courts that was throwing up brick after brick.  I'm serious, he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;chunking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; the basketball like it was a shot put.  I was expecting the backboard to shatter at any moment.  It took all I had not to yell down at the guy "ease up buddy...it's not how hard you throw the ball, it's all in your wrist!".  I am not kidding when I say, that in the entire 32 laps I made around that track, I did not see him make one basket.  The guy gets an A+ for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;persistency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I decided 4 miles was all could handle on this track.  I was starting to feel like a hamster, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;suppressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; my inner basketball coach was taking a toll on me.  It was time to go swim.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On my way to the pool I had to pass the door to the basketball courts, and I couldn't resist going in.  There was a ball up against the wall, so I picked it up and sunk a 3 point baseline shot for the muscle man.  Amazing what a little arc and follow through will do.  Muscle man didn't say anything, but I did get a "damn baby...you wanna come play with us?" from the other court.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Unsure how I would fare playing amongst a group of 6+ foot guys with the skillz of Kobe, I declined.  I may look into when the midget pick-up games are and go back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ran 4, Swam 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-8501960993208202964?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8501960993208202964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=8501960993208202964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8501960993208202964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8501960993208202964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/looking-to-escape-heat-humidity-and.html' title='B-Ball Woes'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-948722830817078502</id><published>2008-05-11T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:33:33.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SCeZchhu1WI/AAAAAAAAAC4/66f5G2uLGdg/s1600-h/13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SCeZchhu1WI/AAAAAAAAAC4/66f5G2uLGdg/s320/13.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199293010137765218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was going to write about how I always get the shaft on Mother's Day.  No breakfast in bed, or gifts, or anything like that.  I host lunch for about 25 family members, which requires buying it, cooking it, and cleaning it up.  I usually spend the day running around like a chicken with my head cut off, and go to bed completely exhausted.  So, I was going to complain about this, but I changed my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I spent the day cooking and washing dishes with my mom and my daughter keeping me company.  I am lucky.  Cereal's hard to eat in bed anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Once the dishes were done and the in-laws were gone, I ran 3 miles on trails at the house.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-948722830817078502?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/948722830817078502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=948722830817078502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/948722830817078502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/948722830817078502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SCeZchhu1WI/AAAAAAAAAC4/66f5G2uLGdg/s72-c/13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-850596637159837445</id><published>2008-05-10T11:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:26:25.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Won Some Wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SCX95sqQO7I/AAAAAAAAACw/68uXnhZFd-k/s1600-h/wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SCX95sqQO7I/AAAAAAAAACw/68uXnhZFd-k/s320/wood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198840512551861170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hit the snooze button 3 times this morning. Something I don't normally do, but I am sure that if I had not taken a few extra minutes of pillow time my head would have spontaneously combusted.  I'm guessing it had something to do with the previous night's events.  Matt's band, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=148190926"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pledge Defiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, had a gig last night, so we were out late, and I'm not sure, but I think someone may have slipped some rum into my diet 7up.  I'm totally innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After downing two advils, a granola bar, and a sugar-free red bull, I headed south for the YMCA Trail Run 5K.  The race was much larger than I had anticipated.  People and cars everywhere.  I figured with the number of people in the race,  and me in my current condition, I had no chance at placing.  However, I am happy to report that for the first time in my racing history, I placed in my age group without it being by default.  I came in 2nd with a time of 26:31, a trail 5K PR for me.  For my efforts I won a lovely chunk of wood with some engraving on it.  With a little sanding, stain, and polyurethane, I'm sure it will make a nice wall-piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lots of 7 Hillers made it down this morning - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kenstreaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, Marilynn &amp;amp; Ben Johnson, Hans Jaeger, John Cook, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=121644333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sara Lange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (by best racin' buddy!), Jan Parks, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://houstonrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jon Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (not running this morning.  he was there supporting).  Had a fun time.  Nice course and well organized race.  I will definitely run it again next year, even though I hate 5K's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just one last tidbit and I'll let you go.  About mid-way through the race I got passed by a hunched over, little old man that could hobble like the dickens.  Darnedest thing I've ever seen.  Hans saw him too, so it wasn't just my hang-over playing tricks on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-850596637159837445?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/850596637159837445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=850596637159837445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/850596637159837445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/850596637159837445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/won-some-wood.html' title='Won Some Wood'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SCX95sqQO7I/AAAAAAAAACw/68uXnhZFd-k/s72-c/wood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-6284095455646247142</id><published>2008-05-08T21:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:26:54.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can Brown Do For You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SCO2HSVVGhI/AAAAAAAAACo/8LbMnoRtseI/s1600-h/garmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SCO2HSVVGhI/AAAAAAAAACo/8LbMnoRtseI/s320/garmin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198198631212325394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Um..apparently not get me a Garmin!  Tired of waiting on my darned UPS man to bring me my new 405, I bought one at Luke's today while I was in The Woodlands.  I don't really blame my UPS man - Donnie's the best!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm holed up in my room now watching the Astros, and trying to figure out how to use it.  Lots of instructions - I may be here a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I also bought Chelsea Handler's new book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  If I ever finish reading this instruction manual I'm going to read it.  She makes me laugh - lots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No running today.  I biked for an hour.  I don't know how far I went because I forgot to clip my cyclocomputer to my bike.  I also forgot the water again.  I think they got the bleach a little too close to my scalp today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-6284095455646247142?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6284095455646247142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=6284095455646247142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6284095455646247142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6284095455646247142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-can-brown-do-for-you.html' title='What Can Brown Do For You?'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SCO2HSVVGhI/AAAAAAAAACo/8LbMnoRtseI/s72-c/garmin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-4183220176893913158</id><published>2008-05-07T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:43:52.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes, snakes and more snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hadn't seen a single snake so far this year - that is until today.  They were everywhere!  I couldn't even get across the creek behind the house to run my favorite trail.  There was a snake coiled up on the only spot where I can jump across.  I reached down to pick up a stick to throw at it, so it would move, and realized it was not a stick I was about to pick up, but another snake.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A little startled from almost picking up a snake, I jumped back a little, and almost stepped on yet another snake.  What the heck?  I was surrounded!  I decided to re-route my run and take a different trail, but I still encountered two more snakes.  Needless to say, it was a very nervous 8 mile run for me today.  Every stick started looking like a snake.  I did lots of hopping around.  Glad no one was watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Headed to The Woodlands tomorrow to get my hair did, a little retail therapy, and lunch with an old high school friend/sometimes boyfriend who is just moving here from Dallas.  Should be interesting.  Is it wrong that I hope he's ugly now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-4183220176893913158?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4183220176893913158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=4183220176893913158' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4183220176893913158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4183220176893913158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/snakes-snakes-and-more-snakes.html' title='Snakes, snakes and more snakes'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-4492719548605632579</id><published>2008-05-04T17:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:50:13.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6.2 With Rick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Went down to The Woodlands this morning for a 10K.  Nope, not a race.  Fellow 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hiller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirtondirt.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rick Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; had planned a 100K training run in preparation for the Western States 100 that he is running in June.  His run consisted of 10 10K out-and-backs, and various people were running with him to help break up the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;monotony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My plan was to run the first 6 a.m. leg, so that I would be back in time for church, and then go back for one or two legs at the end of the run.  Rick and his friend John (a fellow ultra-runner who was planning on doing the whole 100K with Rick), along with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://doingitforthekids.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://woodlandsrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Holden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and myself headed out right at 6.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What a great way to start out a Sunday!  Watching the sun come up on beautiful cool morning, while running 6.2 miles at a very comfortable 10 min per mile pace with great company.  I'm not sure that can be topped.  Well, maybe one way, but I won't get into that on here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was just about to head back down to TW when I got a call from Karen that Rick and John had decided to call it quits 43 miles into the run.  No more trips to The Woodlands for me today.  Probably a good thing 'cause JP was being an a** about it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Congrats to Rick for a great 43 mile run!  A 62 mile run on those concrete trails in The Woodlands is unfathomable to this Huntsville Sate Park runner!  My feet hurt just thinking about it!  Best of luck at Western States!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-4492719548605632579?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4492719548605632579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=4492719548605632579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4492719548605632579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4492719548605632579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/62-with-rick.html' title='6.2 With Rick'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-718828425095473496</id><published>2008-05-03T18:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:09:15.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...and I'm spent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Long night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Long ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Long run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Long day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All of the above much longer than this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-718828425095473496?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/718828425095473496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=718828425095473496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/718828425095473496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/718828425095473496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-im-spent.html' title='...and I&apos;m spent.'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-6155601342685067420</id><published>2008-05-02T16:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:48:53.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimped My Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today I added a little thang-a-ma-jiggy called a cyclocomputer to my bike.  Once I figured out what these rpm's were you people were talking about (&lt;a href="http://crosstraintherunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt;), I decided I better get one of these devices.  After reading the instructions about 112 times, I think I know how to use it.  I didn't ride today though.  I'm going to try it out tomorrow.  Apparently I'm supposed to stay at 90 rpm's or better?  I may have to eat my words...we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Went back to the pool yesterday and today, and taking &lt;a href="http://tiggsintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassie's&lt;/a&gt; advice, I just took it slow and easy.  I am already feeling sooo much better about the swimming.  I swam 500 yds today without stopping, going slow and easy.  &lt;a href="http://tiggsintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassie&lt;/a&gt; was right! (not that I doubted her)  I think I was trying to swim too fast that first day.  I'll work on speed in time.  I've got to be able to finish first.  I thought I was doing really good swimming 500 yds until I read &lt;a href="http://www.saroy.net/index.html"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; does that just for a warm-up.  ha-ha.  I'll get there eventually.  I've got lots of determination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I got home I ran 3 miles on trails here at the house.  And, I'm happy to let &lt;a href="http://ltownrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Edwin&lt;/a&gt; know, I am showing my kids a restaurant tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-6155601342685067420?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6155601342685067420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=6155601342685067420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6155601342685067420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6155601342685067420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/pimped-my-ride.html' title='Pimped My Ride'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-2305658294357876725</id><published>2008-05-01T12:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:52:26.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outer Just Got Longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SBn5vK1kRuI/AAAAAAAAACg/vkMvZRICYCw/s1600-h/hannah%27s+bd+%2708004.jpg"&gt;                                              &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SBn5vK1kRuI/AAAAAAAAACg/vkMvZRICYCw/s320/hannah%27s+bd+%2708004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195458233906775778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     hannah's b-day&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ran the outer loop today with Ken, and they re-routed part of the trail.  It felt really weird - loose dirt and slanted.  I'm all for change, but I don't like this new trail.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm about to go back to the pool and give it another try.  My arms and shoulders are still sore from my first attempt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'll tell you what's not sore, and that's my legs from my bike ride yesterday.  No offensive to any of you hard core cyclists out there, but I don't feel like biking does anything.  Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy it, but I think I could ride my bike from here to Saskatchewan and I wouldn't feel a thing (if I had water).  When I find a feeder road that goes to Saskatchewan I'll let you know.  Who knows, maybe I'm not doing it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-2305658294357876725?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2305658294357876725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=2305658294357876725' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2305658294357876725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2305658294357876725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/05/outer-just-got-longer.html' title='The Outer Just Got Longer'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SBn5vK1kRuI/AAAAAAAAACg/vkMvZRICYCw/s72-c/hannah%27s+bd+%2708004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-6490304085630115620</id><published>2008-04-30T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:26:44.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming's Friggin' Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SBjx061kRtI/AAAAAAAAACY/8P0OMnI8e3o/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SBjx061kRtI/AAAAAAAAACY/8P0OMnI8e3o/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195168061621290706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, I went to the pool yesterday for a swimming test drive.  Umm, apparently 'used to be a strong swimmer' doesn't translate into 'still a strong swimmer'.  I don't remember swimming being that danged hard!  I've still got the technique, but absolutely NO endurance.  I can't believe I can run 31 miles pretty easily, but two laps across the pool and I'm about to fall out.  Got lots of work to do in this department.  I'm going back tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yesterday I was also supposed to run at the park with Ken, but just about the time I pulled through the park gate, the pool repairman that I have been waiting on for 3 weeks called and informed me his was sitting at my gate.  Thanks for the notice...geez.  So, I brought Ken back home with me, and we ran trails behind my house.  I'm estimating about 5 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today I was going to try and ride my bike all the way to Madisonville on the I45 feeder road, but just past FM 2989 I realized I was no longer on the feeder road - I was on the entrance ramp to the interstate.  Yikes!  So, FM 2989 is as far as I could go.  (around 25 miles round trip) Probably a good thing.  I forgot to fill my water bottle up before I left.  I was parched - almost drank out of a ditch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just finished a three mile run here at the house (which makes my April total 114.5), and now I gotta go cook.  These danged kids want dinner every night - crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-6490304085630115620?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6490304085630115620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=6490304085630115620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6490304085630115620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6490304085630115620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/swimmings-friggin-hard.html' title='Swimming&apos;s Friggin&apos; Hard'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SBjx061kRtI/AAAAAAAAACY/8P0OMnI8e3o/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-4861647212242813791</id><published>2008-04-29T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:27:18.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signed Up For My 1st Triathlon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have been wanting to attempt a triathlon for about two years, but have always been a little scared.  Thanks to tons of great advice and a little push from a friend who's a veteran triathlete, I bit the bullet, and signed up for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitnesssolutions.net/silverlake2006.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Silverlake Sprint Triathlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; in Pearland on May 18th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm not really sure I'm ready, but I'm just going to go for it.  I know I can run, I've gotten pretty comfortable on my bike, and I used to be a strong swimmer.  I haven't done any distance swimming in a long time though.  I'm going to the HKC later today and see where I stand.  I feel pretty confident I can swim a measly 400 meters solidly by May 18th if I start working on it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thanks for all your help, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapmyride.com/view_event?e=76429172"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;!  If anyone else has any advice to offer, I'm accepting donations. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sunday (Hannah's 7th Birthday!) I ran 8 miles on the trails behind my house.  It seemed like a lot farther because of all the sand.  I had forgotten how sandy those trails get when it's really dry.  I felt like I was running in place.  Very frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Monday I didn't do anything, well I didn't do anything that had anything to do with running, biking or swimming.  I enjoyed the day off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-4861647212242813791?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4861647212242813791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=4861647212242813791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4861647212242813791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4861647212242813791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/signed-up-for-my-1st-triathlon.html' title='Signed Up For My 1st Triathlon'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-8039207155180909504</id><published>2008-04-26T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:16:47.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today I was supposed to be running the new City of Huntsville - Weisner Huntsville 5K, but things didn't go quite as planned.  I showed up ready to run, the only problem was I was 5 hours too late.  The race started at 8 a.m., but for some reason it was scheduled in my head at 2 p.m.  I have no idea how I got that mixed up.  The fastest person in my age group was 38 minutes...bummer.  Oh well, I'll just chalk it up to a blond moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I went home, ran 3 miles and biked 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-8039207155180909504?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8039207155180909504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=8039207155180909504' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8039207155180909504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8039207155180909504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-idiot.html' title='I&apos;m an idiot'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-2574378223025266797</id><published>2008-04-25T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:13:28.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour De HSP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I met &lt;a href="http://kenstreaker.blogspot.com"&gt;Ken&lt;/a&gt; at the park this morning for a long overdue trail run.  We opted for the 9 mile loop that pretty much circles the entire park.  My calves started out really tight, but after stopping to stretch I had a great run.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I ran the beginning and end with &lt;a href="http://kenstreaker.blogspot.com"&gt;Ken&lt;/a&gt;, and ran much of the middle at my own pace.  It was really nice to be back at the park.  In fact, I decided today while running that I would actually rather be at the park running than sipping mojitos on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Next time JP wants to go on vacation, I'll suggest we just pull the fifth-wheel out to the park.  It sure would be alot cheaper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-2574378223025266797?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2574378223025266797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=2574378223025266797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2574378223025266797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2574378223025266797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/tour-de-hsp.html' title='Tour De HSP'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-6183066473941245369</id><published>2008-04-24T19:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:26:27.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Chillin' in Cozumel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SBEuo61kRsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Lb0Ue7dG-88/s1600-h/estado_quintana_roo__cozumel_titulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SBEuo61kRsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Lb0Ue7dG-88/s320/estado_quintana_roo__cozumel_titulo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192983125858469570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I got a phone call this morning from &lt;a href="http://lifeasachug-a-lugger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Norman&lt;/a&gt;.  He was checking to see if I was ok, because I hadn't posted in 5 days, and my last post was describing how sick I was.  How sweet - he thought I was dead.  I've made some really great friends in the running community.  Good luck this weekend &lt;a href="http://lifeasachug-a-lugger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Norman&lt;/a&gt;, Mr. Fit Texan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have actually been hiding out in Cozumel.  JP and I left last Sunday, and got home late this afternoon.  It was nice to get away, but I'm glad to be home.  The trip was just a little too slow paced for me.  Those of you on my TIR team know I'm NOT a napper.  Unfortunately, everyone else there was.  I did alot of entertaining myself and talking to strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There really wasn't anywhere to run that I felt very safe.  The beach was rocky, and the road, well that was out of the question.  I went to the little gym at the hotel a couple of times, but I mostly took the time to try and get well.  I am almost back to full strength.  Still a lingering cough, but not as intense as it has been.  I'm definitely on the downhill side of this crap.  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I missed running though.  When I got home I had about 30 minutes before Hannah got home, so I got in a quick 3.5 miles on my road, which will probably be my last run down my road.  I had a creepy stalker encounter which resulted in a neighbor escort on the run home.  Long story - too tired to go into detail tonight.  More on that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway, I'm home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-6183066473941245369?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6183066473941245369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=6183066473941245369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6183066473941245369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6183066473941245369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-chillin-in-cozumel.html' title='Been Chillin&apos; in Cozumel'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SBEuo61kRsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Lb0Ue7dG-88/s72-c/estado_quintana_roo__cozumel_titulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-2225638506419968762</id><published>2008-04-18T17:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:53:31.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Run Cut Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAkhbwwl4PI/AAAAAAAAACI/yTJjTPVzbBc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAkhbwwl4PI/AAAAAAAAACI/yTJjTPVzbBc/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190716806350102770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I really wanted to get in a long run today.  My head wanted to just run as far as a could, collapse, and just stay there.  However, my lungs would not cooperate.  There would be no running away for me today.  I can't breathe, and it's starting to really make me mad.  It just keeps getting worse!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uncontrollable&lt;/span&gt; coughing.  I think I have TB...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I ran 3.5 miles, got interrupted by two different neighbors coming home from work, and gave one guy directions to the rock quarry down the road they use to give scuba diving instructions.  Note to self: don't run down the road at 5:00, stick to the trails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I got back the house I took out some frustration on my new basketball goal. (which was a Christmas present, but was just finally installed this week.)  Don't laugh either!  I may be 5'2", but I can shoot some hoops.  Irving MacArthur Lady Cards!  Bobby Hurley used to be my hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm hoping for better health very soon.  Hopefully the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Claritin&lt;/span&gt;-D will help.  I don't know if any of you have bought that stuff recently, but I think the pharmacy did a full background check on me.  I guess I looked like a closet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt; cooker.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-2225638506419968762?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2225638506419968762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=2225638506419968762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2225638506419968762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2225638506419968762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-run-cut-short.html' title='Long Run Cut Short'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAkhbwwl4PI/AAAAAAAAACI/yTJjTPVzbBc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-484069250295551423</id><published>2008-04-17T11:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:11:42.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Had a good run at the park today with Ken.  Ran the outer 6.7 mile loop.  Coughing and wheezing was minimal, and I actually felt pretty good.  I decided to run the last 2 miles or so all out, and took off on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was bound to happen sooner or later, and today was the day.  I survived my first fall at the park - with the end of the trail in sight.  How annoying!  Banged up my hand, hip, elbow and knee.  Judging by pain levels, my hand and hip hit first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Covered in dirt, I limped back to the park restroom to try and clean up a little, but as usual, there were no paper towels.  Toilet paper is not all that effective on sweaty skin - I didn't even try.  I just took my shirt off and used it.  I drove home bruised, bleeding and shirtless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-484069250295551423?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/484069250295551423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=484069250295551423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/484069250295551423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/484069250295551423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-2532909320209978306</id><published>2008-04-16T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:27:22.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Ride..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAa1cQwl4OI/AAAAAAAAACA/hzGx54bHMHE/s1600-h/madone45wsd_bluecarbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAa1cQwl4OI/AAAAAAAAACA/hzGx54bHMHE/s320/madone45wsd_bluecarbon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190035117730816226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I bought my first real bike yesterday, and I'm super excited!  A little scared, but excited all the same.  I went for my first ride today - about 20 miles on the I45 feeder road here by my house.  I know that sounds crazy, but there is NO traffic on it once you pass our road.  I didn't see a single vehicle.  Perfect place to ride except that you have to pass a rest area.  Truckers galore, and they made sure I knew they saw me..if you know what I mean.  Last time I do that ride.  By myself at least.  I gotta find some good places to ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm still fightin' the upper respiratory crap, but I ran today anyway.  I HATE resting!  I made it 3 miles, but it sounded like the entire emphysema ward coughing in unison.  I'm going to try again tomorrow at the park.  Hopefully Ken will take it easy on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-2532909320209978306?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2532909320209978306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=2532909320209978306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2532909320209978306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2532909320209978306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-ride.html' title='My New Ride..'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAa1cQwl4OI/AAAAAAAAACA/hzGx54bHMHE/s72-c/madone45wsd_bluecarbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-129125131611017149</id><published>2008-04-14T18:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:12:31.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eww..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAPjvwwl4NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7-iPQ30zAQY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAPjvwwl4NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7-iPQ30zAQY/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189241605343011026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm sick again!  So, I'm taking the day off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;JP brought home a bag of rabbit last night that he got from some kid that showed them at the fair, and he asked me to cook them today.  My first, and hopefully only, pot of rabbit stew.  Disgusting.  It's a Lean Cuisine night for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, I'm gonna go pluck on my banjo now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-129125131611017149?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/129125131611017149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=129125131611017149' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/129125131611017149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/129125131611017149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/eww.html' title='Eww..'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAPjvwwl4NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7-iPQ30zAQY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-884634580252235880</id><published>2008-04-13T13:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:02:53.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAKMtwwl4MI/AAAAAAAAABw/bRn4f8_CfY4/s1600-h/HPIM1767small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAKMtwwl4MI/AAAAAAAAABw/bRn4f8_CfY4/s320/HPIM1767small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188864438494945474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I may have recently found my inner distance runner, but apparently she doesn't like to come out two Saturdays in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had originally signed up for the half marathon in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Groveton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, then switched to the full to try and complete the Texas Marathon Challenge, but I ended up running the half marathon anyway.  After the first of two out-and-back's I decided to call it quits.  My right hamstring was hurting, I was coughing like crazy, and I just didn't feel like pushing it.  I could have done it, but it just didn't seem worth it to me yesterday for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I thought I would wake up and regret my decision more than I do today, but I'm fine with it.  I posted a new half marathon PR, had a great time, and feel like I did the best I could do without hurting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For those of you who missed it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://houstonrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; did a great job on the PA.  I stayed for awhile after my race was over watching marathoners come in and listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://houstonrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;announce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; it all like a pro.  Waverly also did a great job as medal and bear bestower.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Congratulations to my friends &lt;a href="http://lifeasachug-a-lugger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Norman&lt;/a&gt; on completing the Texas Marathon Challenge (Groveton was his fifth this year),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ltownrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; for running a great half and feeling redeemed as a runner (although I think he's too hard on himself), and to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapmyride.com/event/united-states/tx/lufkin/76429172"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jeremy Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; for his super fast extra-long 5K! (they made a wrong turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I guess I'll just have to find another marathon to do before the TMC ends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-884634580252235880?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/884634580252235880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=884634580252235880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/884634580252235880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/884634580252235880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-well.html' title='Oh well..'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/SAKMtwwl4MI/AAAAAAAAABw/bRn4f8_CfY4/s72-c/HPIM1767small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-8646359947412340762</id><published>2008-04-10T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:44:59.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_60LXOtMjI/AAAAAAAAABo/PyG0o89SKkM/s1600-h/IMG_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_60LXOtMjI/AAAAAAAAABo/PyG0o89SKkM/s320/IMG_0100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187781928084648498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I did one last easy, measly 3 mile run today down my road before Groveton on Saturday.  This is the first time I've run down my road since the 'discovery'.  It was a little eerie, but otherwise ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was happy NOT to find my favorite cat on the side of the road.  She has been missing for 3 days now.  Dora the Explorer went exploring and never came home.  (yes, I have a 6 year old)  Unfortunately, I did find this load of crap that someone dumped.  It drives me crazy that people do this.  It would have cost maybe 30 bucks to take it to the dump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some people...ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-8646359947412340762?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8646359947412340762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=8646359947412340762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8646359947412340762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8646359947412340762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-last-run.html' title='One Last Run'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_60LXOtMjI/AAAAAAAAABo/PyG0o89SKkM/s72-c/IMG_0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-935496601659759279</id><published>2008-04-09T19:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:27:02.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That's how I feel today - Grrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had meetings all day today, which I'm ok with.  I only have to do this one day a month.  Normally my job rocks.  However, my last appointment today did not go so well.  I was so mad when I left I could hardly see straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I went home, and couldn't get my work clothes off and my running shoes on fast enough.  I ran the 5K course we marked off on the trails here at the house (including the loops around the barn).  I didn't time it, but I'm pretty sure it had to be a PR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm going to keep my posts short because the more I write, the further down the page my picture of Lance goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-935496601659759279?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/935496601659759279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=935496601659759279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/935496601659759279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/935496601659759279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr!'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-6532469366165667695</id><published>2008-04-08T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:01:36.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Resting...Kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I didn't run today.  After yesterday's run, I decided my legs needed a bit more rest.  I tore it up on the elliptical trainer for a little over an hour, did a little light weight training, and called it good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm running tomorrow.  I think I'm ready now.  Legs are feeling good.  Groveton better watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-6532469366165667695?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6532469366165667695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=6532469366165667695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6532469366165667695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/6532469366165667695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-restingkinda.html' title='Still Resting...Kinda'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-3226266629923481760</id><published>2008-04-07T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:25:30.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_qfUlDilTI/AAAAAAAAABg/olPRVTIRBvw/s1600-h/lance-armstrong-40435.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_qfUlDilTI/AAAAAAAAABg/olPRVTIRBvw/s320/lance-armstrong-40435.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186633096763708722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I got back on the horse today, and ran 5 at the park with Ken.  It was hot, my hamstrings were tight, we walked a few hills, and that's all I have to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I got home my new Runner's World was in the mailbox, and to my delight, my man Lance made a cover story.  'Lance is Legit" - Umm.  Who was doubting this?  He ran a sub 3 marathon with a 13 mile training run.  The man is a cardio freak of nature.  But mostly I just like seeing him power up hills. (see page 27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Started breaking in a new pair of Brooks Trance 7's today.  I love this shoe.  Best ever made as far as I'm concerned.  I already knew my size in this shoe, so I didn't try them on at the store.  Didn't even open the box until today.  They have white shoelaces with black flugglebinders on the end.  I just thought that was weird.  Never seen black flugglebinders before.  Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-3226266629923481760?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3226266629923481760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=3226266629923481760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3226266629923481760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3226266629923481760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/recovery-run.html' title='Recovery Run'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_qfUlDilTI/AAAAAAAAABg/olPRVTIRBvw/s72-c/lance-armstrong-40435.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-8168702482527151211</id><published>2008-04-06T08:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:43:37.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First 50K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'll warn you now, this post may be long.  It's just I had such a great day yesterday, that I don't want to forget any of it.  I ran my first 50K and my first official trail run.  My first marathon was run in my hometown of Dallas, so I think it's fitting that my first trail run was run at Huntsville State Park, where I train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I got up around 5:00 a.m. and had my oatmeal.  A breakfast I rarely deviate from.  I didn't have the coffee though, G2 instead.  Then got dressed, gathered up my race number, headphones etc., and headed to the park.  I was there an  hour early.  I sat in my car for 45 minutes listening to the radio and watching everyone prepare for their 31 mile trek through the woods.  The award for best warm-up routine goes to J.C. Guzman. (fellow 7 Hills club member)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've watched J.C. warm-up on many occasions and it still cracks me up every time.  The smile that it put on my face is probably what helped me get out of my car.  I was terrified to run this race.  I felt incredibly unprepared, and self doubt was hitting me hard.  The longest run I had made since the Austin Marathon in February was about 13 miles.  What was I doing running a 50K?  J.C.'s pre-race ritual suddenly made me feel at home, at ease, or something like that, and I headed to the start line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There I ran into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://doingitforthekids.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and Pete.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://doingitforthekids.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; was running her first 50K too, and also seemed to have some apprehensions.  We spent a few minutes arguing over who was less prepared, and then came to the conclusion that we were just going to have fun with it and just shoot for a finish.  Ken was also there, lined up ready to run his 5th race of a marathon distance or greater this year.  That man amazes me.  I hope when I'm 66 I can still run five marathons a year.  J.C. and Felix were lined up in the front.  Not speaking.  In their racing zone I guess.  7 Hiller, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runningdaily.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Curtis Barton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, offered me a few tips.  One was to hang back at first, so you get to do the passing, instead of getting passed.  I liked the idea.  It's much more fun to be the passer than the passee.  Out of nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trechoagon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tommy Stunz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and his son Jakeb, who were both running the 25K, appeared.  Their start time wasn't until an hour later, so I was pleasantly surprised to see them.  Very sweet of them to get up early to come see us all off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And off we were.  As soon as we climbed the hill up Park Road 40 and entered the trail head, I was at peace with my decision to run this race.  These were my trails, and I felt right at home.  I didn't even turn any music on.  Just enjoyed the sounds of the forest waking up.  After winding through the inside trail we came out on the park service road, where there was an aid station manned by Phillip Clark, one of my 7 Hills friends.  Phillip offered me everything from his hand held water bottle, to his mp3 player, to some gu, to....you get the point.  Very nice.  The first time I ever ran trails at the park Phillip carried my fuel belt for about 4 miles because I had a cramp.  I love my running club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was here that the course took us on the first out-and-back.  Two things I hate in races are double loops and out-and-backs.  This course had both, and I was not looking forward to them.  I quickly decided that my hatred of out-and-backs was ill-judged.  On my 'out' I got to see all the leaders making their 'back', and every single one of them gave me words of encouragement.  Trail runners are really nice!  Looking strong, great job, keep it up, way to go girl, run faster (from J.C.).  I then, in turn, did the same for the runners I passed on my way back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So the tone was set.  The weather was perfect, I was at home on my trails, the people were great, and I felt really strong.  I settled into my pace and had a blast.  Surprisingly, the trails were not in bad shape.  There were some hairy spots on the back side of the lake, but I managed to tip-toe around them in true girly fashion.  I guess I'll have to work on my fear of mud if I ever want to be a real trail runner.  The course was great.  A combination of the inner and outer loops, so you had some serious trail running riddled with roots and stumps, but then got a break on the jeep roads.  I ran on some trails that I never even knew were there.  Very interesting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I stopped at every aid station.  Had some Powerade or Heed (Which made me laugh.  Couldn't help but think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I Married An Axe Murderer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - 'Heed pants, now!', 'It's like an orange on a toothpick').  Anyhoo, yeah, I stopped at every one of them and chatted with the very friendly volunteers.  I wasn't really worried about my time.  In fact, I stopped at the mid-way aid station for about 15 minutes.  I had a little sandwich, took some electrolyte tablets, dumped all the trail debris out of my shoes, sent out a few text messages, chatted some more.  Then headed out for my second loop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was worried about this second loop.  It's really hard for me to not think 'oh my gosh, I have to do that all over again!', but I felt fine.  I did turn the music on for this one though.  Enough nature.  It was time to jam out.  My second loop went just as smoothly as my first one, with one exception.  I nearly ate it, hard!  I kicked the crap out of a root with my right foot and was sailing for the ground.  I grasped for a nearby youpon and managed to save myself.  Whew!  I hate to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm not sure how, but my energy level never really wavered, and sans gel.  My second loop was the same speed as my first, which was really cool because I actually got to pass people.  This is something very foreign to me.  I'm not normally the passer.  I made it to the finish line in 5:49:29.  Having no idea what a 50K time for me should be, I felt pretty happy about it.  Paul Stone, the race director, commented to me that it was really good for my first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's game on for Sunmart in December.  I didn't take this 50K very seriously, but I'm going to give it an all out effort next time.  I think I am beginning to find my inner distance runner.  Longer races seem to be much more my style.  I don't really have the explosive speed (although I'm working on it), but I can run consistently for a really long time.  Kinda the tortoise factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Congratulations to all my friends who ran Hog's Hunt!  Especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychorunnergirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adrienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, who was first female in the 25K, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://doingitforthekids.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, who completed her first 50K in great fashion.  I am anxious to hear how everyone did.  No results are posted as of yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Shortly after returning home from the race I got a call from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://houstonrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jon Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, who is running back-to-back half marathons this weekend in Kansas and Missouri.  He was checking to see how we all survived Hog's Hunt.  That was very sweet.  Good luck today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://houstonrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This morning it's back to reality.  I was forced to come down from my ultra-marathoner high and resume my role as lowly pancake chef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-8168702482527151211?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8168702482527151211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=8168702482527151211' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8168702482527151211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8168702482527151211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-50k.html' title='My First 50K'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-3723577008892644905</id><published>2008-04-04T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:59:33.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting &amp; Watching it Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm taking the day off in preparation for Hog's Hunt tomorrow.  That's pretty much the only preparing I've done for this race.  I think I've lost my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It has been pouring rain all day, so the trails at the park ought to be nice and muddy.  Oh well, what's trail running without mud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing all the folks traveling to Huntsvegas for the festivities.  A little mini TIR reunion.  Wish everyone was going to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Please pray for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-3723577008892644905?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3723577008892644905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=3723577008892644905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3723577008892644905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3723577008892644905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/resting-watching-it-rain.html' title='Resting &amp; Watching it Rain'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-9132837627988993233</id><published>2008-04-03T15:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:49:23.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Champion Heifers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_VCvCbjoqI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jf6A2pPe3GI/s1600-h/IMG_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_VCvCbjoqI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jf6A2pPe3GI/s320/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185123921860731554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just thought I'd share..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jared showed his commercial heifers yesterday at our county fair and was named Grand Champion.  This is the second year in a row that he has won the show.  I guess we know how to grow good heifers! (words I never in my life thought I would utter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-9132837627988993233?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/9132837627988993233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=9132837627988993233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/9132837627988993233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/9132837627988993233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/grand-champion-heifers.html' title='Grand Champion Heifers'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_VCvCbjoqI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jf6A2pPe3GI/s72-c/IMG_0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-3861039940299821043</id><published>2008-04-03T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:41:54.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for a 50K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let's see - yesterday I got in a quick 3 miles here at the house.  I had lots of stuff going on so that's all I could fit in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then, today I ran a 5 mile loop at the park with Ken.  The topic of Hog's Hunt came up, and Ken informed that he has decided to switch from the 25K to the 50K so that he can complete the Texas Marathon Challenge. (five races of marathon distance or greater in one season)  If I also switched to the 50K, and ran the full marathon in Groveton that would give me 5 too.  I think I'm gonna do it.  We happened to run into Paul Stone, the race director for Hog's Hunt, on the trails.  He informed me that it was not too late to switch.  I took that as a sign that I just need to go ahead and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm not really trained for a 50K, but I know I can do it.  I feel really good right now - healthy, strong.  Once I made the decision in my head I was going to go for it, I was pumped.  I sprinted the rest of the way in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thanks Ken.  I need a new jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-3861039940299821043?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3861039940299821043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=3861039940299821043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3861039940299821043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/3861039940299821043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/going-for-50k.html' title='Going for a 50K'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-7419710158913313208</id><published>2008-04-01T13:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:27:48.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran the Outer - Inner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_J9sCbjopI/AAAAAAAAABE/kV33GTCITPI/s1600-h/AzaleaRun2008Katy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_J9sCbjopI/AAAAAAAAABE/kV33GTCITPI/s320/AzaleaRun2008Katy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184344316577030802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Azalea 10K - Tyler, TX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've never actually kept track of my monthly mileage, so this being the first day of a new month, I've decided I'll start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I ran at the park this morning with Ken.  We started out on the outer loop, then cut over to the inner loop about mid way, for a total of 6.6 miles.  Two words for you - humid and sticky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;April = 6.6 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-7419710158913313208?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7419710158913313208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=7419710158913313208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/7419710158913313208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/7419710158913313208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/ran-outer-inner.html' title='Ran the Outer - Inner'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R_J9sCbjopI/AAAAAAAAABE/kV33GTCITPI/s72-c/AzaleaRun2008Katy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-726056990431334341</id><published>2008-03-31T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:42:45.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you've been to my house before, you know I kinda live in the boonies.  No neighbors in sight, quiet, peaceful, but also the perfect place for someone looking to get rid of something to dump it.  This is apparent from all the random things I have found while running over the years in the ditches along the side of the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Beer cans, dirty magazines, empty prescription pill bottles from online pharmacies in Las Vegas, old couches, rusty appliances, unwanted puppies and kittens, a wide variety of roadkill...I've seen just about everything.  Or at least I thought I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Last Wednesday I was headed back from a Dr.'s appt. in Houston when I got a call from a restricted number.  'Mrs. Lampson?  This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so and so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; with the Texas Rangers.  We have some questions for you.  We've been told you frequently run down Pinedale Rd?  We've recovered a body, and we wanted to know if you had seen anything that could possibly help our investigation?'  I told him I was headed back from Houston, and would be home shortly.  I then pulled off the interstate to catch my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had planned on lunch and shopping in The Woodlands on my way home, but that all suddenly seemed very unimportant.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The scene on my road looked like something straight from CSI.  The Texas Rangers, the FBI, the Walker Co. Sheriff's Dept., and Houston crime scene vans lined my normally quiet little road.  I stopped and had my interview with the man who had called me.  I had seen nothing.  He asked me if I had been running past the area recently, and I told him that I had.  He then asked me if I had noticed an odor.  I told him that I had, but that wasn't anything alarming to me because of the abundance of roadkill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They let me through, and I went home and cried.  I cried for several reasons I think.  First for the tragic loss, obviously.  The complete disregard for a human life.  But, it was also disturbing for it to be so close to home.  Just a quarter mile down the road, most likely while I was home sleeping, some deranged lunatic was attempting to bury a body.  Then, there is also the fact that I have been running past this for what the coroner estimates to be 3-5 weeks, and didn't notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As of yesterday they have identified the victim (a pregnant female), and have a suspect, but they are not releasing any details yet.  They only said that neither were Walker County residents.  These are the stories from our local newspaper.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itemonline.com/archivesearch/local_story_087002901.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itemonline.com/archivesearch/local_story_089013004.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I pray that the family of the victim finds peace, and that whoever committed this heinous crime is brought to justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My road is forever changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-726056990431334341?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/726056990431334341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=726056990431334341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/726056990431334341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/726056990431334341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-684660411756793822</id><published>2008-03-29T18:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:08:07.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New 10K PR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I went to Tyler today for the Azalea 10K, and still pumped from my new 5K PR, I really wanted to set a new 10K one too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;30 seconds into the race I would have told you a new PR was not going to be possible at this race.  We started on slippery (wet from rain) red brick paved roads that seemed to be endlessly uphill.  Having worked up a sweat from the very first hill, I realized I had forgotten to take my sweatshirt off. ugh!  Not wanting to ditch it (my favorite) I tied the bulky damn thing around my waist and plugged on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The first couple of miles I just wasn't feeling it.  I don't know if any of you have days like this, but in my head I was actually trying to conjure up some kind of race escape scheme.  Cut through the neighborhood or something.  My iPod must have sensed this and decided to throw me Mr. Brightside.  The Killers saved the day.  It was a total turn around after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was in the groove.  I still felt like I had a 10 pound weight tied around my waist, and the hills on this course made Huntsville look flat, but I felt really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;New 10K PR in the bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-684660411756793822?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/684660411756793822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=684660411756793822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/684660411756793822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/684660411756793822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-10k-pr.html' title='New 10K PR!'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-7768339743651260060</id><published>2008-03-25T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:10:40.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Walking, Not Much Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I spent the morning with Ken walking the trails at my house with an engineer's wheel measuring for the races out here this weekend.  This was during the time I normally get my run in on Tuesdays, so I just squeezed in a short 3 mile run in the evening.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That's all I have to report - Lots of walking and very little running.  Tomorrow's a new day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-7768339743651260060?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7768339743651260060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=7768339743651260060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/7768339743651260060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/7768339743651260060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/lots-of-walking-not-much-running.html' title='Lots of Walking, Not Much Running'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-9036722893162374224</id><published>2008-03-24T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:42:12.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist of Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://psychorunnergirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adrienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; asked for it, so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Mr. Brightside - The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Low - Flo Rida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Bleed It Out - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. Hands Open - Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. I'm a Flirt - R. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. Ignition (Remix) - R. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. Stronger - Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. Vertigo - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9. Photograph - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10. Buy U a Drank (shawty snappin') - T-Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;11. Give a Little Bit - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;12. Crazy - Gnarls Barkley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;13. Sexyback - Justin Timberlake (gay...i know, but being honest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;14. Flathead - The Fratellis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;15. Not Ready to Make Nice - The Dixie Chicks (some special meaning here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;16. Kerosene - Miranda Lambert (...and here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;17. Irreplacable - Beyonce (...and here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(repeat 15-17 as needed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;18. Kiss Kiss - Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;19. Crazy B---h - Buckcherry (not one for the kids)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;20. 50 Dollars and Flask of Crown - Bleu Edmondson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;21. Smack That - Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;22. Rehab - Amy Winehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;23. Lose Yourself - Eminem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;24. Gin and Juice - The Gourds (makes me laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;25. Sorry - Buckcherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;26. Love in This Club - Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;27. With You - Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, that's it.  That's my favorite list. (today anyway)  No doubt sufficiently offensive.  I guess that's why the ipod comes with the little headphone thingies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, and I ran 6 miles easy on trails behind the house.  It would have made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coach-bill.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-9036722893162374224?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-878061776533633222</id><published>2008-03-23T17:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:57:30.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today's Easter, and I'm taking the day off.  I had tons of family here to today, and I'm not sure how many times I was asked about my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; experience.  Everyone wanted to know what it was like, how I liked it, are you going to do it again, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I tried my best to describe the event and explain to them that no matter how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; it may sound, it was one of the most fun things I've done in my life, I couldn't help but see the obviously puzzled looks on their faces.  'How could that possibly be fun'...I know that's what they were thinking, and I knew there was no way to tell the story to make them understand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, I got out my laptop, opened up the comment section from my blog post yesterday, and told them 'look, these are the people I met on this excursion.  Top that!'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You people are awesome!  Thanks so much for all your encouragement and support.  I am so lucky to have met you all!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happy Easter!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-878061776533633222?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-4054923541491097394</id><published>2008-03-22T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:47:45.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New 5K PR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, I made it down to RTW this morning, and my goal for the race was to break 28 minutes.  I'm happy to say I did.  I'm not sure what my official time was, but by my watch I finished in 26:10.  I beat my PR by 2 whole minutes!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was so excited.  I think I told everyone there.  I guess all my efforts are paying off, and I've never been more motivated.  I've been stuck at around 28 minutes for about 2 years, so this is a really big deal for me!  WooHoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Afterwards I met up with some of the RTWers, some TWRCers and a group from Woodlands Fit at Skeeter's for breakfast.  I had already eaten, so I had three celebratory cups of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-4054923541491097394?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4054923541491097394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=4054923541491097394' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4054923541491097394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4054923541491097394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-5k-pr.html' title='New 5K PR!'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-7643303715539527042</id><published>2008-03-21T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:25:31.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was a Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I ran trails behind the house this morning.  The first two miles slow with JP, and then he suggested that I take off on my own.  (whew!)  So I ran the last 5 really hard.  Hard for me anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I really wanted to get more than 7 miles in today, so I decided to take one more quick run this evening before church.  I pushed myself hard the first mile, then walked the second mile while talking on the phone, and finished up the last two at a moderate pace.  I'll have to say, the phone conversation was much better than the run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11 miles and pleasant conversation.  Good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-7643303715539527042?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7643303715539527042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=7643303715539527042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/7643303715539527042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/7643303715539527042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-was-good-friday.html' title='It Was a Good Friday'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-1178432600206991127</id><published>2008-03-20T19:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:37:02.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Trails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I ran at the park today with Ken, and we actually ran some trails that I have never been on before.  I'm not sure I could run the same route again by myself, but that shouldn't surprise anyone.  It kind of felt like we were just running around aimlessly, although I'm sure Ken knew where he was going.  I'd say the distance was somewhere around 5 miles.  Ken was still recovering from his marathon in Seabrook on Sun., so we took it pretty easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I plan on hitting it hard tomorrow.  I want to get in a long run before Hog's Hunt and Bear Chase.  Saturday I'm going to The Woodlands for RTW, and Sunday is Easter, so tomorrow's my best bet for a long run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Something weird has happened this week.  JP started running.  I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Off to watch b-ball now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-1178432600206991127?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1178432600206991127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=1178432600206991127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1178432600206991127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1178432600206991127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-trails.html' title='New Trails'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-130620982595981054</id><published>2008-03-19T10:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:22:47.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie and Some Crosstraining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My legs felt heavy today.  Maybe from the long run yesterday.  I just ran to the interstate and back (3 miles).  Then hopped on the elliptical trainer for 45 minutes.  I might try to squeeze in another run this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I did get in another 2.5 mile run.  Short, but I ran really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-130620982595981054?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/130620982595981054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=130620982595981054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/130620982595981054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/130620982595981054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/quickie-and-some-crosstraining.html' title='A Quickie and Some Crosstraining'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-9020783501069764843</id><published>2008-03-18T20:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:21:35.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sunday - Didn't Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sunday was one of those 'easily distracted' days I tend to have from time to time.  I'm full of good intentions, but for one reason or another, never get a single mile in.  I got dressed to run, went outside, saw some weeds in my flower bed, started pulling them, and it went downhill from there.  After the weeds, I decided to mow the yard.  Then I had to weed-eat.  You can't mow without that!  Then when I was just about to put the weed-eater up, my in-laws appeared in the driveway.  Can't run now - that would be rude.  I hung out with the family, and before I knew it, it was time for bed.  Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Monday - Ran 4 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's pretty much it.  I ran 4 miles on my road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tuesday - Best Run In a Long Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today was one of those days I felt like I could have run forever.  The only reason I stopped was because I started feeling guilty that I was neglecting other aspects of my life.  It was just shy of 2 hours, and very therapeutic.  I'm convinced John Mayer has some sort of insight to my life, or at least he did this morning.  I ran the woods behind my house and played the same 10 songs over and over again.  Perfect morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Garmin Update:  still freakin' waiting!  Geez!  I feel like a kid waiting on Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-9020783501069764843?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/9020783501069764843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=9020783501069764843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/9020783501069764843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/9020783501069764843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-1389383968183796579</id><published>2008-03-15T14:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:33:18.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outer-Outer and then some</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; went back to the park this morning to meet up with some of my TIR team (plus a few).  We got off to a great start when I immediately took us on a wrong turn.  I went that-a-way when I should have been going this-a-way.  I am VERY directional challenged.  That's why I normally stay in the back.  Not because I'm slow or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We ended up running the outer-outer loop (Huntsville State Park slang for '9 miles').  Towards the end of the loop we decided to add a little extra to the run, and took one additional 1.3 mile trail.  I have no idea what the name of it is.  I call it 'the one with the little purple duck on the sign'.  Works for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway, Great run, great company, I hope they come back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*See Karen's blog for group photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-1389383968183796579?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1389383968183796579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=1389383968183796579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1389383968183796579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1389383968183796579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/outer-outer-and-then-some.html' title='The Outer-Outer and then some'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-1019780501197061723</id><published>2008-03-14T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:26:04.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Met Hans, Chris, John and Adrienne at the park.  I ran the first 3 with Hans and John, then took random trails back to the car.  Not sure, but when figured on time, it was around 6.  Some wheezing and coughing, but nothing too terrible.  I'm going back for more in the a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Watching the Rockets, so that's all I have to say right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-1019780501197061723?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1019780501197061723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=1019780501197061723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1019780501197061723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1019780501197061723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/met-hans-chris-john-and-adrienne-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-1289565474517209286</id><published>2008-03-13T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:26:26.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Mend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9mirZpdKeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mySYKeMkL5w/s1600-h/100_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9mirZpdKeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mySYKeMkL5w/s320/100_0449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177348113141934562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today seems to be the day everything starts getting back to normal.  JP and the kiddos are home, I'm feeling somewhat better, and I went running.  I finally broke down and went to the doctor today.  I left his office with a bronchitis diagnosis, 5 days worth of antibiotics, and some knock-you-out cough syrup.  Looking forward to some good sleep tonight courtesy of codeine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyway, the run.  Can't say that I felt much like going, but thanks to all my very unsympathetic friends, I was encouraged to quit being a wuss and just go.  So I did.  I ran the 3 mile out and back from our house to the interstate, and then ran the 1 mile trail to the camphouse and back.  Lately I haven't been running our road very much.  In fact, our neighbor thought I must have quit running all together.  She stopped me on the road (which I hate) to ask me about it.  I explained to her that I hadn't quit, that I had just been running mostly at the park.  I'm the first person to tell ya, that after you've been running at the park it's really hard to run anywhere else.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I got back to our drive Hannah was waiting at the gate on her little pink 4-wheeler with a glass of water for me. "How was your run momma?"  I drank the water even though it was hot and had grass in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maybe my road isn't so bad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-1289565474517209286?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1289565474517209286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=1289565474517209286' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1289565474517209286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1289565474517209286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-seems-to-be-day-everything-starts.html' title='On the Mend'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9mirZpdKeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mySYKeMkL5w/s72-c/100_0449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-4316919211319542610</id><published>2008-03-12T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:26:41.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Hacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nothing to report.  Been sick since Sundayish.  All I've done is some weight training and walked around in my weird mbt shoes.  I don't care what anybody says, those things do something.  The next day my butt and hamstrings are always sore.  Sore=Good...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gonna meet some of the gang (Hans, Chris, John, Ken...?) at the park at 4 and try not to cough up a lung... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-4316919211319542610?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4316919211319542610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=4316919211319542610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4316919211319542610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4316919211319542610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-stop-hacking.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Hacking'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-5309446231985062341</id><published>2008-03-09T18:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:26:58.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9f6vppdKbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MkmLzHHQR30/s1600-h/MeandDeanna.jpg"&gt;                                                    &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9f6vppdKbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MkmLzHHQR30/s320/MeandDeanna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881993226201522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7hills.us/"&gt;7 Hills Running Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);  font-weight: bold;font-size:29px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That's right - We won.  Kicked butt.  Got the trophy.  Not sure what the official score was, but we managed to come out on top.  After my despicable run this morning, I knew there was no PR in the sites today, so I picked up a running buddy and just enjoyed it.  I teamed up with Deanna Langwell (daughter of Norman Langwell) a little after the first mile.  She was running her first 5K, and had never run more than a mile before today.  She looked like she could use a distraction, and I'll have to admit, I needed one myself.  We chatted and coasted in at just a little over 31 minutes.  Way to go Deanna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-5309446231985062341?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5309446231985062341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=5309446231985062341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/5309446231985062341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/5309446231985062341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner is'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9f6vppdKbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MkmLzHHQR30/s72-c/MeandDeanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-842260184672721418</id><published>2008-03-09T11:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:28:39.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9QTYj2zVCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7O9dcQ0yXJM/s320/IMG_0016.JPG'/><title type='text'>Bad Morning...Really Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Side Note:  This has nothing to do with running.  I thought this was really weird and wanted to share.  I am supposed to be watching our cows while my husband is gone because they are all calving right now.  I go out twice a day and make sure none of them are down, count all the calves to make sure none are missing, and make record of any new ones.  Yesterday I found this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9QVHz2zVDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/p21psCWH_Vs/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9QVHz2zVDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/p21psCWH_Vs/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175785095678874674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What the heck?!?  All of our cows are black (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Brangus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;).  Where in the world did this white calf come from?  We have raised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Brangus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; cattle for 10 years and I've never seen this.  I'm very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The spring forward time change has always been a source of trouble for me, and this morning was no exception.  I set the alarm on my phone for 6 a.m. so that I would have plenty of time to get dressed, have breakfast, enjoy some coffee, and meet Karen and Dave and some of their Woodlands group at the park for an 8 a.m. run.  Long story short:  the time didn't change on my phone, I got no breakfast, had little for dinner the night before, very little sleep, probably a little too much crown royal, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;consequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; a really bad run.  I was dizzy, had a side stitch, and felt like I was going to puke.  I made it around the 6.8 mile inner loop, Han's Course (Dave of course had a map), but it wasn't pretty.  Thank goodness my fellow runners were gracious enough to share their rations (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;accelerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and sport beans) or else I very well may have died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I felt horrible for holding them up when they had driven all the up from The Woodlands to run.  I hope I get the chance to redeem myself.  I promise guys, next time I will be fresh and nourished.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now it's time to get ready for the big 2 o'clock 5K throw down between 7 Hills Running Club and The Woodlands Running Club.  I hope my time is better that yesterday at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;RTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  I came in at 28:56.  I can do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-842260184672721418?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/842260184672721418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=842260184672721418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/842260184672721418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/842260184672721418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-morningreally-bad.html' title='Bad Morning...Really Bad'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9QVHz2zVDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/p21psCWH_Vs/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-4891907150726571454</id><published>2008-03-07T18:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:29:00.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know I'm supposed to be concentrating on speed, but it sure is nice to just run.  The kind of mind clearing, tension freeing, enjoyable run that made me fall in love with this sport in the first place.  I set out this afternoon, got to the end of my drive, and realized I didn't have my watch.  I decided instead of going back for it, I'd just run.  There was no worrying about pace, the weather was perfect, my shuffle somehow seemed to pick all my favorite songs - pure utopia.  I have no idea has fast I went, or how far, for that matter.  Who cares.  That run was just what I needed today.  Sanity restored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tomorrow's a different story.  I'm venturing down to The Woodlands for their biweekly 5K (my favorite distance.  ha-ha)  I guess I better bring the watch.  Hope to see some of my new TIR friends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-4891907150726571454?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4891907150726571454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=4891907150726571454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4891907150726571454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/4891907150726571454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-pressure.html' title='No Pressure'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-280904183630548067</id><published>2008-03-07T08:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:29:18.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everything went fine at the doc's office yesterday.   Yay!  I guess she's got a hard head like her momma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My family is leaving me today.  They are all headed to Colorado for a quick Spring Break ski trip, and to help my dad haul a bunch of stuff back from their house there.  I'm not up for a long road trip right now, so I am hanging back.  I've got lots of work I need to catch up on, and I'm not a huge fan of the cold.  I'm more of a beach gal than snow.  Speaking of snow, I woke up to it this morning.  That's right folks - it's snowing in Huntsvegas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think I am going to run here on my road today.  I'm bad about always running trails, and not getting any pavement training in.  I suffer in long races on paved surfaces.  I know where I'm not going, and that's the track.  I think I'm cursed when it comes to that place.  Once my Garmin comes in, I don't guess I'll need it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ken and I ran our usual 6.7 mile loop again yesterday.  It was a great run.  We ran hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-280904183630548067?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/280904183630548067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=280904183630548067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/280904183630548067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/280904183630548067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-1758526343721715054</id><published>2008-03-06T08:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:29:33.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Track Just Isn't Meant To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Once again, my speed work at the track was a no go.  I was just about to head that way when I got a call from the school telling me that my daughter had been knocked unconscious during PE.  When I got there she was awake, but very dizzy and listless.  After a thorough examination at the doctor's office, I was able to take her home, so long as a didn't let her sleep for more than two hours at a time.  From her symptoms the doc thinks she has a mild concussion, and since this is the second time this has happened (kind of clumsy) he has ordered a CT scan for later today.  Poor baby.  I pray everything is ok.  It breaks my heart to see her hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Needless to say, I didn't run at all yesterday.  My mom is coming over in a little bit to visit Hannah (she stayed home from school today), and I am going running while she sits with her for a while.  The world needs more Nanas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-1758526343721715054?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1758526343721715054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=1758526343721715054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1758526343721715054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/1758526343721715054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/track-just-isnt-meant-to-be.html' title='The Track Just Isn&apos;t Meant To Be'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-8471815110727303353</id><published>2008-03-05T09:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:29:53.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Points</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I realized that I hadn't put any of my PR's on here as a starting point in my quest for speed.  Here they are, and don't laugh - I'm working on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;28:07 (sad, I know.  I just wasn't made for the 5K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;59:35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;half marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2:10:07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;full marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4:32:07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So there you go.  Lots of room for improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had a great run at the park yesterday.  Ken and I did one outer loop (6.7 miles).  We took it pretty easy - we were both recovering from heavy running weekends.  For some reason he ran 27 miles at the park over the weekend.  27 miles?  And he didn't even get a medal!  I filled him in on all the TIR craziness, and I think I've almost convinced him to start blogging.  We'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Going to the track today for some interval training, and I am actually going to run this time.  I'm turning the phone OFF.  The Garmin Forerunner 405 is on the way - I can't freakin' wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-8471815110727303353?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8471815110727303353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=8471815110727303353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8471815110727303353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/8471815110727303353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/starting-points.html' title='Starting Points'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-675112930538945256</id><published>2008-03-04T08:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:30:08.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easily Distracted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, my training didn't go quite as planned yesterday.  I got all suited up, rain gear and all, headed to the track, then spent two hours on the phone.  Before I knew it, it was time to pick the kids up and begin my weekday after school chaos.  I did finally get a run in when I got home, but without the track it's hard to judge distance.  I just ran as fast as I could for as long as I could, then slowed it down, and then start over again for about 45 minutes.  I really need to ask Dave when he is working again, and go buy one of those Garmin thingies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm hitting the trails at the park today with Ken.  I love the park - best part about living in Huntsvegas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-675112930538945256?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/675112930538945256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=675112930538945256' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/675112930538945256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/675112930538945256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/easily-distracted.html' title='Easily Distracted'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2601627190362272964.post-2728239978001408736</id><published>2008-03-03T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:30:27.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9gSZZpdKdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y-lYLAbuZl8/s1600-h/TIRgroupfinish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9gSZZpdKdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y-lYLAbuZl8/s320/TIRgroupfinish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176907999253178834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll have to say - I never thought I'd be blogging.  I had actually never really given the idea much thought at all.  I mean, the blogs I spend time reading are either full of important and useful information, or they are the window to the mind of  someone I find particularly fascinating.  Although I think I'm somewhat of an amusing person, I wouldn't claim that my existence is all that riveting, and unless you want to know how to fold a t-shirt in such a way that there are no creases or how to get everyone fed and to 47 extra curricular activities all at the same time, I wouldn't say I have anything all that important and useful to share.  So then, what would be the point of my blog?  That was my feeling until I met this really cool group of bloggers this past weekend.  I say 'met', but that is really an understatement considering I lived in a van with them while we traveled a 203 mile course which required one of the 12 of us to be running at all times.  Each step bringing us closer to a common goal - the finish line of the Texas Independence Relay!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wow!  What an experience.  I could go on an on about the many things I learned over the course of this race, like how to run to the best of my ability while surviving almost completely on sugar-free Red Bull and pretzels for 2 days with no sleep, or how to cohabit with 6 sweaty people in a mini-van and actually enjoy the company, or how to illuminate myself in such a way that a run down a highway at 3 a.m. is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, or...I could go on and on, but I want do that.  I will tell you this, I made some great friends, had an excellent time, and I look forward to a hopeful second attempt in the future.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I also decided to start this blog.  Not because everyone else had one, but because I finally understand it.  What I have to say may not be extremely significant, useful or compelling, but that's not the point.  I am going to use this blog to help me stay on track for succeeding in my most recent goal - to run faster.  I love to run.  I love to race.  I'm not very fast.  Training starts today, and so does my blog.  Right now we're in a tornado watch, and I'm sore as hell from the previous weekend's events, but I'm undeterred.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2601627190362272964-2728239978001408736?l=hvillerunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2728239978001408736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2601627190362272964&amp;postID=2728239978001408736' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2728239978001408736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2601627190362272964/posts/default/2728239978001408736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First Time For Everything'/><author><name>Katy Lampson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134877631144985940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/Si0SDz0lJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6zSjRgA92M/S220/s789894273_1198450_9755.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CK8OWTG-61U/R9gSZZpdKdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y-lYLAbuZl8/s72-c/TIRgroupfinish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
